Mary and Jo. Part27.

This is part twenty seven of my reworking of the Nativity. From an idea I first wrote in December 2011.

Where are those three wise men, I hear you say where are magi.com are they not coming to pray? They have been busy checking their star charts to see what they say.

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They must arrive in January, on the fifth day. Now as it happens that is a good thing you see, for they have hiding from Herod. They need to keep their movements hidden from him, to save the baby.

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Now don’t you forget them because you will see they will arrive safe on the day pre decreed! They will bring their presents fit for a new king. The the new order of life can begin.

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Mary and Jo Part 25

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

Irena got there first a huge smile on her face, she was so happy to be doing her real job, even if it was in a strange place. She could not believe the sight that met her eyes, there was a cat and a dog and the lady from up the way and doves covered the skies.
Well she thought we can’t move her now she will have to give birth here in the gazebo! It felt so good to be wearing her blues again, Jo was flapping quietly rubbing Mares’ back pretending he was in control…. but that was all in vain!


Annya arrived she almost hurdling the bushes, how are things going she asked Irena, who smiled replied you have made it in time for the pushes. So between the four of them a little babe was born. It was strange it took all night but some how it did not not seem long
Mares seemed so calm , in fact she was serene, Annya was amazed and told Irena for a “first time mum” she was the calmest she’d ever seen. There seemed to be so many people there,angels people later said, with golden flowing hair and bright rings around their heads.
The pets from up the road and the lady too, and some shepherds arrived with their sheep they all wanted to be there too. It all seemed so surreal Oh! was it a dream.Here in the gazebo with doves and sheep and things!! The star above the hotel began to burn so bright it turned the scented garden and gazebo into a haven of light.


And so the babe is born. This the first day of the new dawn. This child has come to lead the way to take us to a better day.
The shepherds brought their sheep as gifts to the young king and his parents in love to keep. Josh has bought his friendship band he placed it in the baby’s hand. The children offered up the paper chains they had made with Mares and she in turn has kissed them all and blew away their cares.
On their way towards the hotel Delph in a limousine our three wise men are approaching fast they want to warn Jo again and fast.
But for now all is light and all is love as the star shines down from heaven above, born for us this day our saviour to wash our sins away.

Mary and Jo Part 21

Today is the twenty first 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 is also a new chapter.

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The angles were excited about the imminent birth. There were emails were aflying and heaven was full of myrth. The Archangels were busy as Gabriel was away, that he didn’t pull his weight was something they could never say.

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The holy father and the holy ghost were exhausted trying to contain the twittering and pinging among the heavenly host.

The holy instagram was buzzing fit to burst because let’s face it this new born would really be a first.

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Even satan took an interest though he tried hard not to show it. Although he was egging Herod on he kinda wished he’d blow it.

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God was secretly excited as he watched and waited. Though in his heart he grieved for how his son was fated.

But let’s get back to happy thoughts the baby is near due and he will be a saviour for me and you.

Mary and Jo Part 18

Today is the eighteenth 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

Do you hear the noise Booty 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 then a huge rumbling?

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Can you see the colours Booty girl can you see the feathers and fur swirling and whirling building up to joy? Can you see the hopping and hobblers and jumpers and leaping tibbly tobblers? Are they calling you.

Is your tail a wagging Booty 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.

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Making nothing of the miles crossing the land. Hopity, bobopity over streams and meadows.

Do you see the black crow and the white dove Booty girl is you your heart full of joy tell me, tell me Booty girl can you feel the love. Come join them Booty girl onwards as they trek ahoy! Come and join them Booty girl. Come and join the the trail to the Delph.

Onwards all to honour the baby.

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Mary and Jo Part 17

Today is the seventeenth 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

The children of the staff, of Hotel Delph were happily helping Mares make a paper chains, they asked her to tell them about her angel again. She smiled and told them they all had a guardian angels of their own who watched over them and kept them safe when they were out and when they were at home.

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The Children loved this idea they all started searching around. Where are all the angels, there are none here? Mares smiled and said you can not see them but have no fear they are always with you they are always here .

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Irena and Annya had both got out their medical books they both sat in the staffroom books open on obstetrics, taking a look. They were both ready for almost anything and prayed to God above to let it go with a swing. The others all felt the buzz something was in the air they all wanted to help and were elated to feel that they really did care.

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The lady up the road was sitting in her room still singing happily she was sewing the jacket up it would be on the baby soon. Her cat was playing with the dog next door sitting together on the floor. She smiled at them thinking that if you did not know better it looked as if they were talking, as if they were in the know.

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There was something in the air, expectancy was everywhere. As the children were tucked into their beds the words of Mares gently echoed in their heads. It certainly made for happy dreams because for the children Mares had only said so much and covered that in sugar and cream.
As for the future, she foresaw, she told herself look no more the child is not yet born, no point to worry on what is to come no point to sorrow and mourn.

Mary and Jo part16

Today is the sixteenth 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

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“I have an idea” said Balthazar “I think we should wear our national robes to show honour to a new king I have mine with me do you two need to go shopping”.
The other two men smiled and produced the robes they’d brought, they had all had but one thought.

The shepherds on the way down from the pastures to the town discussed whether the sheep would be a good idea for the parent’s of the new king to keep. We must take them though our intentions we need to show.
Sitting quietly in the back was Josh a nephew who was out with the shepherds the night the angels came. He will never forget the light, the voices or the beauty, he will never be the same again.
Scouring his mind Josh wanted to find a gift but he had none, then in his pocket something slipped into his hand he did not know at first but his search was done. A friendship bracelet his friend had given him, as he had left to go and fight a war. This bracelet had protected him and now it would carry the protection over to the new king

a gift fit for a king

Sitting back and feeling good he was happy to pass his good luck on to the new child who was to be the One. Easier now in his head he relaxed and closed his eyes and relived last night. The angel and how was lit the countryside. He felt angel wings touch his face and felt his soul fill with grace.

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Ruby’s Snow Song 💜

Silently the the white stuff fell

It called to me, it did compel.

All night the quiet, white spread

As I lay snoozing in my bed.

Finally I could wait no more

I got my humans up for sure.

Out into the snow white yonder

The landscape fill my head with wonder.

Off across the field I scurried

All around the white stuff flurried.

I danced and pranced all around

My ball with me new youth I found.

Playing about just like a puppy

Then home for breakfast, I am so lucky.

Lune day 12

At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.

Blue skies puffy clouds

Ruby, me

My heart sings out loud

Valentine’s Day.

Two Valentine Poems from different ends of the spectrum. The first one I wrote in 2013 the second I wrote last year.

Valentine Day.

Beautiful Roses their message plain,

They were oh! so lovely when they came.

Chocolates and champagne too

A handsome way to say “I love you”

Sadly handsome is as handsome does

And no one wants to make a fuss.

But the message seems to fade away

As tempers rise and peace forgets to stay.

The chocolates fly across the room and hit the wall,

The vase smashed, the flowers scattered as they fall.

No good to offer soothing words

The shouting’s all that’s heard.

The neighbours turn a deaf ear , “That poor woman must live in fear” .

Only half the tale is known

The neighbours have no idea of what’s happening in this home.

Things get worse she grabs a knife

She’ll put an end to all this strife.

She cuts him once she cuts him twice …

“You need to learn to be be more nice”

She whispers with a smile.

He stands there shaking and bleeding all the while.

The police have been called more than once

But she always manages to repel their response.

The truth is, they would not believe

This poor sweet woman is not the one aggrieved.

She carries no marks or bruises None at all for she is the one who abuses.

Her husband is a patient man Who tries to please his wife the best he can .

But she cannot be appeased Nothing he can do makes her pleased.

She swears she loves him she swears it will change

But week after week it is the same.

He will do or say something wrong

And her patience will be gone.

He has tried to leave her tried to go

But she begs and weeps and carries on.

She promised she would get help.

He cannot see any way out

He cowers in the corner as she shouts.

The knife is lying on the floor within his reach ………

Then comes the usual banging at the door.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜🌹🌹

Acrostic: Be my Valentine

Breathtakingly needing

Eros’s arrow pricks

💜💜💜💜

Mixing love potions at this time

You must, you must be mine.

💜💜💜💜

Value added roses and chocolates

All add up to to special dates.

Love encounters special things

Enchanted, petals hearts and fairy rings.

Never knowingly under sold

Treats and treasures gently unfold.

Intimate touches and arousing kisses

Naked passion erupts exploding wishes

Ending orgasmic joy.

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

I do hope everyone had a happy Valentine’s Day. 💜💜

Three Days, Three Quotes Challenge

Thank  you  to Sue  Vincent   for  sending me  the  The Three Days , Quotes Challenge

I have  done  this  challenge  before  and  am happy  to  do it  again.

I would  like  to ask Ritu  , Helen Espinosa, and Jean at Social Bridges   if  they  would join in  if  they  would  choose  to.

 

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“We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.

Buddha

Rules of the challenge:

  1. Three quotes over three days.
  2. Three nominees each day (no repetition).
  3. Thank the person who nominated you.
  4. Inform the nominees.

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