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The Christmas Purpose
By: Miracle Man
December 6, 2021
For fear of offending another, and starting a fray,
many don’t say Merry Christmas, but Happy Holiday.
A commercialized holiday often void of Christ’s name,
Leaving Jesus out of Christmas is a foolhardy game.
Jesus came, was virgin birthed, in a far away stable,
accomplishing for mankind what no other was able.
His earthly life was culminated at a forlorn cross,
making man opportunity to expunge all his dross.
Christmas has become a giving and merriment season,
too many have forgotten that Jesus is the reason.
12/27/21
Did poorly or was doing just fine
The outcome was negative or had a plus sign
Always not just sometimes
Being one of a kind
Under the moonlight and sunshine
When it took a turn for the worse or was sublime
No longer getting brushed aside
Seeking what it is that I must find
On the frontlines
Can't force it
Or forfeit
Held true or was horse
Bought it or couldn't afford it
Crystal clear or distorted
Unavoidable or able to be thwarted
Saw it coming from the crows nest
Meanwhile, most think they know best
As they struggle to clean up their own mess
Very quick to protest
In their ways they are so set
For the greater good or due to greed it was commercialized
All of this, I could not internalize
Something still stirs inside
It's tragic that humans and animals got burned alive
Better be something you're sure about
Or it'll have an unsuccessful turnout
Close and far from any birdhouse
So many rotten games
It has gotten strange
All about the profit gains
Not any pocket change
'Twas a night before Blue Light Specials, when all through Ebay
Not a bargain was found, not even an iPod
The stockings were empty and coupons in disarray
In hopes that Uncle Sam will bring me a rod
The children were angry: "We want our money!!!"
With visions Three Dimensional dancing in their heads
I, mamma, in my 'kerchief pulling hair looked so funny
Had to get second job selling relaxing, cool beds...
When out in the driveway arguments and loud chatter
I sprang out of my office, see neighbor and Repo Santa
I went out to calm them and asked what was the matter
"Need to get his wheels", said he while drinking a "Fanta"
And away Santa flew, ere he drove out of sight
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!"
For Carolyn's Contest: "Commercialized Holiday Humor Contest"
It's the first of November in the mall
And Christmas decorations deck the hall.
Tinsel and glitter abound,
The Christmas carols resound
And we haven't even gotten through fall.
Now Christmas has a season all it's own
And shopping makes you weary to the bone.
It's not a one day event
With happy family spent,
And for their lists, you'll likely need a loan.
By the time you finally get it done
You'll be too tired to have any fun.
If you get through Christmas Day
It's the next day you can play,
By returning your gifts for better ones.
for Carolyn's Commercialized Holiday Humor contest
(Merry friggin' ho ho is something the girls and I say to each other
when we are being sarcastic or cynical over the holidays, we only
mean it in a humorous way, please don't take offense)
A porky problem
worth resolving
Is our scientifically hoggish evolutionary
survivalist assumption
that all Creatures that Matter
would highest and best
usefully support AnthroPrivileged
rabidly expanding WealthCare
EcoPolitical Systems
Monopolizing EarthMother's breastmilk
and extracting fertile fuel
from her commercialized
and marginalized,
raped
and enslaved ****.
Pigs in a mud-warmed pond
experience a health care system
without monotheistic meaning
and not intending
or pretending
any monopoly rights to embodied pleasure,
much less spiritualized Paradise
As deeply as we can communicate
only AnthroGods and their Goddess Concubines
believe in our immortal EarthRights
to entitled lives that exclusively matter
for EarthMother's healthiest wealth
resilient solidarity
and resonant synergy.
Swine, by compassionate comparison,
gladly show us
more resilient thrival instincts
than avoiding the Killing Butcher
by feeding and pushing our piglets
toward a capital-fueled Trauma Machine
As any pig would know,
survival of the fattest
is not necessarily as enlightened
or empowering
as we might
whole herd EarthTribe
together sacred grow
In cooperative mindfulness,
EarthTribal integrity,
solid
resilient synergy,
with the copassionate mindfulness
of a mystified
post-partum sow.
We all know that Christmas is commercialized
It is about business, profits and making money
So is Valentine's Day right now. Love is for sale
Hearts are on sale. Love is indeed materialized
Greed is at its best. Some lovers are very pale
Many seniors are obviously sad. That's not funny
Because it hurts to see so many loners
Who are not happy. They are in pain
Nobody buys them: flowers or chocolate
Valentine's Day is no longer for lovers
Yet, it is a very special to go on a date
With friends and to dream of having fun
Things have changed and are no longer the same
This is the truth and that's a bloody shame
Still, I'm wishing you: Happy Valentines's Day
Be safe! Blow kisses and don't get carried away.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Looking Past The Clutter
Written: by Miracle Man
12-4-2019
Each Holiday season many will go all out,
While rarely mentioning what Christmas is about.
When to celebrate Jesus should be more befitting,
The mood seems to be about giving and getting.
The birth of Jesus has become commercialized,
And by this trend we’ve become mesmerized.
Everything is geared to increase our buying,
Instead of Jesus’ birth which some are denying.
We’re encouraged to use the term, Happy Holidays,
Merry Christmas is offensive to those not liking this phrase.
But I, like many others, will continue having my say,
It’s remains Merry Christmas, and Jesus’ birthday.
SERENDIPITY
commercialized like dippity-do
— the extra hold hair gel.
sounds like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious*
so fresh; and clean —
a nonsense word used
when you have nothing else to say.
and let’s not forget serenity now**
yelled uncontrollably
when you need to calm down.
one more, s’il vous plaîs:***
serene, dip, dippity-doo-da-yay!
s-e-r-e-n-d-i-p-i-t-y
yes, i love to play with you
my loquacious love.
defined as: (remember to say it fast and pedantically)
the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable
(take a breath) or agreeable things not sought for****
i close my eyes in a honeysuckle fog.
the scent surprises me, dabs on my pulse points.
!!!!!!!!
i open my lids, and a friend,
i haven’t seen in eons, says hello.
!!!!!!!!!
my husband twirls me about
“serendipity” he says as he whisks me away to Paris.
!!!!!!!!!!
thus, i shall place my favorite word
in your hand like a flutterby,
i mean, of course, a butterfly —
the prism-break of
r-o-y-g-b-p and moonbows.
perhaps... i’ll look into my palm
and see your word placed there.
i draw a breath, my heart races — and yes —
it’s serendipity all over again.
8/16/2019
Favorite Word Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Cooke
*Mary Poppins
**Seinfeld
***s’il vous plaîs - (sel-vü-ple) French meaning “if you please”
****from Merriam-Webster
You might wonder about my use of flutterby.
My brother used to give this word as a one
word clue to get me to say butterfly.
It was a delicate time
Different than back in the 60’s,
A curiously odd trip to a town I had
remembered as clean and happy
Ocean waves the same
Too commercialized now
Bar signs everywhere
Scantily clad women in our faces
A town promoting liquor and debauchery
Maybe I had not noticed before
Because I was a child
Beaches littered by people yelling loudly
Seemed quieter before
I did not remember so much meanness
or loud brags
People leaving their wrappers
Not looking as they left
Not seeming to care
Tin people on beaches
-a different beach now
littered up and commercial
sad feelings arise-
Happiness comes in diverse packages,
high to low,
outside to inside,
light to dark.
From global premium Health
through local everyday
resiliently benign
steady-state Communion,
down toward sado-masochistic fake over/under-powering happiness
nihilistically ecstatic
denialistically non-empathic
dualistically manic
fundamentally terrorizing missions of anti-cultural delight in hate
zealous and haughty DarkGlee
violently fighting for self-righteous scrooge supremacy
because,
after all,
what else would omnipotent god's gift
to this bought and sold benighted Earth do
in the face of such glamorously silly
heart two sizes too large to tolerate toxic co-dependency?
Self-righteous DarkGlee
refueled by punishing yin's communal integrity
for presuming to wear democratic empowering pants
in this violently sectarian
elitist inhumane family
ruling supremely over all other EarthTribes
and Earth
Her blighted birthing
benighted virginal Self.
In response to universal healthy happiness needs,
Peace emerges dark listening winter solstice born
to unite everyday peace
feeling and thinking
co-arising longing for hope-therapeutic actions
nutritional gift rooted
in interdependent
co-empathic
co-messianic
planetary identity.
Humane eco-divining everyday beings
becoming Earth's HappinessTribe
by growing cooperatively therapeutic
healthy universal yang needs
co-gravitating unitarian integral yin-flow feelings,
Thoughts Adventure co-empathic non-violent listening
silently hopeful
diurnal winter through summer happy co-investments
in and of and for more cooperative climate gifts.
No unhappy commercialized receipts required
for unfortunate non-communal returns
of incarnate Grace.