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.

image from Pixabay

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.

Image from Pixabay

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

Image from Pixabay

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.

all images from Pixabay

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 .

Image here

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.

 

Falling Stars

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

 

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

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

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.

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

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.

 

 

 

A few years on some of your sparkle gone, you have had to learn a new song.

Invisible ties hold you down your wings have been clipped and you are tethered to the ground.

Your sparkling eyes are now cast down, yet you still look stunning in your golden gown.

Your lustrous hair still your crowning glory your eyes more than your lips tell your story.

No longer the leaf shaped fan of your youth you carry now the woman’s fan of truth.

 

This poem was inspired by the work of  CongQuocHa

you can find more of his work on his blog http://congquocha.wordpress.com/gallery-4/#comment-267

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