Long Nativity Poems
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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
10/13/2018
Poetry Contest: Charlieku 4-3-2
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
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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).
Afar from Galilee out of the city of Nazareth traveled Joseph and Mary
Behooving the call of Caesar Augustus’ census decree for the citizenry
Complying did they for the fulfillment of a prophecy held as mystery
David’s City, Bethlehem, headed they for Joseph was of David’s ancestry.
Expectant steward father and obedient chosen mother journeyed together
Faithfully following God’s will, cognizant of His protection and power
Giving themselves to His leading until they were ushered to a manger
“His will be done,” they both expressed for the birth of the Deliverer.
“Immanuel – God with us, His name would truly mean,” Joseph professed
“Jesus should He be called as told by the angel,” Mary confessed
“King of kings” the Son of the highest by whom mankind will be blessed
“Love of God Bearer” He be since He will save those from sin oppressed.
Miraculous indeed! Jesus’ birth brought to the world wonderful changes
Night so dark became a glorious event transcending throughout all ages
Overwhelmed was Bethlehem with divine iridescence as spoken by the sages
“Peace on earth, Hosanna in the highest,” angels heralded upon the ranges.
Quickening hope-rays moved the shepherds into a quivering
Redemption they saw while their vision was illumined by God’s working
“Saviour, Christ the Lord is born,” heard they from hosts of angels singing
Tidings of joy, love, and peace reached them, Messiah’s incarnation testifying.
United in spirit, the shepherds worshiped the new born King with sincerity
Verily their hearts were filled with awe in exalting God’s Son in His humanity
Wrapped in swaddling cloth was he, laid in bed of hay, showing His humility.
Xenial to their guests, the blessed family welcomed the wise men who came
with jubilation
Yearning to magnify His name, they offered presents: gold, frankincense,
myrrh midst adoration
Zestfully grateful to the Almighty for His gift, eternal life of assured and
victorious salvation.
December 18, 2021
Honorable Mention, "Nativity New Poems" Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 1/18/2022.
Twas the Eve of this Christmas,
We were traveling far,
When in the dark sky
I noticed a bright shining star.
I imagined the Manger,
Where Jesus was born,
Were alerted to danger
As the road signs did warn.
The bright star we followed,
Far above in the night
In my mind’s eye saw Shepherds,
And Three Kings giving us light .
Listening to joyful Carols,
Each one we both sung,
As we neared our destination,
Heard church bells being rung.
We noticed a small church,
Standing all on it’s own
A midnight mass in progress,
Singing heard from it’s dome.
We went in and watched,
A nativity in play,
The Christ child was born
It is now Christmas Day.
Competition Entry
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Date 2021/12/30
The weather with its thunder and rain,
change of perception to takes us home again.
By the ecology of magic that remains,
or lifeless desserts that will find its names.
Through misty realms by wasters dreams,
dying trees without carbon in distress it seems.
To regain some sense of ground and gravity,
some ancient diversities is the approach in nativity.
The killing of earth by poisons and number,
politics, bankers and farmers plunder.
Mother of all secret creation to sustain,
convenient ignorance the invisible chain.
When human creation at its dire and best,
seeds containing enduring passion need to manifest.
Allowing true purpose intend to find,
away from actions that keep us blind.
Mother earth love brings true awakening,
forwarding the ultimate reasons of being.
The roots of our ancient truth is deep,
a sacred point of view that we reap.
Cut out the parasitic takers stories,
follow the generosity of spirit glories.
Living creative forces are sacred,
truth by living force well motivated.
I think I heard His voice today,
in the midst of art and poetry.
I think he called me "little heart" -
oh what a joy it is to me!
Not long before, I'd scoff at this,
say my heart's a grand machine -
but next to Him I'm a mustard seed,
so small, and weak, and green.
But I can love. Yes, I can love!
I want to learn and grow.
To develop my potential
till I sleep 'neath dust and snow.
There's no shame in being "little heart",
no shame at needing Him.
Pour your fire into my little heart,
and fill it to the brim!
Father, I'll ne'er live up to you,
as I try to safeguard those I love.
But I'll do what I can with my little heart,
to live like your saints above.
2023-06-01
Written during Adoration at Nativity of Our Lord in Broomfield, CO
Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding!
Oh, how lovely! Those Christmas bells are now ringing!
I wonder what this new season brings,
I wish everyone will have a great fun and joyful singing.
To revere a while with smile on Christmas past,
Revelry and happy caroling were in real blast;
Malls and streets seethed with people for shopping spree
Bringing home delicious foods and lanterns for Christmas tree.
Yuletide past, you wistfully hush!
When orphans and street children felt the spirit of Christmas;
Neighbors and friends gave gifts and generously shared
Whatever they’ve had, in their own ways they lovingly spared.
Victims of catastrophe were graciously revived,
Everything had been rebuilt as love and unity abide;
The great season ecstatically boomed with huge surprise
To celebrate nativity, the birth of Jesus Christ.
Hush! Oh, Christmas past, everyone coos as silver bells ring!
May it be again a season of hope with abundant blessings;
As advent candles are lighted with fervent prayer and thanksgiving,
May we be blessed while we are all preparing.
Dec. 10, 2014 2.38pm
I wish you all an Advance Blessed Christmas Season with lots of love…
I was walking snow covered woods,
in my dream and came upon a fir tree;
and I was struck by the bright glistening branches,
dusted with beautiful new fallen snow;
shimmering in moonlight . . .
with stars shining through those branches,
reminding me of Jesus's journey to Earth;
oh, I will decorate that fir tree in the woods,
'cause could not imagine cutting it down;
so went home for baubles . . .
made of glass, wood and ceramic,
also garland, tinsel and a golden star;
it was a lovely dream of tree decorating,
and in great respect for the nativity;
I placed the star on top . . .
and when I was finished- I stood,
to behold the most beautiful fir tree;
with stars shining through the decorated branches,
and the star up top began to sparkle;
in my Christmas tree dream . . .
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December 7, 2018
Poetry/Verse/My Christmas Tree Dream
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1092-660-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
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(Constanza Poetry Form)
The Nativity
We first hailed the Nativity
To honour birth of the Lord`s Son
During a cold winter season
With a deep sense of piety
When all the world was in delight
At the Messiah`s divine sight,
When stars of creativity
Were shining bright at midst of night
As tokens of His Son`s birthright
And shepherds flocked to to the Mighty
To greet the only son of God
To the full best they could afford
With white wreaths of sincerity
To thank the Lord for the Shepherd
To lead followers to the shed;
We first hailed the Nativity
With a deep sense of piety
When stars of creativity
And shepherds flocked to the Mighty
With white wreaths of sincerity.
December is known for short days and snow,
and for frozen skies over oceans that billow,
in the midst of winter's winds fiercely howling:
God chose the coldest day for Christ's coming!
In some countries, Nativity scenes
are staged alive as in the town of Assisi,
don't skip the arrival of the Magi
riding those camels that bring three gifts!
No night is more festive than Christmas,
listen to kids caroling from door to door,
their love for Jesus is a delight to explore;
greet them with joy, pause your chores!
Everybody must remember that Jesus
was the Redeemer, the Lamb of sacrifice,
Herod hunted this child because of envy,
he wanted to be the king chosen by destiny!
December brings us two wonderful gifts:
one is snow, the other is pure grace;
the Shepherd seeks His stranded sheep,
who lost their way by a steep creek!