Long Magi Poems
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The were the three Magi with mantels and beards, traveling
on strong camels as far as Bethlehem and having
seen a wondrous star, they began their long journey
by bringing precious gifts, but they warned Joseph and Mary
of Herod's malicious intent...so they fled to Egypt
on a donkey that never complain of a sore hip!
They believed in the Savior as Herod himself full of pride,
and being very wise, they never returned
to tell him what kind of child they had found!
They brought their gifts and knelt at a child
whose fate as foretold was to die for us all,
and he gladly accepted them hearing His Father's call!
Not having heard from the Wise Men who had lied to Him,
Herod sent his soldiers to kill all children under three: screams terrorized Bethlehem;
no, they weren't moved by their mother's painful cry
and shedding their innocent blood they revenged that lie!
O mothers of Bethlehem, Jesus knew that they were slaughtered because of Him!
O mothers of Bethlehem, you wept and moaned as they bled as a sacrificial lamb!
They believed in the Savior from what they had read,
and wanted to see for themselves the glorious event that Daniel spoken of:
the brightest star shining over Bethlehem as angels sang,
announcing Christ's birth in a small town groping on a hill of citrus and clove!
Written on December 16, 2012
“Are we under them or not?” they debated,
“Do we owe them explanation?”, they demurred,
Sure of their validation of this baby, they stated,
To Herod that one day it’d be the king conferred.
They knew they were doing something wrong,
To the Christ family and Jesus life which awaited,
Making his work harder by allowing scoffing long,
Specifying him for the Romans to have him fated.
But they believed in sociology as the mechanism,
For difficulties to be worked out through,
And upheld life and society as the atheism,
Which would confront their classism rue.
So revealed to Herod the birth of the child divine,
But kept back his address and how he looked,
So Herod ordered the death of every baby fine,
In order to kill that one infant that he’d booked.
He didn’t like the intelligence of the Zoroastrians,
The magi respected by all as insightful wise men;
Jews were bypassed easily as emotional pedestrians,
But the magi comprehended rational thought, ken.
So the wise men had integrity by respecting authority,
Showed consistency in their task to specify and select;
Were the original intellectuals who had subjectivity,
To both the Israeli people and the government elect.
“Hyacintho Caelum”
salvus me
per poetica
Hyacintho Caelum
advenit
sicut turbo
in pluvia
red life reigns
poetry awakens
opening
gifts again
a gain
Life
mysterious
calls us all forward
metronome time
constantly calling
the call
it never changes
the poets’ Majesty
pleasure through
the wrecking balls
dropping white and
black dogs barking pain
blue sky arrives
through inner worlds
ownership -
their belief in faith
messages
in the crazy minds
all turning keys
treasure notes
delivered
and passed
like naughty kids
in class, romantic
black sheep
waving white flags
and all the recalcitrant
revolutionaries
marching metronomes
marking wild rides
through storms
in search of some
golden purpose
down rabbit holes following
their shining diamonds
tears of mutes imparting
stars shining their way
they seem like magi
searching for some better
more beautiful
destiny
dark night
becomes day, eventually
some not blind, find losers
leading the way
red roses,
sacred hearts
deep, some
bitter and dark
turning inwards
then outwards
now becoming bees
pollinating the blooming
of all the others
lost then found
poets
and their stories
parked, for sedentary
ghosts to read
ignite new sparks
blessed
through soft and harsh
sentences
in the prisons
of their mind
they are now
opening doors
like the Magi
protectively
holding forth
their Frankincense
and Myrrh
wisdom for fools
now wise men
is eventually found
in an unrecognised world
birthing pearls
placed reverently
on electric walls of worship
lights glowing ultra violet
are ignited by something other
to lead the way
Winter watches sky
arriving on clouds
Christmas melts all
like a Summer heatwave
hearts to bloom again
we have read
what others wrote
poems and verses
in their ancient tomes
their scrying books
before us they
were searching
for their purpose
written with love
through joy and pain
gifts and lessons
through
one true word
our destiny
now begins
LOVE
always
wins
awakening
awakenings
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
Christmas, 2021
The Poets
I have now extended this
When astrologers travelled from afar
they were led from the east by a star.
Through King Herod they sought
the infant King at his court
to pay homage with gifts such as myrrh.
King Herod reacting in fury
having asked scribes and priests was sure he
knew just where he'd be found.
So the Magi profound
under the star found the babe securely.
Bowing before him they offered their gifts,
gold frankincense and myrrh as befits
Jesus the suckling King.
Then homeward returning
far away from King Herod's raging fits.
Herod discovering that he'd been deceived
ordered the slaughter of boys to proceed
in Bethlehem town
and the region around,
leaving their parents so deeply bereaved.
But Joseph with Mary to Egypt flew
to keep Jesus safe until they knew
king Herod was dead.
Relieved of their dread
they returned, making prophecies come true.
Matthew 2
Joseph
and Mary
traveled on a
donkey
to give birth
in Bethlehem,
but there
was no room
in the town's inn
In the
silence of
the starry night,
born in
a manger
the dear Savior
Angel
announces
to the shepherds:
"Today
nearby is
born a baby
God's son
the Savior,
Jesus the Lord
Angels
sing: "Glory
to God in the
highest,
peace to His
people on earth.
Shepherds
came to the
stable to pay
homage
to the new
Infant Jesus.
Magi
came adored
offered Him gifts
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“And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God.
“And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name Jesus.
“He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest” (Luke 1:30–32).
Your mother Mary lay you down
in a bed of hay, and that was incredibly humble;
your foster father Joseph made it all possible...
he raised you in his birth town,
to keep you safe from the pagans
who worshiped those gods you called idols!
In a bed of hay, little King, you watched unafraid
that log-tailed star that stopped over the unused manger at the inn...
where the cow and the donkey breathed hard to keep you warm;
and how could the Wise Men have known of your coming,
to take on a long journey and claim you their King,
refusing to return to the almighty Herod the Great?
When the angels appeared above and started to sing
words of peace and good will toward men, and the shepherd boy,
who heard their voices, ran down the hill to fall on his knees...
while the drummer-boy played his drum by the drooping palm tree;
and others came to visit you and offer you their gifts!
The Magi came with gold, incense and myrrh:
the three gifts that revealed the stages of you destiny,
and you accepted them by showing no fear!
In a bed of hay, little King, you invite the blind and the sick,
the persecuted and the poor to get rid of their hopelessness:
to enter into the Kingdom where gracious love is the temple of holiness,
where no one is ever turned away if that soul has faith!
In a bed of hay, we declare you King,and you stare at us:
speaking of Paradise...proclaiming a divine message that God approves!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Through the vast expanse of the sky
In the caliginous night
A lone bright star trailed along
Was it Sirius- the pole star
Navigating the sailors of the sea?
No, it started its journey
From the Heaven’s imperial threshold
And through hindering clouds
Made its way, shining bright
Its lambent rays dancing in glee
Making bright everything under the sky
All starlets of the firmament cowered in shame
And hid in remote corners dark
This celestial light piloted the three wise kings
Who from the East had traveled a long way
To see infant Jesus, with gifts in their hands
Crossing hills and dells, moors and mounts
With the star travelling over their heads
The magi reached Bethlehem
Wherein beheld the Star of stars, the son of God
In the simplest of dwelling, in a stable
In this season when hundreds of stars shine
Here, there and in every house and spire
A humble prayer rises from our hearts
‘Through Life’s weary highway as we pass
Let your light pilot us like a lighthouse
Ere we drown in a wind tossed sea’!
Courtesy the mighty Amazon successful deliverance reported...
Regarding unexpected Gadshill gift
(as if delivered from Magi)
tamper proof wrapped,
thus an obligation goads me
to communicate following
trademarked™ poetically apt
reasonable rhyme capped
with feeble airborne attempt,
no matter arms waved futilely,
madly, and ridiculously flapped
fortunately I eluded being kidnapped
by men in white coats
spellbound and rapt
before arriving at 20965 Young Avenue
Bend, Oregon 97703-8461
without energy being zapped.
The abovementioned transmission to whit
hesitantly, yet immediately, wisely scuttled
cuz analogous to Icarus, a free spirit
ignoring Daedalus warning soaring
too close to the sun
earning stronger epithet than "you nit"
true to adolescent hubris,
the son blithely ignoring
his father as a hypocrite,
but honest to goodness truthfulness
of above line entails
caution and discretion I readily admit.
Just now, I sample
Navitas Organics blueberry
hemp power snack(s)
wondering how many chewy squares
yours truly needs to consume
before me noggin
goes wickety wickety wack,
but... just maybe amply ingested
cubed plant based superfood
could allow, enable and
provide me means to take flight,
whereby off gray carpeted tarmac
goes Matthew Scott Harris.
So best be on the lookout okey doke
for one nondescript buzzfeeding bloke
long haired pencil necked geek fella,
who juiced awoke
and suddenly found himself at Trader Joe's
(with a twenty dollar gift card)
among garden variety generic folk
such as special people spanning Costco calendar,
who sport and trumpet surnames such as
Dunning, Harris, McGeehan no joke,
yet amidst madding crowd there could be
spy versus spy donning dagger and cloak.
anyway hoop fully thee above laughter did evoke,
perhaps e'en yar own literary juices
I didst unwittingly stoke.
(True story)
As nativity plays go, this one was a doozy
with plenty of chances to fail
and even after all the countless rehearsals
it did, on a Biblical scale.
My part, I was Joseph, and Barbara was Mary,
the Jesus doll wrapped in a sheet
three wise men in the wings with tea towels on their heads
plus trainers and pumps on their feet.
The donkey was resting, a little bizarre
since the creature was mounted on wheels
and in the light of the candles it's red plastic handle
just made the scene slightly surreal.
The stable was made from the school's Wendy house
for the play they used just two hinged walls
as the wise men came Joseph leaned back on one arm
and the whole structure started to fall.
The look from the prompt at the front of the stage
signified I was in real deep trouble
as the magi and shepherds all valiantly scrambled
to pull Mary from out of the rubble.
The infant child surfaced though held upside down
from the tangle of thatch straw and rafters
as his messenger Gabriel rolled on the floor
in a fit of hysterical laughter.
The following year I found I was demoted
as teacher didn't want to lose sleep
over what new disaster I'd find myself master
so I took the back row as a sheep.
S hadows of angst cloak my restless dayS
E very time burdens deny my very essencE…
L ifeless, moonglow drowns while I crawL, growL
F reezing on alleys like a neglected waiF.
A lone , palms reach out for heaven’s mannA,
C losing my eyes now…I envision a divine arC;
T inted with light where this soul finds resT
U ntil heaven wafts, “ cherish all that is yoU…”
A flamed epiphany rouses my inner aurA
L earning once more the power of the SelF,
I nfinitely bound, O yes, the child within and I…
Z ealously , these feet begin to tap, to waltZ
A s one dance of love trills a newfound ariA :
T ill all buds unfurl through a wishful hearT
I gniting a pure star, a rare gift from the Magi…
O n such glorious night, I chant HellO, HellO!
N evermore a pale heart, this life is my owN.
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as twilight beckons
my pen etches hard, it's ink
scribbling depth of thoughts...
yet, notes fail against high marks
till one honors this song's flight
~ tanka~
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For Broken Wings
Take The Dagger From My Heart Please, 3 Contest
Posted 11/11/2016 Finalized, Judged 11/13/2016
N/A in Double Acrostic Challenge
Re-posted 11/27/2016