Jesus; he is Christ and he’s what Christmas is about
Jests and silly little jokes, some atheists will tout
Tests on shrouds would later prove a little inconclusive.
Tents would be too public for an imminent exclusive
Rents agreed for stabling when the virgin birth was due
Rants from Joseph, “Who’s this man who laid his hands on you?”
Mants inflict the Scot as statue’s eyes in blood do run
Manta rays glide ’neath the waves, where all life had begun
Santa, flies the skies above till Christmas Eve is done
[Mants = Stammers (primarily Scots)]
Categories:
stabling, christmas, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
I was preceding to the podium to begin my chirp,
The old man there gives out a burp
After tasting his soup with a slurp.
He asked, “Who’s that little twerp?”
For me that was a usurp.
I took a deep breathe...
Remembered of the Greek Lethe
Which made me start with seethe
I was all set to unsheathe,
Ignoring my chattering teeth.
My voice was fumbling
And I was grumbling
Thoughts were jumbling
Instead of stabling,
I was stumbling..
Eventually my dreams were crumbling....
I took control over the dire
In order to set the stage on fire
Because I was on the spire
There was only a thin wire
Between me and my choir
I crooned for the people to Admire
And my hopes to ASPIRE.
Categories:
stabling, adventure, age, angel, art,
Form: Rhyme
Night Rider
I was riding around a pan- handle flat landscape
and as far as I could see it had millions of coffins, some expensive
others looked home-made.
The sun was forever going down but threw rays on white clouds
making them pink as a ballet dress on a girl painted by Edgar Degas
the ground was covered with sheets of black plastic which undulated
slightly in the mild zephyr.
The horse’s hoofs made holes in the plastic and up sprung bushes
that for long had been living in darkness; they were pale now but
would soon be greening by the setting sun.
I came to a small town where houses had false facades to make
them look imposing walked into a bar were Hollywood actors
was shooting each other take after take.
I found a bath-house after stabling my horse and in the tub
dreamt of crisscrossing this landscape of death till it became
green again hiding the coffins, perhaps then the night would
be full of stars and the sun that arose from the east
Categories:
stabling, cool, corruption, crazy, creation,
Form: Blank verse