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Premium Member Mary Joseph and the Donkey

Mary Joseph and the Donkey
By Franklin Price
12/23/2105

Mary, Joseph and the donkey, on the way to Bethlehem.
Jesus not yet born, but he was still with them
Warm in Mary's stomach still swaddled in the womb.
Would be crowded in the city, hoped that they could get a room

Finally arriving, they were tired and needed rest.
They tried but found no lodging which put their patience to the test.
The innkeeper announced, to give a room he was not able
But they could have a place to rest in the corner of the stable

There was nothing else to do and no place else to stay
Quickly they must get inside, God was about to have his way
Although the conception holy, the birth came naturally
And there was baby Jesus for all the world to see

They wrapped him up, and moved the cows, and laid him in a manger
Angels watching down on them to keep them out of danger
Little did they know, wise men and kings were on the way
They heard it through the grapevine that Christ was born that day

Shepherds saw them passing by and joined the growing crowd
Arriving at the stable dropped to their knees and bowed
The star that brightly led them there still glowing in the sky
Shining on the king of kings who on the cross must die

For Christ was sent to save us, he was God's only son.
Was sent to live among us, to show he was the one.
If we believe this story's true, that Christ was heaven made
Our everlasting life is free our dues by Christ were paid.
Form: Couplet


Confidence Shines

What's up with all y'all?

I'm awkward and tall

Catch me before I fall

I'm dancing in the Hall of Fame

Shame just came...just came...

Tame me up in God's name

Liar and cheaters aren't tolerated here 

Lick me with your fire and hold me dear

Have no fear; darling, have no fear

Steer the boat away from trouble...

Danger will double...double...

Don't burst my bubble...bubble...

Bubbled up by bubbles...

I'm not dumb - I'm a young teenager right in front of your face

I'm super deeduper smart and fantabulous in vast grace

The future has got me many places...I remember the traces

In a coma 

Add on my stress like a comma...

I pause, then I go

You know, I'm living just foshow

Leave me alone, negativity

I invite you in, positivity 

I need You to make me optimistic 

I don't wanna be so pessimistic 

Sarcasm was rolling off my tongue

You're my other lung

Lunge into me, breath of the Holy Spirit

I have a boyfriend, so quit your ****

You can eat me up bit by bit...

Because I don't throw those 5-year-old fits

Too many times have I covered up for you

You belong with me, darling, it's true

I'm a wild child for a reason

I am as magical as the winter season

Like, seriously, brah, you good in the hood

Because shame on me - I'm misunderstood

My confident stride 

Is due to my bipolar ride

My confidence shines

Paying your fines

Punks and dorks are filling this room with doom

Let me bloom like a butterfly flower...consume

Happiness...resume on with your joy and peace - get a room!

I am growing like a mushroom...

I hear the explosion of excellence - boom!

The writer, the fighter...

Has came back 7-fold

I'm a sensitive guy, so don't go higher...

We are on the same level, my darling devil

I am oh so bold...

Maybe a little too much for my own good

I'm in the arms of a billion angels

In all angles...stripped down by devils

I blush, for you are the one for me

I crushed on you, my blessed baby

Let's live on and die a mighty winner

For, you are a winner, reader

Confidence shines...let's follow the Leader

Premium Member That Green-Eyed Monster

He was right to be suspicious
She was acting suspiciously
So he followed her that morning
To see what he might see

She didn’t go towards her office
She took the road to the ocean shore
And pulled up to a motel where
They had never been before

He watched her get a room key
Then go to a cabin with an ocean view
He was hurting so much inside himself
He didn’t know just what to do

He saw another man knock on the door
Looking tall and younger than him
He loaded the pistol from inside his car
As she let the stranger in

He shot her once aside the head
Him twice in the face
Then turned the pistol upon himself
Making a full mess of the place

The police found a cell phone in her hand
The stranger left a bible on the table
The husband’s cell phone was on the front seat of his car
Displaying 1 voice message on the label

“Hi Honey, I know it’s a month early but … Happy Anniversary.  I got us a terrific little room at this quaint motel down in Seaside and found a nice young preacher who said he would perform a service to reaffirm our vows.  When you get this message, come down and join me.  See you soon … Love you.”
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Grist Mill Inn

When you are rich you can do what you please
Building and naming stuff what you may.
So when Ford decided to build his own church
he named it Martha-Mary chapel one day

In 1923, he purchased 3,000 acres of land
And Longfellow’s Wayside Inn, still in operation today
He built an attractive red school house, and a grist mill too,
Creating a Living History Farm for me and for you.

Located in Sudbury, Massachusetts, this romantic place
Has a water-powered grist mill, with two grinding stones.
And the little red schoolhouse was the site of one of
The esteemed, poetess, Sarah Josepha Hale’s little poems.

You have probably heard of it, “Mary Had a Little Lamb.”
Ford told everybody this, however, I heard it from a goof.
The Pepperidge Farm Logo is a photo of the grist mill.
All you have to do is see that photo, to see the real proof.

Is the Wayside Grist Mill Inn still in operation today?
It certainly is, yes, indeed, a romantic setting too.
Many all-night lodgers have said that a ghost visits the sleeping rooms.
But that’s a little secret between the ghosts, them, me and you.

The history of this place, with Longfellow, and Ford alone.
Some say they’ve heard and seen ghosts there and left little bitty notes
You can pick them out of cracks and crevices, and leave some of your own.
It’s fun to just get a room, and spend the night reading these little antidote.
Form: Rhyme

Confused Walk

Confusing walk

It was the longest street in the world shops on each side
selling salami and cheese depending on the shop, the same product
had a different name proclaiming to be the best.
Today the shops are empty, save for a few dogs, people are tired
of salami and cheese, you can’t fool them with a fancy name hinting
they are Italian made in Livorno; what a fraud! 
In shops, there were cheese parties for mice sitting pretty nibbling
the stray dog and I were not invited; we kept on walking in the hope
of finding a butcher selling hamburger meat and dog bones.
Where the street ended in another country consisting of sheep
clog dancing shepherds, my sister had a hotel, I could get a room
In the basement, but preferred to board a clipper sailing to Japan.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Plight of the Pandas

The panda bear is cute but also shy.
So have you ever stopped to wonder why?

It goes back to that time in history
when all God’s creatures sailed upon the sea!

Old Noah built an Ark, which two by two
each kind of animal was led into.

A pair of pandas got put in the middle
of that boat! But pandas are not little!

The pandas, since they could not move about,
would sometimes bump into some creature’s snout.

Poor Mrs. Panda had no privacy
and felt too flustered when she had to pee!

Poor Mr. Panda, lost his wife’s affection,
and sadly afterwards, lost his ********.

The pandas, once they got off of the Ark,
were somehow able to regain their spark.

They ended up in China, learning to
“get it on again” and eat bamboo!

But now they face extinction once again,
thanks this time to crimes of modern men.

Everything is now against the norm.
Forced together, pandas can’t perform.

Such failure, like it was in Noah’s day,
must just be part of Panda’s DNA.

Let’s hope that we’ll be hearing very soon
the pandas being told to ‘get a room!”


This was originally meant for some Noah's Ark contest
that never got judged. So here it is now for YOU, PD!!
Form: Couplet

Premium Member halloween party memory from 1974

my makeup was fabulously light green, lips ruby red
I fit in well with the theme, witches, warlocks and the undead
the blue I had sprayed in my hair glittered like starlight
when we entered the party, a gang began a quick fight

my witch hat was pointed at an odd funny angle
could I get a dance? Just one maybe wrangle?
I looked at my husband whose nose gave a twitch.
I looked fabulous as a sexy, gorgeous young witch

my husband dressed as Dracula with cape and red tie
he watched me dance with another, we both wondered why
the rest of the night my man spun me around the floor
I had not danced in a while, my legs and heart said we wanted more.

My friend laughed at our exuberance yelled out “get a room!”
I gave her a gentle tap on the head with my yellow straw broom.
the food was delicious, the drinks were cold and refreshing.
my husband’s eyes were on me, I knew he was undressing.

funny to me, since we already had two babies at home.
the next thing I knew, I was picked up by a gnome.
The gnome ran off with me to the ladies room to gab.
she had a lot to tell me, and she wanted to blab.

this was a Halloween party provided by my school.
At our principal’s house, and he was now a fool.
Made silly by drinks, which went straight to his head.
His wife was so embarrassed, she sent him to bed.

teacher friends were dressed as goblins, super heroes, and a ghost.
We all discussed unabashedly the craziness of our elusive host.
He was a shy guy, and would be embarrassed to death about this.
A cobra slithered up to me and tried to speak with a hiss.

Nancy! I was delighted, she was my best pal at school.
She had a lot to confide about our nemesis, Mr. O’Toole.
O’Toole was walking around saying dumb things to everyone.
Speaking with Nancy about him was incredibly fun.


My husband was devouring everything off a huge silver tray.
Tidbits and appetizers in black, orange, yellow, and gray.
two jack-o-lanterns were giving me a clever candle wink.
I felt cute tonight, happy, totally energetic, and in the pink.

we had a sitter that night for the first time since our second baby.
Do you want to go home yet? I stared at my man. “No, yes, maybe.”
With two children at home under the age of two, this was a delight.
A marvelous Halloween party that made me feel happy and right.
Form: Rhyme

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