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Sia Harms Dec 2024
My life raised her hand to her forehead,
Gasped daintily, and fell backward,
Expecting someone to catch her.
She didn’t remember falling.
Her memory was patchy.
How had she ended
Up on the floor?
It was only
When she went
To stand up, when
She didn’t expect human
Hands to help her to her feet,
And reached for a loving, golden
Spirit, that her bones stopped aching,
And her heart suddenly forgot why it fell.
Alvian Eleven Dec 2024
Pluto is all about rebirth.
Same as Jesus who will be born again.
In the middle of the rubble.
And pool of blood mixed with body fragments.

This rebirth will be very painful.
It's will be a blood stained Christmas.
a Christmas covered in blood and the smell of gunpowder.
But what must be rebirth will still be born.

Teng !... teng !... teng !... teng !...
The bell rang loudly amidst the sound of bombardment explosions.
Bluaar !!... bluaar !!.... bluaar !!... bluaar !!...
But the holy angels still came down to bless the rebirth.

Merry christmas Palestine !... merry christmas Palestine !...
You are Jesus , you are born again.
You are purified and refreshed by the water.
Spilled from the vessel of the goddess Aquarius.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven
Steve Page Dec 2024
Christmas is a construct
We've been listening to lies
There's no reindeer in the stable
Santa wasn't any Magi

Jesus got no Christmas stocking
He had nothing to unwrap
The Kings, they turned up later
And that manger was cold and damp

Christmas is a construct
There was no snowy frost
Joseph wasn't draping tinsel
He wasn't rushing up the shops

And Jesus wasn't quiet
He kept them all awake
Like any other baby
He didn't sleep til daybreak

There were no holly berries
No mistletoe or ivy
No pine tree in the corner
At that first nativity

But that sudden choir of angels.
The promised ****** birth
Yes, all that really happened
God did send peace on earth

There's much we have constructed
Even more that we've left out
But Christ remains in Christmas
That's what it's all about

God coming as a child
God reaching down with favour
God with us. Yes: Immanuel
Our promised Christmas Saviour.
The first line came from a friend when she realised Jesus wasn't born on 25 December.   Shocker!
Kemi Dec 2024
Shall we dance a never-ending dance?
I don't want our dance to be a ballet dance spinning and losing the opportunity to lose myself in your eyes.
I don't want to modernise our dance and forget for a second that your presence is the only place I want to be.
I don't want to be hip or hop, letting go of your hands
I don't want to tap around you; the noise is killing me. Can I just dwell in your heartbeat, waiting for your words?
I don't want to quicken my step only to lose trust in you
The only chacha I want to be saying to you when I am addressing you in the Hindi language for it breaks my heart to turn my back on you for a millisecond
Yet sometimes I forget that you do not look at the outer appearance or shall ****** you like a Salsa dancer with her lover, but you are too graceful, full of wisdom, and then I think of beautiful, you come to mind.
The dance is about us, so Lord, I am listening to what dance you would like to dance with your bride.
What are the things that
a Loving God would do?
He will protect, He will direct, and
He will see you through,
He is Alpha and Omega,
the Beginning and the end,
He is on your side and
He is Truly a Dear Friend,
He Loves and He Cares for you,
If you get what I mean,
so, why don't you Accept Him
and Join the Winning Team,
God is the Father in the Heavens up above,
With Jesus on the Right side,
his only begotten son.
Jesus gave His Life to pay for our Sins,
So, join this Winning Team
Cos in the end, We will Win!!!!
God is the father and Jesus is the son,
the Holy Spirit makes the Trinity,
as the God head as One!!!
MY GOD IS POWERFUL!!
HE WILL MAKE A WAY,
SO, WHY DON'T YOU SERVE HIM, AND ACCEPT HIM TODAY!!!


B.R.
11/29/2024
Steve Page Nov 2024
Before Christmas
there was Christ.

Before the sleigh.
Before the conifers.
Before candles.
Before the paper decor.
Before Christmas became
about lesser gifts.
Before basted turkeys
and Santa myths.
There was Christ.

Before he became the suffix
to the festive.
Before he became less Christ
and more Chris.
Before we suppressed his divinity
and took away his dignity.
Before we replaced him
with a capital merry Me.
There was Christ.

Before Christmas, Christ gifted himself
and took the part that was key
to making a mercy path back
(by way of a much starker tree)
to His eternal city.
Where the crowns aren’t paper.
Where the feast lasts longer.
Where Christ is rightfully King.
That’s where the true party will begin.
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You left Your Throne for me,

Yet never lost Your sacred essence.

You came with purpose, burning bright —

To rescue me, to bring me light.

You are the Most High, the Messiah,

All power beneath Your sovereign feet.

No force, no darkness, no hellish scheme —
Nothing can sever what’s ours to keep.

The Cross is more than wood and nails,

It’s where You bled for all my sins.

You, Heaven’s Beloved, pure and true,

Yet still You chose to die for me too.

How unfathomable Your love is,

It floods my soul, a boundless sea.

I tremble, awestruck, in Your grace,

For You have made a way for me.

My love for You, I claim again,

And lay it at Your feet.

My days are far too few, I know,

Yet You promise me eternity
Odd Odyssey Poet Nov 2024
Steal a whisper from the breeze – wipe your shoes at the threshold
of Father Time; the embrace of Mother Nature bosoms over my gaze,
nourishing me with the vivid picture of life yearning for sustenance.
As a wailing child, wrap me in the blanket of my dreams; my sheets
stained with yellow – don’t label me as yellow, for I despise
being ******.

Capture a flair in a brushstroke – the delicate arch of an eyebrow,
lifted at the sight of the Cross; “I still ponder how,” they criticized the
woman who dried His feet with her hair – she must have been bold.
Now, resting at the foot of the Cross; I must be wise to take down
those footnotes.

Lend a smile from a tear – grinning through the pain, the ache of
existence is merely this relentless cycle within the machinery of time.
A lavish timepiece; cherish all that you have at hand; and arm your resolve to fulfil His Will.
GENIE Nov 2024
Good morning
Ways open for us
Doors open for us
Mountains melt before us
Rivers part ways
Storms hold no sways
Why?
cos we're children of the most high
Above whom there is no one else
We're not afraid of the storms
Because we have the prince of peace in the boat
We just worry the boat won't hold if he doesn't wake up soon
But then, he can make us and all that's ours walk upon the waters,
Ride the storms as we would ride our boats
He owns the storm, he'll teach us to pilot it,
He'll give us a ship for the boat we lost
Make the hurricane the vessel that takes us to where we need to be
Anyways, it's win-win for us
Cos we have JESUS
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