Long Manger Poems

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Premium Member The Savior Is Born

Oh, Bethlehem you were the den
Whence the Lion of Judah was born
No room in the inn thus born in a pen
With ox and ass for friends
The glory of the Lord shone bright
As the Angels made known that night
Fear not, for we bring you great joy
Wrapped in a manger is Mary’s baby boy
Revealed to mere shepherds in a field
The Lamb of God from David’s seed
Fulfilling what the prophets foretold
The Son of God for man to behold
So, Hark the Harold Angels sang
On that silent night in Bethlehem
And from the East the Magi came
Bearing gifts and praising his name
The Son of Man had arrived
The Savior for all our lives
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member One Night In Bethlehem

It was a busy night in Bethlehem,
Visitors arriving by the score,
Since Caesar had declared a census,
To tax the people more.

A Jewish couple arrived in town,
Searching for a room to stay,
But there was not a single one,
To be had that fateful day.

The woman's name was Mary,
And her child would soon be born.
Her husband's name was Joseph.
They were both so weary and worn.

They were led to an empty stable,
Where their donkey and they could stay.
Then Mary went into labor,
And Joseph began to pray.

The Son of God was born that night,
A manger for His bed.
No pomp or glory was offered Him,
As the world lay slumbering instead.

Angels appeared to shepherds,
Lighting up the sky.
"Glory to God in the highest!"
Messiah, God's Son is nigh.

The shepherds with their sheep in tow,
Set off on their lofty quest,
To find the One of whom the angels sang,
Until then they would not rest.

They found Him lying in a manger,
His mother and Joseph near,
The shepherds knelt and worshiped Him,
The angels' words remaining clear.

This holy child was Jesus,
Sent from heaven above,
Sent to redeem us sinners,
God's greatest gift of love.

1/9/22
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Guiding Light

Led by the bright lone Star of Bethlehem
there knelt, with staff and lambs, a shepherd boy.
His glowing eyes gazed at the sight that then
drew many by this Star that promised joy.

They joined him 'round the holy manger there,
and shepherd boy felt love within him rise.
He knew what he beheld, infant so fair,
God sent to us as our salvation's prize.

The site of baby Jesus touched his soul;
he knew as others did, our Savior came.
For bathe in Heaven's light, angels extolled;
this child, as Son of God, we would proclaim.

His birth in Bethlehem that sacred night
gave shepherd boy, and us, new guiding light.


Sandra M. Haight

~7th Place~
Contest #370
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 12/05/2017
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member German Potato Salad

The grandfather on my mother's side was a cheapskate. 
A real cheapskate.
One Christmas, he gave me a used paperback book.
Something like “Jimmy Plays Baseball.”
It was written for a 7 year old child, and I was considerably older than that.
Still had “5 cents” written in pencil on the first page. 
No foolin'.
Asked he, “You ever read that one?”
Replied I, “No granddad. Can’t say I have. Thank you.”
“Merry Christmas.”

I hated going to visit them.
In the row house in Baltimore city, where my mother grew up.
(‘Balmer.’ ‘Balmer, Merilan.' “How you doin’ hon?”)
Me and my sister sitting on the wood floor in the living room.
Positioned dead eyed to the manger on the mantle.
Given board games to occupy our time.

My father loved talking to him, Leo, Leo Groeninger.
Because he was brilliant.
And he knew everything about everything.
A sedentary encyclopedia on the spectrum.
His second wife sitting dutifully next to him on the couch.
My mother sitting in a chair, the only one left in the living room.
“Maybe you kids would like to play checkers, or Parcheesi.”

But he had one saving grace: 
His German potato salad.
The real thing.
Made with ham fat.
Five pounds of ham fat.
Or bacon, if you didn't have any ham fat.

Damn that stuff was good!

Gift For the Ages

Co-written with Linda-Marie Bariana P.E.P.S. “Sweetheart”

How fitting that One from A town so small
is our soon coming Lord and King.
Worthy is He to be adored by all;
our lives to Him daily we bring.

Born in the crude stables of Bethlehem,
no grand palace for Him in this life.
No temporal rule for Him among men
but His reign brings an end to all strife.

He came as the prophecies so proclaimed,
this One descended of King David’s line.
He is the Name above every name
and shall be throughout and beyond all time.

So precious was that One tiny Babe
as He lay in a manger of straw.
His blessed birth was a life that He gave,
obedient to His Father, fulfilling Heavenly Law.

Adored by three Wise Men who traveled afar,
worshiped by simple shepherds was He,
As guidance was drawn from a bright, shining star
On a memorable and holy Christmas Eve.

While blessings were fashioned from His tiny hand
preparing all hearts to receive,
Salvation extended throughout the land,
to all, who, in Him would believe.

A Child in a manger invited each one
to a celebration of unending joy and peace.
A cherished gift offered from Father to Son, 
humanity’s treasure, never to cease.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Animals Talkings

ANIMALS TALKINGS

In the manger, away word manger
The animals were also worshipping

In the manger, away word in the manger
The animals were also worshipping
They to were praising HIM, JESUS
The cow says moo and he's talking
and he to is praising Jesus, baby Lord
yes my Lord say's the cow
and he to is praising Jesus, baby Lord
The ox huhht noise liken grunts and he's talking
and he to is praising Jesus, baby Lord
yes my Lord say's the ox
and he to is praising Jesus
The donkey hee haw, hee haw he to is talking
and he is praising yes the donkey talking bout Our Lord
and he to is praising Jesus, baby Lord
All the animals gather round with 3 kings 
the mother and father as they all worship the Lord
The sheep says ba ba, as the elephant rows what about the lions
and all the birds
Unlike the days back in Noel
these animals praised and worshipped
So all the animals were talking
All the animals were praising are no born King
And all the animals were sounding off with vocals of your..
Yes my Lord said the Ox
Yes my Lord said the Cow
Yes my Lord said the Elephant, Lion, Sheep and All
Animals Talking
Yes, even they too Praised the Lord

12/21/17

Premium Member Come November

The chill of November nips your nose
as winter winds bring chills
The Autumn leaves swirling to the ground
and my world feels calmly still

A promise of Thanksgiving
invitations from family and friends
Putting away the garden hose now
freezing temperatures soon to begin

Christmas decor already abundant
Salvation Army bells ring through the air
Putting a dollar in the pot
receiving greetings of holiday cheer

My house is cozy and stock for winter
hoping nasty weather will pass us by
Hearing the chorals singing
of our Savior in a manger his lullaby

Come November another year closing
soon the hope of a new year arrives
Let there be peace on earth
my silent prayer we all will strive
Form: Rhyme

JESUS OUR KING

The sky remains silent, the clouds remain still,
The mountains still stand and the seas remain filled.
The saints clothed in white ask the Lord how much longer?
Will your world remain broken and this evil grow stronger?

This babe in the manger came to conquer and save.
How long till you take back this world that you made?
The angels sing Holy, Lord righteous and true
But the only ones that hear them are those who love you.
 
Jesus stands up, with his arms open wide,
He looks to the Father with tears in His eyes.
He asks can we go? can we get them today?
but the father says no Son,  there are still ones to save.
 
But we will go soon, and do what you came to do.
we will gather our children, and make this world new.
the trumpet will sound, and Our people will rise.
And oh what a reunion there will be in the sky’s.
 
The sky will turn dark and the mountains will crumble,
the seas will spill over and the heavens will rumble,
oh hallelujah the angels will sing,
that babe in the manger is our conquering King
Form: Rhyme

Techniques

Themed based
takes the place
of sponsorship strategies
a consortium of things
that angles on the
possibilities
Wrong choices
selfish motives
and disobedience
are key points to began
instruction
each theme focuses on
person  " Anyone"
who needs instruction
but does know
the right terminology to
illustrate what he or she needs

Thematism and Sponsorage
teaches terminology with
word usage and definitions
to separate
the confusion
of spoken words
in play or in day to day
communication.
We will take time
to find each genre were each
term is usaed and
define it's purpose.
Using the right word in
the right pretext
illustrates one's professionalism.
Incontext studies
will separate each term to use
words in the jargon and field
where it is surpassed to be.

For example Prise Mandel
is smart. But a person on his job
doesn't like him.
Instead of auguring with him
or fighting him
he uses his position as manger
to get Brice into trouble.
He put's Brice in charge of
management while he is on vacation.
He tells Brice that he is to
reopen the restaurant after hours
and asks Brice to
clean the grills and stoves before
inspection.
He tell Brice to write
the chore list under
the title " duty of the Flurrers".
Flurrer is a **** term. When 
the District manager came
to review the books she see's
Brices entry in the Chore Ledger
under Duties of the Furriers:
and she instantly fires Brice for
 being unprofessional. Brice has
now been seen as a joker, someone
unprofessional. And he doesn't
ed and worked
to achieve.
Form: Bio

Premium Member Where is Jesus Manger

Gingerbread jingle woods, livens up our jolly elf.
Cartoon magic Christmas, books falling off of a shelf.
We are running into Santa’s path; he has to veer away.
Glad to say he missed us with the runners of his sleigh.

A gift for Serendipity, a gift for Mr. Vee and Mrs. Lee.
Candy canes all over even on the Christmas tree
Rudolph missed the deadline; he had to stay behind
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, will do the job just fine.

Where is Jesus’ manger? His little crib of wood.
Are the wisemen coming? We never said they could.
Silver bells are glistening, we have a noisy roof.
Let’s get up and see the prints, then we have the proof.
Form: Rhyme

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