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Premium Member A Trudge To Bethlehem and Nativity

"Jesus Born in a lowly stable, a symbol of forsakenness became the redeemer of the whole world. It doesn't count how poor has been our birth. What matters is who we finally are or what we become"- By Poet

On a bleak and frosty night
Vexed and weary two travelers rode
Along the pathways-craggy and ragged
From Nazareth, trudging miles on end

Full pregnant, was she with child
Mary -the Virgin, suffused with Spirit Holy
Divinely ordained to bear the Godly Prince
Conceived before, she had known her spouse.

Abiding in Heaven’s Providence n’ care
They had rode past miles behind
Far too fatigued by the trip
Mary, now badly needed a place to rest.

Heading towards the blinking lights
Not far from the city’s guarded gate
Joseph sighted a tavern-small
Perched high on a tiny hill

A sense of relief beamed past
They have come at last to the journey’s end
Finally found a place to rest! 
An interim home away from home

Tethering the donkey outside the gate
Joseph helped Mary alight the brute
In eager search, he hurried inside
With Mary, following with faltering steps.

But the couple, to their dismay found
Within the tavern, room, there was none
For many a man had gathered round
To halt there on that freezing night

Sundry folk from surrounding lands
Had reached Bethlehem for the yearly census
Tradesmen selling clothes and cheese
Nomads of varying clans and clime

Petulant camels, braying donkeys
The place was littered with man and beast.
The tavern small, so packed to full
Had no more space to harbor the crowd

Mary and Joseph, though dejected, 
Were encamped within a manger- warm
With tender concern, Joseph joked, 
To ease the strain on Mary’s face

“Gaze upon this palace of gold
Where a son shall soon be born to us”! 
Mary smiled a gentle smile, 
Humored by her husband’s jest

Under the gaze of tethered hosts
In veiled privacy of the midnight gloom
She gave birth to a radiant child, 
The great Redeemer to all Mankind 

The star studded sky suddenly glowed
With a rare brilliance never beheld
And a celestial voice trailed along
Delivering ‘tidings of joy’ to the globe around

20, December 2021
Nativity New poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Eve Roper
Resubmitted for Old Christmas Poetry Contest
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Politics - Time To Change

Privately educated, privileged backgrounds .……no problem per se …….…but ......we're led by these plum in mouth toffs by the troughful.…... their snouts in the pockets of the electorate, creaming the real workers of cash for taxes .…....so long as they're okay with backhanded deals and offshore accounts, their empathy remains as real as a cuboid moon.
Distrustful dinosaurs with prehistoric rhetoric....... and arrogance beyond belief .......they give the people grief. Arguably their role is to be unpopular..... no reflection of the real people, no microcosm, no cross section, no true representation of us compounds their ability to irritate.
This is politics in full swing, full of stuck up d*cks and silly twerps in tailored shirts telling us how to vote. When can this change to a real democracy? ........Real parties talking real issues with real solutions with real taxes spent on real things. The equilibrium is unbalanced, the donkey jacket came and went ......now we're left with just the donkeys, more mules to carry the weight of their own egos.
We have the right to vote.....we pride ourselves on this democratic right...but this is looking through the rose tints.….I only have the ability to vote for different shades of beige....unless I want to become a part of an extremist, sensationalist mob.….I don't.... I just want a real choice of real people..….so for now my ballot card will remain a useful piece of cardboard.... to fold and prop up the wonky leg on my dining room table.
© Rob Carter  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Prose

The Child

There is nothing more beautiful then waking up on Christmas morning 
to the sound of Jesus giggling in His crib. Surrounded by donkeys asses 
and sheep, he breathes in the fresh air as He lifts his eyes to heaven 
and tells his creator, "Father, I am here to do your will. "
In the back of the stable there is a window and Mary is kneeling by His 
side showing Him a reel of His life.  She tries, but her heart bittersweet
is swelled and her smile doesn't reach her eyes. 
Joseph is dismantling the wood makeshift table and preparing for his 
morning duties.  He knows that life won't be easy for the Child , and 
he gives thanks to the Lord for giving him the honor of being his 
Father. 
Christmas is all about giving thanks, Lest we forget why he was born 
Not for toys, not for festive greetings, but to save us all from sin.
Form: Narrative

ABSURDITY

Behold the emperor who all revere.
He walks around naked, as his followers cheer,
With every lie he utters they nod and believe,
The idiocy of it all - they fail to perceive!

Watch him as he stands up so bold and bare,
All grades are a sham, but who would care?
For with confidence, he struts along with pride,
As his presence commands attention far and wide!

In this ludicrous era where logic is defied,
Science is but a joke, and reason is cast aside.
Gravity? What’s that? when the emperor can fly,
With invisible wings, in the bright blue sky.

The cats and dogs hover – oh yes, they can -
For he says so, waving the rainbow as a fan!
Denying gravity, they navigate around with grace,
The clouds form their streets, in this insane space.

Donkeys fly around in a sky that is not blue,
Their skin so multicoloured – a vibrant hue,
Fish swim in the air, and birds live under the sea,
In this topsy - turvy world, where absurdity runs free!

In the emperor’s world, reason has no sway,
The ‘laws of nature’, defined by him, are here to stay!
In every twist and turn, inanity is in sight,
In this carnival of chaos, surreal delights ignite!

Oh, clap your hands as the emperor looks grand,
Strutting as the symbol of wisdom in every land!
All his followers worship him with blind devotion,
Believing the preposterous, sunk in their delusion.

So let us all carousal in this circuit of deceit.
Where truth and reason sleep in the backseat.
In this realm of mockery, fools are crowned -
And the emperor reigns all naked and renowned!

For there is no honest little boy who would scream,
“The emperor is naked; this is real, not a dream!”

Copyright © 2023 by Crystal David John

Premium Member An American Fantasy

~ An American Fantasy ~


After the BIG meeting, the donkeys went to meet the press
  What? No microphones? Where were they? -- anyone's guess

The elephants followed and seemed confused
  Perhaps the equipment blew a fuse

So they all went back, talked civilly for a while
  Decided to give collaboration a trial

When they met again, they even compromised
  No microphones, no problem ~ a welcome surprise


             


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Note: In case politics does has not yet consumed you: Donkeys
are the mascot of the Democratic party in the USA.  Elephants 
are the mascot of the Republicans.  (Pretty weird, eh?).
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Franky Doodle Poodle

Franky Doodle bought a poodle, but the deal went wonky
Went back to the pet shop and said, That there dog’s a Donkey!

Fetch the donkey from my car,
Get a poodle handy
That’s no poodle in my car…
Have you been at the Brandy?

The pet shop owner said, Don’t come here, talking tough and spunky,
If you think that dog’s an ass, then you must be a junkie.”

Fetch the donkey from my car,
Get a poodle handy
That’s no poodle in my car…
Have you been at the Brandy?

Franky Doodle said, Is this your customer relations?
The pet shop owner said, I’m sorry, we don’t sell Alsatians.

Fetch the donkey from my car,
Get a poodle handy
That’s no poodle in my car…
Have you been at the Brandy?

Franky Doodle said, You're deaf… your hearing aid is broken,
And you’re half blind so you can’t lip-reed any word I’ve spoken.

Fetch the donkey from my car,
Get a poodle handy
That’s no poodle in my car…
Have you been at the Brandy?

The pet shop owner said, But Sir, my donkeys don’t do rushing.
Franky Doodle frowned. I said, A dog that don’t need brushing!

Fetch the donkey from my car
Get a poodle handy
That’s no poodle in my car…
Have you been at the Brandy?

             *

Franky Doodle bought a poodle, but the deal went wonky
Went back to the pet shop and said, That there dog’s a Donkey!”

“The pet shop owner said, Don’t come here, talking tough and spunky,
If you think that dog’s an ass, then you must be a junkie.”

Franky Doodle said, Is this your customer relations?
The pet shop owner said, I’m sorry, we don’t sell Alsatians.

Fetch the donkey from my car
Get a poodle handy
That’s no poodle in my car…
Have you been at the Brandy?
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Two Brass Asses Clash In Blades of Glass

two brass asses clash in blades of glass


as we stare looking sadly at each other
two donkeys in a lea, under a tree of hate
we bray at each other at all hours of the day
we stand in the  branching shadow of mounting darkness 
two donkeys in a lea, under a tree of hate
our eyes show contempt in the face of stringing sorrow
we stand in the branching shadow of mounting darkness 
we break bread to live to hate upon being sated
two donkeys in a lea, under a tree of hate
we bray at each other at all hours of the day
we break bread to live to hate upon being sated
as we stare looking sadly at each other

connie pachecho

2/11/17
Form: Pantoum

I Changed Tonight

I changed tonight, of country, my friends,
I know a dirty girl from Tennessee,
More sparkling than a champagne cork,
With black rimmel and lipsticks on sale.

I changed countries last night, my friends,
I’d rather be a peasant than a townsman,
I prefer to say hello to donkeys and bees,
I found rhymes and silence in sweet California,

O Strange lands, birds understand me, 
They tell stories to millennial trees,
I changed of country, my hats, poems,
I talk and dreams  are an Oregon Indian,

Land of poetry, I cross without fear, railroads,
I don’t trust window cleaners and car washers,
Only poets can save you, my friends,
They let the horses run wherever they want.
Form: Narrative

My Thoughts

No fence for cactus.                                                                                         Donkeys don't need to bridle                                                                                  No degree for smart                                                                  
                                                                                                                                 
  The new chappal bites                                                               
 We can't cut leg for chappal                                                                                    So think before act.                                                                 
                                                                                                                                 Don't let child labour                                                                                               Child's wage is a social sin.                                                                             
 Allow the child free
Form: Haiku

The Lamb's Day

THE LAMB'S DAY

Hills and mountains are bowing
Beautiful clouds are drifting
Overwhelmed animals are shouting
The sun is smiling,
while its heat cooks the sweet-scented roses
Changing the weather's aroma
Wait a moment,smell it,I guess you want to taste
The sea exhibiting skills with her waves
Wow! the bays and headlands exclaim
Water overflows the oasis
Giving the desert a great relief
Did someone say what's happening?
Hear the birds sing

Glory be to the king!
Glory be to the king!
To whom who saw us in doom
Brought us to the room of light
To whom who became a lamb for my sake
The lamb whose precious blood set me free
Glory the to the king!
Glory be to the king!

The king was born today
Let the dogs bay
Let the donkeys bray
All to hail his name

MERRY CHRISTMAS
Form: Lyric

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