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He was born in a shelter for animals,
Meant to keep off the wind and the rain,
For there was no room for them in the inn,
So it was here that they came.
His father did the best that he could,
To see to His mother's comfort.
"Please God' he prayed, 'take care of her,
For she is no king's consort."
"I cannot give her all she needs,
And now her time draws nigh,
Please see Your Son into this world,
And watch them, lest she die."
So He was born in Bethlehem,
Jesus, The Nazarene;
And Joseph taught Him all he knew,
And He surpassed their dreams.
Wise beyond His years was He;
So thoughtful, good and kind.
Search if you will but you will see,
One like Him you won't find.
Here it was He spent His years,
And grew to be a man.
When it was time He left His home,
To teach and walk the land.
So much sickness, pain and sorrow,
Jesus saw and grieved.
He brought them out of the darkness,
And all of their pain relieved.
He spoke to them of The Father.
Taught them what they must know.
He went where The Light was needed,
To places the priests would not go.
At first He was cheered, they received Him,
As one receives a great king;
And the priests were jealous and feared Him,
As to their old laws they clinged;
So when the fullness of time had come,
They brought Him before the courts,
And He was tried as a heretic,
And He suffered their jeers and retorts.
At length Jesus stood all by Himself.
Not one man stood beside Him.
His followers wept and were gripped with fear,
As they waited to see what betide Him.
Our Lord knew fear and lonliness,
And heartbreak cut like a knife;
But He was strong and withstood it all,
To end our personal strife;
For we'd been banished, cut off from God.
Our portion was certain death.
He was tortured, bled and died,
And forgave us with His last breath.
"Forgive them Father!' He cried aloud,
'They know not what they do!"
And then He hung His head and died.
He died for me and you;
But that's not all my friend, Oh No,
He went into Hell that day,
To reclaim those who waited still,
And led them all away.
Then He returned to show us all,
He is The Father's Son,
Come to reclaim us as His Own,
And save us one by one.
He conquered Death, He conquered Hell,
He IS The Conquering King!
All Hail The Mighty Son Of God!
All Hail The King Of Kings!
He was born in a shelter for animals,
Meant to keep off the wind and the rain;
For there was no room for them in the inn,
So it was here that they came.
His father did the best he could,
To see to His mother's comfort.
"Please God,' he prayed,'take care of her,
For she is no king's consort."
"I cannot give her all she needs,
And now her time draws nigh.
Please see Your Son into this world,
And watch them, lest she die."
So He was born in Bethlehem,
Jesus, The Nazarene;
And Joseph taught Him all he knew,
And He surpassed their dreams.
Wise beyond His years was He,
So thoughtful, good and kind.
Search if you will but you will see,
One like Him you won't find.
Here it was He spent His years,
And grew to be a man.
When it was time He left His home,
To teach and walk the land.
So much sickness, pain and sorrow,
Jesus saw and grieved.
He brought them out of the darkness,
And all their pain relieved.
He spoke to them of The Father.
Taught them what they must know.
He went where The Light was needed,
To places the priests would not go.
At first He was cheered, they received Him,
As one receives a great king,
And the priests were jealous and feared Him,
As to their old laws they clinged;
So when the fullness of time had come,
They brought Him before the courts,
And He was tried as a heretic,
And He suffered their jeers and retorts.
At length Jesus stood all by Himself.
Not one man stood beside Him.
His followers wept and were gripped with fear,
As they waited to see what betide Him.
Our Lord knew fear and lonliness,
And heartbreak cut like a knife;
But He was strong and withstood it all,
To end our personal strife;
For we'd been banished, cut off from God.
Our portion was certain death.
He was tortured, bled and died,
And forgave us with His last breath.
"Forgive them Father,' He cried aloud,
'They know not what they do."
And then He hung His head and died.
He died for me and you;
But that's not all my friend, Oh No,
He went into Hell that day,
To reclaim those who waited still,
And led them all away.
Then He returned to show us all,
He is The Father's Son,
Come to reclaim us as His Own,
And save us one by one.
He conquered Death, He conquered Hell,
He Is The Conquering King.
All Hail The Mighty Son Of God!
All Hail The King Of Kings!
A conversation overheard between Shakespeare and his former muse.
"So many things hath turned to utter folly over the ages.
Hundreds of years since I've penned pages and pages.
What these ancient eyes of mine doth now conceive
plead, 'Return to thy grave, Bard, for here you'll grieve."
"In sooth, fair maiden muse, I know not why I am so sad.
Perchance to dream, is this a scheme or have I gone mad?
Enlighten me as to what's become of life as I once knew it.
Bitter dregs are coffee? Bring me tea or I shall lose my wit!"
"Fie to you and the darts of scornful glances from the eyes
of natives half-dressed. Is modesty held in compromise?"
It's accepted attire by everyone, nothing like in the past.
"I shall not rudely stare, but I find myself quite flabbergast.
What of the churl who spits venom into that man's face?
Doth women in this day act like shrews? What a disgrace!
Is not thy husband honored as both her lord and keeper?"
Women are equal. She looks at him like she's the grim reaper.
"The lady doth protest too much. That's what me thinks.
A goblet of ale tis what I need, and then forty winks.
That minstrel sings gibberish. Has he no pride in himself?"
He sings a Christmas song about an elf who sits upon a shelf.
"O, teach me how I should forget from whence I have come.
I do not belong here. I need a draft to sleep and benumb.
Romeo's poison was quick. Thus, with a tender kiss he died.
To chamber I betide to cleanse this stain I shall not abide.
Out! Out Damned spot! Thy splotch besmirches as if blood.
Begone fore I hear my heartbeats pounding with each thud.
On the banks of Stratford-On-Avon tis where I long to be,
rewriting Romeo and Juliet so in the future he will decree...
To Juliet when she says, Romeo. Romeo, wherefore art thou?
The lad shall reply, "What do you want from me, you cow?"
Dear Bard, you mustn't change a word of what's been written.
For centuries women have read your lines and were smitten.
"I shall nary breathe a word of this ill journey to the future.
Thine lips are sealed forever more without need of suture.
Back to the grave where I belong, most gladly shall I return.
In eternal sleep, ne'er to dream of such time I did spurn."
Wisdom and understanding do raise their voice
On the stands beside the paths they yell that you make a choice;
At the gates of bazaars both do cry hoarse and loud,
And wonder how orderly the world would be if all fools vowed
To live according to their simple dictates,
And leave all evil and unwholesome tastes.
When shall the simple gain understanding and prudence,
And the unknowing embrace a life of sense?
The Almighty detests deeds devoid of reason,
For His perfect nature is never perverse
But just and fair in His rule over the universe;
He thus like Him wants all men to be
For nothing short of this can His heart please;
Not even valued incense offered my men of hearts remiss!
Choose understanding over quick silver
And understanding over choice gold;
All who these chose in the world of the old
All possessed and lacked not a single thing,
For nothing desirable can be compared with wisdom;
It is the ferocious guard to watch your home,
And your delicious meal in the face of hunger!
Fear the Lord and hate all evil
And it shall not destroy your grain any weevil;
Hate the perversity of crooked and warped speech
And among men of sense carve yourself a niche;
Let counsel and sound speech be yours
For these alone are limitless power
To wield for help in the need's hour;
When troubles and adversities betide,
Wisdom is a sure place for you to hide.
In wisdom are enduring honor and prosperity,
Truest valor and freedom from all forms of temerity;
It's the only scape from all shackles that engulf,
Amnesty from all follies that grind!
They rule with justice and without fear of overthrow
The wise kings and princes who fear the Lord,
Who marked the boundaries of the seas
And demarcations of the dry world!
He who fixed the clouds and the firmaments,
Has with Him all treasured endowments;
Blessed be those that keep His ways
And many shall be their days
That hearken to His wisdom,
Obey His decrees plain and clear,
And His hallowed name fear!
Be not beguiled by the cacophony and the hubbub,
The law of the Lord remains unshaken and superb;
And the fear of the Creator remains the only refuge
In the face of disaster and drowning deluge!
There comes a moment in our live's
Be it this day, this year, this night
When all at once we can bare no more
Of life's struggles, strife, and fights.
Not to say we wish to end it
But just to retreat a little while
Like a ship that leaves the harbour
To sail a sea of trials.
To deal with one wave at a time
Tossing and turning with each blow
Of what beguiles us day to day
When riding high or lying low.
Woe betide us the awkwardness
Of discussions with mother-dear
The to's and fro's of where to go
Resulting in life's understeer.
The highs of unchecked enthusiasm
Taking ourselves by surprise
With assurances of what we'll do
Towards the optimistic goal we dare to realise.
'Till at last we meet our pillows
For the truths to flow freely then
The floods of tears urge them forth
As for the first time, reality we tend.
The more we fight the more we fall
So says the back of our tired mind
But hoist the sail of want and drive
And work with the storms design.
Sometimes happenings feel larger than life
More like someone else's than our own
But just play the part and fight none
As is the only advice people seem to condone.
The step up and out can feel more like a fall
The stern ruling dominate over the bow
Severe is the harshness of reality
Of what we must face now.
No step by step instruction
Just a compass and a destination
Through the terrors we must ourselves navigate
It all being part of our confirmation.
The confirmation of what we choose to be:
An ocean liner with ease cruising through?
A fighting, battle worn frigate giving no chances?
Or an honest trade barge plodding through?
Once in a while settling at a mooring
With futures docks in sight
I know I long to stop forever there
And prolong the stillness and calm of this night.
Wether it's calm or just panic beyond measure,
I guess I'll never know
As each song on the wind's a current
That can lift me high or sink me low.
One summers day I'll reach that docks
Of the place I'm meant to be
Far away yet oh so near
I hope that soon the end I'll see.
For now I guess I'll stay adrift
In a sea of uncertainties
And shout once more and again
A young sailor's prayers and pleads.
Scarecrow Addict
Gritted and dusty
Powered by flack jacket eyes
Bootsteps through grey puddles
Flotilla of cigarette butts
Trash kicked aside
In a desert of litter
Seeking the soulless of death
Chattering on split lips
The grimy irk of air
Festoons the rink and rack
The floating black
Sucks unbidden
Horses into battle ridden
Scream through his lungs
Broken weapons
Filled with empty bullets
Enemies in their colours run
Demon angel
Of the iridescent metal
In the bars of sculptured hell
For the hot choke of alcohol
Has squandered his nights
And burnt his will
The vengeance of mirrors
He cannot defy
He has become
The man with the gun
And rabid dog bark
Is the music
The fang gangster rap
Chews on his pride
Coughs back and spits
Too many drugs
To fill his hate
As he seethes through the alleys
The ricochet sound of poverty
Slaps hard at the cold
Whistle through the doorstep
The vicious snide crack
Scavenges his chest
Scarecrow buckshot
Trammels his lungs
And coughs up plastic
Iron girders against shattered walls
Where the whole world threw up
His sick
Chokes on the disgusting chuck up
Of need
So full of promises
But still lets in the freezing winds
To whined up urine stained
In the pallor
The colour
Of his sky
Bandit warrior and loser
This brave young man
Watched this driven and ploughed memory
Eat away
By iron vice drag
Devastate his pale haired wench
Leaving blood trailing on her breast
Pimped
She was
And hate in grey battered uniforms
Drove the callous on
And lifted him from the reeking cans
Of his desolation
Bled him through nights of sweat
And cold turkey chewed regret
The plaster wet billboard and pealing advert
Have no idea
What they have unleashed
Brittle as long dead bones
And screaming head
No longer hates
But still sneers revenge
In tattered loose rags
He staggers from the vomiting pit
Emaciated wolf
The grinning scarecrow eyes of merciless
And the jagged teeth of candle lit
The reek of vendetta
Hangs ever about his lips
And woe betide the gun smith
Woe betide indeed the needles
Wet prick
Nothing left to fight for
Other than
A long dead
Lover
1. Shall I narrate you a tale or may be a thousand stories,
Of a lost love and fervent devotion?
Or chronicles of longing and separation?
Mayhap I, relate both as you wish, open your eyes and give me your ears.
2. For I hear no serenade and diversion no more,
I dwell in evanescence of poetry and free verses,
Yet I yearn for a rune of praise, jealousy or even scorn,
Scythe me not, in a circle I whirl and swirl, beloved.
3. This poor heart beckons the chants of your name,
It that be bounteous, splendid and dazzling,
My lungs hymned shall intone in flamboyance,
Beloved, look-see my essence, my being.
4. Be it, am a sycophant, for your favor,
Behave the heart of peccadilloes and lapses.
Reveal to me the cryptic and the arcane,
The venal lushness of your vision, beloved.
5. You are ubiquitous, beloved,
I attest the signs and the hallmarks scattered,
Yet my caravan never reaches the apogee,
Even in silence, in solitude and slumber I journey.
6. Like the moon, sun and star scads,
Darkness and light, in their sheer vanity,
You are the whole and abound in majesty,
Behold arrogance and vanity are veraciously only yours, beloved.
7. Like a spinning wheel always in motion,
Not a second escapes a nix from your vision,
Yet foundered in my bewilderment you notice me not,
Withal, I carry on until that day when you do, with devotion.
8. Betide a sudra untouchable, so be it my karma,
Yonder I move stubbornly towards my moksha,
Let fate excruciating me to annihilation and redemption,
To my nirvana, peace and nothingness in you, beloved.
9. Importuned, the day you alight by the door,
Ready will I be, no need to knock, alas just enter,
For all doors are yours, be sited beloved while I fetch my flute,
For the flute had been seeking its reed bed.
10. No doors, no restraint in my heart, there is only you,
Always plenteous and as wide as the ocean,
No walls, no locks and no curtains can resist,
For this heart is your dwelling place, for, you never left, beloved.
Love's Compass Rose
( Valentine Poem 2018)
From the East we set out,
Gathering steam;
A rising sun ignites
The birth of the dream,
Celestial fire lights
The path of youthful love,
Finding its way upon
The blinding heights
Of Spring's unbounded passions.
Heedless we, by days and nights
Of Destiny or Destination.
Then moved by Nature's own determination,
To the South we turned
Our yet-young steps,
Down to where the long Summer burned,
Bloomed, and its tendrils crept
Alongside all the way,
Sometimes caught
Sometimes slowed our tread -
Yet still we strode, all down the day
Arm weaved in arm
We held each other sway
Until the Summer gave us all Her best.
Then we turned us to the West;
Where now we wend our careful way
Through the land of gold and red
Where the taste of cold hangs in the day
And what is said and left unsaid
Colors all the cooling air
Drawing us nearer, step by step
To the silent North
As it paints the frostlines in our hair.
Now I would not wish to be a boy again;
Thou art now to me more passing fair
Then thou wert to me before, and so...
In the end it's to the North we go,
Up high above, to the silent land
Where the diamonds of the sky shine true
Where together we shall stop and stand
Thee with me, I with you
Reviewing all the good things we've done,
Then call it good, as the night comes down
To wrap us in its starry arms.
In this ending we have won
The rewards of patient labor.
The Winter of the North will welcome us at last
As the present is the only child of the past
So goes the Circle, 'round and 'round.
We go around Love's Compass Rose,
With some things lost, others found,
Wondering at the things we chose
To keep or cast aside.
When it's done, the time spent
If it was well done, there may be more,
There may be more betide;
We may be given to go 'round again,
To meet my Joy, my Wife, my Pride -
Somewhere South of Seventeen.
At times we should not be afraid
to roundly call a spade a spade.
I shrink not from a reference
to a fearful pestilence.
From Leo the king to a lowly vole,
the fear of death held all in thrall.
Even the amorous turtledove
found no appetite for love.
At last King Leo called together
birds big and small of every feather,
dogs, wolves, hares, horses, cattle,
to join a mighty fearless battle
against a woe that knew no measure,
that revealed divine displeasure.
In a tone both low and grave
the king proposed a way to save
his subjects from destruction's pit
in a way that would best fit.
"Beloved creatures, renouncing sins
alone celestial pardon wins.
Let each of us search heart and soul.
to find what error played a role
in provoking Heaven's frown,
sparing not Our royal crown.
We too have erred, let Us confess,
sharing guilt for the present mess.
Often We - Oh, truth to tell -
a flock of harmless sheep befell.
We must not omit to say,
the shepherd too his life did pay."
"Your conscience is too tender, Sire"
From all such self-reproach retire!
That shepherd got his just reward;
for humankind no tear afford.
Us animals they kill, enslave.
The world has lost but one more knave."
Thus spoke the wolves dressed in black
whose legal minds no cunning lack.
The animals told, one by one
all the wicked things they'd done
until it was a donkey's turn
to say for what his heart did burn.
"Once I was standing at a fence,
For what I did there's no defence.
I felt an urge - o woe betide! -
to munch grass on the neighbor's side.
Some demon drove me to so act.
Conscience forbid I hide the fact."
"Oh monstrous sin! Abomination!
Betrayal of the animal nation!
'Tis this wicked foolish ass
that has incurred God's wrath, alas!
The court did not brook delay.
Someone had the price to play.
He opens learners’ hearts with the key of kindness;
passionately plant in them the seeds of success
and watch them grow in the garden of greatness.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He wields words from the wellspring of wisdom
to water worm-wheat in the field of freedom...
and shield them from the throne of thralldom;
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He tells his students the lore of love and life,
and the right use of rocket, rifle and knife
to save them from baseless storms and strife;
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He wakes up each day with this golden goal:
To tenderly touch each pupil's spirit and soul,
and make their broken bones worthy and whole.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He prays for each pupil to have an honourable heart,
out of which will flow the beauty of eternal art
so they can be sincere, sensible and smart.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He is a mentor with a matchless mission,
practicing what he preaches with pure passion;
his friends are spurred to have a vibrant vision.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
When winter’s wool and whirlwind betide,
and the streams of life roar in stormy tide;
he gives warm words to guard and guide...
Talk about a terrific teacher.
Examination is not just a test of intelligence;
it is also a test of creativity and confidence...
his students enjoy inspiring independence.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
In poor pupils, he see a pool of great possibilities,
he teaches them to tap from the oasis of opportunities
springing in their desert of difficulties...
Talk about a terrific teacher.
Some folks are only interested in high income;
he looks out for inspiring inputs and learning outcome...
his job is to make the future bright and awesome.
Talk about a terrific teacher.