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Mary and Jo Part 24

Today is the twenty fourth day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry. This though is another brand new chapter.

Mary awoke a looked at the star, it was brightest up in the sky by far. “Gabe said there would be star to say just where we are do you think we are safe here?” Jo told her that God would not let harm come to his son so they need not fear.

“What shall we call him?” Jo asked, “Gabe had told me his name” Mary whispered. “I want to choose his name” said Jo. “Okay” replied Mary, ” what do you want his name to be.” Jo thought the he smiled and replied, ” Jesus, let’s call him Jesus”. Mary smiled a huge smile and happily agreed, knowing that was the child’s chosen name.

“I shall teach him my trade I shall love him he will be my boy, Mary we will show him so much joy.” He will have a childhood just like all other children they both agreed.

The angels looked down and smiled, the knew the right parents had been found. Later that evening Mary began her labor.

Mary and Jo Part 14

Today is the fourteenth day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry

Mares looking into the future

Mares was a resting, sitting in a comfy chair wondering what her life would be like when her child was here. Jo was in the garden talking with Gabriel, that amazing angel had more important news to tell.Will her baby really be the saviour of man, will he have a strange life and die the worst of deaths known to man. All things were frightening all things seemed too much but overriding all these fear she longed for this baby and it’s touch.Annya had just been with her and told her all was well but she needed to rest as her blood pressure was as high as hell. Annya was going out but Irena was around again Mares counted her blessing for this little haven Jo had found.The children had been in earlier they had been singing songs. Mares loved it when they came and made a happy throng. They had told her of the lady down the street who had been busy knitting for the babe she had yet to meet. Mares remembered the lady she had arthritic hands, Mares had wanted to straighten her fingers and help her as the lady was so sweet.

Jo and Gabe talking

Jo and Gabe were outside talking, they had things to discuss. Gabe was telling Jo of Herod and that as soon as Mares had, had the child and was ready they should leave Bethlehem without any fuss. Gabe told Jo that Herod was a bad man without a conscience at all and that to make sure there was no king to usurp him he would slay all children under one,yes he would slay them all.

Then he had some good news about three good and wise men who would visit them soon. They had bought some strange gifts for the baby and they would have news of Herod too. They were clever men and he would like them all three. OH! Yes there would be shepherds they were coming from the pastures above the town they also wanted the baby to see. They were also bringing a gift of some of their sheep . “Sheep !” said Jo, “Sheep , do you mean live ones we can keep?? ”

Gabe looked at Jo, at the shock in his eyes and he said “come on Jo don’t panic now I know it all sounds mad. But you will find along the way that good times are to be had” Jo really was not sure it all seem far too big “come on ” smiled Gabe you are going to nail this gig.

Tuesday Tiredness

Tuesday came too early

Monday hardly went, being to surly.

A whole night of tossing and turning

Heart pounding stomach burning.
Thoughts and fears building up

Over and over until your brain erupts.

Nothing to do but start another day.

If only the fears would go away .

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The Stars Are Falling

The stars are falling from the skies

I have to catch them all

If they hit the earth another hope dies

Help me catch them, they must not fall

The stars are falling from the skies

Turning the horizon many colours

It is so dazzling we are all memorized

All caught up watching for hours on hours.

Stars are falling from the sky

I have to catch them all

Return them from whence they used to fly

Help me please we cannot let them fall.

Stars are falling from the skies

We must catch them all

We must count them so not one dies

We must count them not one must fall

Memories : Nano PoBlano

Day 4 NANO POBLANO Memories a poem

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They wriggle and they giggle and they run and hide

But you know that they are in there, you’re the one who put them inside.

They hint and they suggest, they rub around the edge

You have to keep them active for absence of them turns your mind to veg.

They are beautiful and ugly , huge and very small

They are full of importance and yet they have none at all.

Warm and soft and fluffy , scary , evil and terrifying

Having a birthday party or turbulence while flying.

Having your first baby or your wedding day

But when you have to answer that question you’re lost for what to say.

Dancing with your first love kissing him goodnight

Arguing with your family .. boy that was an almighty fight !

Fighting off depression, facing down your fears

Memories dancing and prancing escaping through your ears.

Your first teddy’s name was Jingles your first job was blast

If you let your memories run it’s like a film with a giant cast!

You need to keep it active you cannot let it rest

For if you do not use it deserts you and that is not for the best.

Watch it very carefully be aware of tricks it will play on you

Remember you must keep it buzzing or it will wonder off ,that’s true.

They wriggle and they giggle and they run and hide

But you know that they are in there, you’re the one who put them inside.

They hint and they suggest, they rub around the edge

You have to keep them active for absence of them turns your mind to veg.

Dreams : A Lyric

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Dreams they ravish us and then they hang us out to dry

Encroaching on the everyday changing our outlook

Lifting us they can inspire,yet they can drag us down until we cry.

Dreams love to write our lives like an endless book.

Dreams keep writing , writing our lives, dragging our secrets across the skies

Catch me I am falling to ground

Put out your loving arms and rescue me .

This dream has me spinning round and round.

The wind is rising save me before I am sent whirling out to sea.

Dreams keep writing , writing our lives, dragging our secrets across the skies

Dreams are enemies dreams dictate our fate

Dreams are our lovers our truth is in them to be found

Save me help me dear one before it is too late

Put out your loving arms and save me before I hit the ground.

Dreams keep writing , writing our lives, dragging our secrets across the skies

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Johnnyojanpera composed a beautiful piece of music , hear it here . He has inspired me to write a poem about dreams in reverse.

Johnny’s beautiful wife Lisa also has a wonderful blog at Underground Energy .

They are a beautiful and talented couple. xxxx ❤

FanFoFeb : Monster under the bed.

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Sitting under the bed watching and judging me

Why do I do this what is the point, is there a reason

My nails scratch my back till it bleeds, it’s for no one else to see

I scratch till I bleed, it helps me cope with what is wrong.

I am worthless I am useless and very stupid.

Go on says the monster, scratch your back or your arms or even your legs

Do it now go on deeper watch the blood flow just make sure the scars are hid!

Rip your pain out, guts and gore, you are worth nothing. No more than the dregs!

I can no longer fight you monster under the bed.

You have worn me down I feel so worthless.

Yes you have won, I am convinced you have entered my head!

I can no longer fight, no longer repel, here I am ready for your viscous caress!

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The Fan

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Such a beauty standing there white flowers in your jet black hair. Starry dreams within your eyes , the kind that make young men’s spirits to rise.

Golden brown skin young and unlined and a smile that could the sun blind.

In you grasp a leaf shaped fan. That fan is the envy of many a young man. There you stand in your dress of green, unaware that you are the most glorious sight that anyone has ever seen.

Gently you glide through life free as a bird for now , not yet anyone’s chattel or wife.