Long Eleventh Poems
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On the first day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- (and...) a Jedi who'll make life truly free,
On the second day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- two cans of bolts (R2D2 & C3PO)
On the third day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- three friend trends (Hans, Chewy & Lando)
On the fourth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- four battle droids
On the fifth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- five lightsabers
On the sixth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- six death stars bursting
On the seventh day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- seven star destroyers
On the eighth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- eight x-wing fighters
On the ninth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- nine storm troop runners
On the tenth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- ten dead stormtroopers
On the eleventh day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- eleven rebel fighters
On the twelfth day of Space Crafts, Skywalker gave to me,
-- twelve star wars movies (so far...)
-- eleven rebel fighters
-- ten dead stormtroopers
-- nine storm troop runners
-- eight x-wing fighters
-- seven star destroyers
-- six death stars bursting
-- five lightsabers
-- four battle droids
-- three friend trends
-- two cans of springs
-- and a Jedi who'll make life truly free!
The seventh kingdom sings that he was a drop of gold
Who fell from the sky of golden sunlight to earth so cold
Dragons brought that drop to their caves thousands of years old
It grew into a gold child who shone for all to behold
A white dove baptised him, and brought him back to the blue
He received the glory of heaven’s sunlight as he flew
The eighth kingdom proclaims that a cloud wrapped round a rock
A young man broke out of the rock with white flames that could talk
He held a dagger and torch as doves came as a flock
The doves from the cloud cared for him as he began to walk
He received glory and power as candles were lit
Lit by man celebrating that the ancient rock was split
The ninth kingdom sings that from the nine muses, one left
She flew to a high mountain to think about the bereft
She desired her body whom none can take by theft
As a lone virgin, she birthed a son whom the angels blessed
Every angel sang hymns to nourish him with glory
And went to the waters to save men from purgatory
The tenth kingdom sings that the son came from the sun god
Who loved a white cloud and dropped a pearly tear as a prod
The cloud opened and gave a child, and the sun did laud
And the child received glory. This is what they all applaud
And the kingdom sings that the child fell as pouring rain
To the waters of the earth to ease humanity’s pain
The eleventh says that he was born with vile power
Born from a father who desired his precious flower
The plant opened its petals and became a vower
It vowed to take its sole offspring to a tomb to cower
An angel dressed in white roses came and cared for him
And through the angel, he came to a lake filled to the brim
The twelfth kingdom sings that he came from the moon and sun
He was cared for and nourished in the heights as a loved one
He was bathed in power and bright glory as the son
He soon rained down into sparkling waters as should be done
But in the shimmering truth, he was above those two
Who came to save pearls, using the shining boats to get through
On the first day of Christmas my Father gave to me...
His Son's sacrifice on a tree.
On the second day of Christmas my Father gave to me...
Two Testaments. (Old and New Testaments)
On the third day of Christmas my Father gave to me...
Faith, hope, love. (1 Corinthians 13:13)
On the fourth day of Christmas my Father gave to me...
Four Gospel books. (Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John)
On the fifth day of Christmas my Father gave to me...
The Pentateuch. (Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, Deuteronomy)
On the sixth day of Christmas my Father gave to me...
Six days of creation. (Genesis 1)
On the seventh day of Christmas my Father gave to me...
Seven spiritual gifts. (1 Corinthians 12:8-10)
On the eighth day of Christmas my Father gave to me...
Eight beatitudes. (Matthew 5:3-10)
On the ninth day of Christmas my Father gave to me...
Nine spiritual fruits. (Galatians 5:22-23)
On the tenth day of Christmas my Father gave to me...
The Ten Commandments. (Exodus 20)
On the eleventh day of Christmas my Father gave to me...
Eleven disciples. (Judas excluded)
On the twelveth day of Christmas my Father gave to me...
Twelve Points of Doctrine, (in the Apostle's Creed)
Eleven disciples,
The Ten Commandments,
Nine spiritual fruits,
Eight beatitudes,
Seven spiritual gifts,
Six days of creation,
The Pentateuch,
Four Gospel books,
Faith, hope, love,
Two Testaments,
and His Son's sacrifice on a tree.
Inspired by a meme on the original "12 days of Christmas." (I can't take too much credit for this. I only put it to tune.)
12-19-19
On the first day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a safe and secure border
and a great gift for the country
On the second day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a giant boot up NATO’s ass
and a great kick for the country
On the third day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a reality check for Zelensky
and a great sign for the country
On the fourth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
no dudes in women’s spaces
and a great law for the country
On the fifth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a climate apocalypse myth bust
and a great truth for the country
On the sixth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
rampant crime slashed in D.C.
and a great lift for the country
On the seventh day of Christmas
the President gave to me
2.5 million Biden illegals deported
and a great purge for the country
On the eighth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
bunker busters for the Ayatollah
and a great win for the country
On the ninth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
peace in the Middle-East
and a great day for the country
On the tenth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
zero tolerance for Jew hatred
and a great example for the country
On the eleventh day of Christmas
the President gave to me
narco terrorist boats blown up, yay
and a great job for the country
On the twelfth day of Christmas
the President gave to me
a big beautiful ballroom
and a great hall for the country!
Written: December 2025
About the eleventh hour,
Came a strong man of valor,
Who came so meek and mild,
With inner, unending power.
His time was in an age,
When Satan’s forces would rage,
To take down the generation,
Chosen to mark the day.
Along came a beloved child to him,
Paramount in fighting the evil wild,
Who would need a stable root to stem,
And help to shape and save his life.
This man does everything he can,
With so much good to give,
Bringing honor to his family's plan,
Living to serve, and freely forgive.
I am this man, whom walks with God,
Holding His hand, following His plan.
It’s now our time, to affirm our all in all,
By obedience, to His every command.
I forever give all things gratefully,
Back to our Father in Heaven,
Who graciously gives so bountifully,
As the miracle in the bread of life, the leaven.
I would not have this role, were it not for my goodly mother,
Who sacrificed unto no end, to save our family’s soul.
We are eternally blessed by her, like no other,
Because with God’s perfect love, He saves us in whole.
High up in the loving crook of two adjoined cottonwood trees
I spent my eleventh summer reading seven library books a day.
A sandwich, glass of cold lemonade, these books and I
would climb up into that treehouse in the morning.
As I read, I would study ants and other minute creatures.
Mrs. Rutherford’s voice would float up.
I could hear Mrs. McDowell’s funny titter.
I might look up occasionally to see kids playing tag,
or Red Rover Red Rover.
The soft breeze might try to lull me to sleep if it was a boring book,
in which case I would begin another.
I was an eclectic reader. I liked mysteries, biographies, science fiction, and thrillers.
Agatha Christie became a favorite after “And then there were none”
None of her other books lived up, but I read them still, hoping.
My daddy built that treehouse, and I will be forever grateful.
I’d climb down in the afternoon to return these books to the library.
Collecting seven new books to read the next day
because our small town library limited me to seven.
It was okay, for this was about all I could read in one day anyway.
I learned a lot about the world from these books,
but even more about the world
As I spied on the neighbors, watching their lives unveil, as their
excited voices carried themselves to the top of those cottonwood trees.
Blue Wail
My head says futile, my heart keeps faith
A journey so long for one lonesome waif
Steadfastly onwards, my heart rules my mind
As on I endeavour, that one I might find
These limitless seas that I wander alone
Carry the sounds of my beseeching tone
If one might reply ’cross my vast ocean home
In search of another, together we’d roam
Yet when you’re the biggest creature on Earth
And nought has come close since your mother gave birth
All you can do is endeavour to find
A single companion of your own kind
Men used to hunt us with boats armed with darts
They’d tie us aside and harpoon our hearts
But now an eleventh hour human decree
Allows me to go with a new sanctity
A tardy reprieve for a creature like me
As I roam every ocean and search every sea
But it’s late in my day and though I be free
Another Blue Whale is the longing in me
(Inspired by the John Gordon Davis 1976 novel
‘Leviathan’
which suggests that a Blue Whale can live its entire life
and never encounter another)
as we commemorate the 10th anniversary of a day we'll always remember
over three thousand lives taken on the eleventh day of September
but for the grace of God it might have been me
to have been one of those lives taken away in the midst of that tragedy
life is a series of sequences and events that take place
and I know that as a child of Christ I'm living under His grace
at the time I had a job that was located in tower seven
but on that day I was in Brooklyn or I might have died and gone to heaven
safe in the borough of Kings working at the primary election polls
far away from the events that on New York took such a toll
the nation and the world were shook to their foundations
that anyone would dare to strike at the very heart of our nation
two airliners purposely driven into the World Trade Center Twin Towers
an attack on American soil in the early morning hours
and as I sit in church today on our annual Homecoming day
I reflect on the fact that many will never come home again
mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, co-workers, family and friends
and while I sit in this anointed pew
the awesomeness of the glory of God in me has been renewed
a day to remember as we share the communion of our Lord Christ
a day to also remember a day that forever changed our lives
Conquering Pain
(Through Mental Toughness)
Written: by Miracle Man
10-9-2019
I try not acknowledging that nemesis pain,
I view pain as a temporary irritation.
I won’t surrender, letting it become my bane,
Unless brought on by some ablation.
Any lacerations, I’ve always viewed as minor,
Whether stapled, sutured, glued or such.
Though some have produced a dandy shiner,
I’m not accident prone nor am I a soft touch.
From a seven hour stay in the ER I Just came,
For my eleventh sew, staple job on my head alone.
Each scar tells a story that’s never the same,
My twenty six scars began long before grown.
If hospital administered on an irregular basis,
Pills become my crutch for temporary relief.
I find pain a frame of mind in most cases,
And I avoid the road that might lead to grief.
I’ve seen a lot of days and some have been rough,
And a few of them has brought some scorch.
But if your like a Pit Bull who thinks he’s tough,
You won’t let fear keep you tied to the porch.
The high and the lows, strife and blows
Through high tides, and angry winds,
Hurricanes and tornadoes
Life stalls, uncertainity builds,
fear beckons and faith dissolves
But with the last ounce of hope, i cling to Psalms 46:1
Daunting opposition flanks all directions ,
Laying bare fibres of my imperfections.
Trust turned to ammunition,
piercing the fabric of my unsuspecting fondness.
The multitudes in my corner, merely a façade,
amplifying the solitude buried within.
With a weary soul, defeated mind and bleeding heart, i march on,
Psalms 34:18 engraved on my chest
Time and again, faith holds a higher price, far from what my mind can afford.
The "mustard seed faith", fails to take root in these barren soils of doubts and endless worry.
The spiritual gives in, leaving the battle to the clay that easily breaks.
But in the eleventh hour, 2 Corinthians 4:7-9 becomes my resounding assurance.
Amidst my silence, whispers break through ,
Not of man, but of Him who resides in me.
He walks the path I dare not tread,
He lights the dark I cannot see.
Though fear may take hold and shadows loom,
I rise again, soul trembling but with renewed strength from Deuteronomy 31:8
My daily reminder that He that goeth to-fore has never ceased to care.