Mary and Jo Day 9

Now Herod is a an angry man he is insecure and so tended to grab what he can.

He owns herod.com and is mean and cruel, working his employee’s until they drop. Wages rarely went up they just got cropped.

He had set up his company in his kingdom, Judia. Yes that is where Mares and Jo had to go. That’s why they were here. Oh! that Herod he would squeeze every one to the max not worrying about anyone as long as they paid the tax.

News had reached him about magi.com’s research into the new star that had travelled towards the west then inexplicably stopped over Bethlehem.

This being in his kingdom was a threat to him. He had invited the three founders members of magi.com to a big corporate bash as he was after information for once he was ready to splash the cash.
No expense was spared he greeted the three visitors as if he was really pleased to see them. The food was excellent and the wine was too and the room was amazing and even had a great view.

After dinner the talk turned to the star and the new software that magi.com where developing along lines stellar. They were happy to share some of their work until he mentioned the fact of the new king’s prophesied birth, when his face took on a nasty look of scorn. Something in his attitude set the three on their guard they politely took their leave. Secretly vowing to keep their results to themselves however hard.

The limo arrived for the three wise men. Herod ask them to visit after they had found the new king and give him the whereabouts so he too could visit him. As the chauffeur whisked them away they all decided to tell that man nothing! NO WAY!

Herod was angry and he sent out spies to all parts of Judia to find the king and bring him the news of his birthplace so he could delete him! There was no room for another to rein and Herod was determined to keep his people,workers and his domain.

An evil thought was growing in King Herod’s head if he had all males under one year old slaughtered then certainly this new upstart would be dead.

Back at the now, happy Hotel Delph, the manager was wondering from whence was coming all this new found wealth.

It was Mares and Jo, people where coming from far and wide for the new kings birth all the room where full and some where camping outside.

Mares and Jo though, where slightly distressed and decided that to leave as soon after the birth as was safe would be best. Gabe has been to see Jo again and told of Herod’s plans for the babes and he made it quite plain.

Somehow without being told no one ever mentioned Mares and Jo’s safe and comfy bolt hole.

This is an excerpt from a version of the the Nativity story, that I wrote all through December 2011. It started here Mary and Jo Part 1

Do you hear them Ruby.

Do you hear the noise Ruby Girl, can you hear the the braying and the snorting and the croaking and crawing? Do you see the leaping and the hopping and the stumbling …becoming louder now a grumbling, now a rumbling?

Can you see the colours Ruby Girl, can you see the feathers and fur swirling and whirling building up to joy?

Can you see the hopping and hoblers and jumpers and leaping tibbly tobblers? Are they calling you?

Is your tail a wiggy wagging Ruby Girl and your legs a jaggling and your mouth a drooping and your heart and head a loop-a-looping.

Do you want to join the this possession this merry band all dancing paw in hand. Making nothing of the miles crossing the land. Hopity, bobopity over streams and meadows.

Do you see the black crow and the white dove Ruby Girl is you your heart full of joy? Tell me, tell me Ruby Girl. Can you feel the love. Come join them Ruby Girl as onwards they trek, Come and join them Ruby Girl. Come and join the Advent Crew.

Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 112, “Cold & Safe,” #SynonymsOnly

This is my entry for Colleen Chesebro‘s, Weekly Tuesday Tanka. The words to use Synonymously are Cold and Safe.

I have used Coleen’s beautiful gif to enhance me Etheree.

The

Winters

Finally

Here, all other

Seasons now are spent

Nature secures her seeds

Deep away from winter’s chill

Her creatures sleep protected too

Whilst winter does her very best to freeze

Mother Nature sole caretaker of all.

RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge 229 Win&Lose

This is brought to you as part of Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Paradise.

Golden beach blue sea

A win setting my soul free

That’s a no lose see.

Viva Mexico.

The moon lingers

Jealously holding on

Wanting to stay

The sun not ready for the day.

The beach is deserted

Not a soul in sight

The sun slowly awakening

Tired from the night.

Slowly the sun climbs in the sky

Revealing a beach to make you sigh.

Yellow and blue are to be seen

Now lit by the sun, all new and pristine.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 24/18

LindaGHill said: ” your prompt for this week’s #SoCs is ‘Digest‘ use it anyway you like. Have fun.

I have done an Acrostic poem .

Digest the facts

Ingest the truth

Get to grips with reality

Eat the facts

Salivation of words help

Taste the truth

Image from Pixabay

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 111, “Celebrate & Number,” #SynonymsOnly

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s the Fairy Whisper’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. I know I am late , sorry.

A toast giving thanks

For surviving the first year

Four Centennials

Image from Pixabay

———–

The photo below is one I took.

Lets

Party

A bunch of

Years truly lived

A good life well used

Many experiences

To honour with happiness

Too vast to count. Bearing witness.

A life full to the brim with good things.

Do not be sad remember it with joy.

Thursday Photo Prompt:#writephoto Hidden.

This is my entry for #writephoto for Sue Vincent‘s prompt.

Who

Knows what

Lies beneath

The calm waters

Of this placid stream

Unseen currents forging

Ahead into the unknown

Belying the calm of above

Just as in life we forge on swan like

Thrashing madly underneath, feigning calm.

RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #228 Future&Hope.

This is my entry for Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Seeing the future

Can we just hold on to hope

Things look very black

Mother Nature has lost hope

This earth can no longer cope.

Memories.

This morning, like last night I find myself in a reflective mood. After a fitful night full of unsettling dreams I sit here in the early dark disturbed by what my dreams have touched on. In an attempt to clear my mind of these niggles I have written a Naani.

Image from Pixabay

Memories.

Memories fill my head

Faces living, faces dead

Some happy some sad

Life is full of good and bad.

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