"ebenezer" poems
A foggy night on the streets of London
A man full of bitterness and separation of boundaries
It’s business details being the flow
It’s the life of Ebenezer Scrooge being uncanny in go
Having no respect for life
Doesn’t even want any advice
Scrooge’s business partner Marley who died years ago
Mr. Scrooge’s curtain is a story in being certain
As Ebenezer was asleep
Mr. Marley’s spirit walks in his soul to keep
Mr. Marley awoke Scrooge and caught him by surprise
He wanted Ebenezer to arise
Marley shouted, “Ebenezer Scrooge and open those eyes”
As Scrooge awoke, he couldn’t believe it was Marley that spoke
In fact, he thought it was one big joke
Marley told Ebenezer tail and there would be three Ghost in his prevail
It would be the spirit of the Past, Present and Future
This sounded strange to Scrooge being peculiar
As Scrooge’s sleep went on, the presence of the first ghost being ever so strong
The wind that blow through the house and the voice that brought chills
Yet Ebenezer was trying to have a cast iron will
The spotlight was on Ebenezer being his still
The Ghost was at the house where he belonged
A Ghost of Christmas past of Scrooge’s previous beginnings
Life as it was and leading to the present
The thought on Scrooge’s business partner who died long ago
Scrooge having no care but a future of beware
The future having possibilities of Scrooge’s no more
His life won’t have any remembrance to explore
An open door with no floor
Yet words hidden in the fog you can’t ignore
The Ghost of Scrooge’s future to change his ways
Otherwise a tombstone that will bear his name and what it will say
“A man lays forgotten and dies being rotten”
Suddenly Scrooge felt asleep, asleep asleep
It was Christmas morning, and the sun was shining
Bells were ringing and Scrooge opened his window
A Young boy was passing by
Scrooge was happy with tears in his eye
Scrooge asked the boy, “What day is it”?
It is Christmas Day Sir
Scrooge quickly got dressed and went to Cracket’s house and gave a Christmas gift and Turkey
He marveled at Tiny Tom
Scrooge finally saw the true meaning of Christmas within himself
Those three ghost were not like anybody else
The Christmas bells were ringing and so was the caroling
Scrooge being a man from when and a man with giving on can
Snow starts to fall and it was Christmas with no stall
The Londoner’s say Happy Holidays to all.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
When Mother Teresa
Saw the Leaning Tower Of Pisa
She Knew that Julius Caesar
Would renew her visa.
Eating curried pizza
At a bar called Mitzvah
With ex-scrooge Ebenezer
And the Mona Lisa
All three did concur
That nothing defeats
Or beats her.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC
A Bizarre Czar
You can call me the Grinch,
stealing Christmas was such a cinch.
Went to Whoville, and stole the toys,
crying was all the little girls and boys.
You can call me Ebenezer Scrooge,
my bank account and ***** is very huge.
Bah humbug to all you poor people,
if you only could see the size of my steeple.
I am mean, I am vicious,
unlike you I'm very ambitious.
I'll take your home, I'll take your car,
make your payments or I'll leave a scar.
Some call me the new ******
but I'm stronger and much bigger.
I love to see chaos and destruction,
pretty soon, I wont need an introduction.
I'm a genius, who is insane,
I cause suffering, I cause pain.
All of you, are so far beneath,
too rule the world is my belief.
I rule the north, I rule the south,
don't you dare open your mouth.
I rule the west, I rule the east,
I used to be a catholic priest.
Before I take over this pathetic world,
a thousand pounds I once curled.
Don't you dare give me a reason,
especially during the baseball season.
Before I take everyone as my prisoner,
I need your consent with a signature.
Be prepared to be my slave,
I have become the latest rave.
People follow just like fools,
I take their money and their jewels.
I'm the leader of a new cult,
death to you all will be the result.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
There was a time,
A year into the future,
when we used to frolic and dance in the sand.
Usually, I don't like beaches,
I hate large crowds,
Hate 'em hate 'em
and I will 'till pigs fly.
Sometimes I think I'm not like the others
even though I desperately wish to be.
I'd like to donate my shoe collection
to the Salvation Army, or Goodwill,
for them to be put to better use
instead of sitting unused
surrounded by crumpled tissues and overdue books.
Or I could build a time capsule
to be opened the next century.
Hopefully the future Ebenezer Scrooge
finds the Ghost of Frolicking Past
and actually learns to enjoy beaches.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
(n) Ebenezer
1. Summer-Fall
The hands on the pews beaded in Summer sweat. The whiskey
whispers fall off the praising tongues of the Presbyterian choir
filling the sanctuary and beating at the stain glass windows
that a bird hit last week leaving a crack and when the congregation
saw it’s blooded feathers we said oh, dear and poor soul and then
climbed into our pickups and minivans and forgot and left to eat
a Sunday feast of Mexican food and rest, Sabbath naps are Biblical.
2. Winter-Spring
The robin rotted by November but the frost killed the ground too
soon for the bird to be laid to rest back beneath the protestant grass
and stones that the pastor claims are as powerful and rich of a blessing
as the stones the Jews of old inscribed with scripts wrought deep with
pleas for rescue and wails for salvation and scripted too with reminders
of trials and tribulations because trials end and Christ will reign so we drive
over the bones of robins and grass, tires kicking up our own Ebenezers.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
it's 2.32am and i'm sitting alone in my room cramming advert notes into my brain for the exam barely 12 hours away
i can't remember anything, but it doesn't matter. i'll cram anyway, since it's the only thing i can do now
i've cracked open a fresh can of redbull for this **** and i'll take it one step at a time
the raw panic when i thought about having to remodule was stark and completely gripping just a couple of hours ago
now, i have reached this zen-like calm and i'm not quite sure whether to be worried that i'm being distracted by the thin girls i see on tumblr
my stomach growls. i ignore it. it's far too late to eat. the can of redbull i'm having is already 159.75 calories
159.75 calories too many
i have never been good with numbers, i once scored 0/65 for a math test 2 months before my gce o levels
but for this, i will count
i will count like how ebenezer scrooge did. with great precision and scrutiny
i was never good enough for you. i never will be. but if there's something i can control in my life, i will make it this
less is more,
and i, will always be too much.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
// A que huele un guerrero cuando viene de batalla
huele a victoria, huele a victoria//
Por que Jehová está con él.
// Somos como escudos, tres son los valientes
y con su espiritu venceremos siempre//
A que huele un guerrero cuando viene de la batalla
A que huele un guerrero cuando viene de la batalla
//Huele a victoria, huele a victoria //
// Si con Dios peleas esto sabe a gloria// Sabe gloria
// Esto sabe a gloria, esto sabe a gloria
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
Was Ebenezer Scrooge in Dickens'
Christmas Carol purely fictitious?
No, Scrooges live today,
Equally greedy, cold and ambitious.
They represent Scrooge before
He earned our admiration and saw
That human compassion came only after
His ice-cold heart had begun to thaw.
His transformation showed him his former
Cruel disregard for humanity
And let him see that miserliness
Was nothing but a heartless insanity.
Modern Scrooges fail to see
The light of compassion that brightly outshines them.
Their greed prevents them from seeing the moral
Bankruptcy that clearly defines them.
They couldn't care less about
The hard-working and struggling masses.
Their main concern is that each law
That benefits the wealthy passes.
Some of these Scrooges you will find
Working in Congress, eagerly serving
Wealthy donors who give them money
And feel as though they're more deserving.
Creating laws to make their pockets
Overflow: that's their aim.
To them the parasitical poor
Deserve bitter contempt and blame.
One wonders if these greedy misers
Find it hard to resist the temptation
Of saying, "Then why not let them die
And decrease the surplus population?"
“Aren't there workhouses?” and “Aren't there prisons?”
Are what these Scrooges appear to say.
“Concerns of the poor are not our business;
Why can’t they just go away?”
Ebenezer Scrooge was lucky:
His transformation showed him the light.
Will wealthy Scrooges running this country
Discover compassion and be less tight?
-by Bob B (12-28-17)
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 9:09 AM UTC
I weep for the breakers of things.
I cry for the destroyers
I mourn for the burners,
the crushers,
the warriors;
My heart breaks for the breakers of things.
From some timid landmark of dawn
From some futile cry of a mother in morning
From one tired yelp at the breaking of day
Arising despising the darkness descending
From some sparrows soaring
Where mansions are shining
And we with the warmth of hellfire opining
Weep yonder, we breakers of things.
They bled their red, their lines drawn deep
They poured their pots to wine
They gave the evil lonely sun
some bricks to bake
some backs to burn,
They sizzled, swaddled, and in air remembered
what life means to the withered, breakers of things.
Tarry not longing for some Ebenezer
Tarry not healing and balming the wicked
Tarry not over these dreams of ash
forming cracking among the sickest
secret heros of these verses
Won't weep for you, you breakers of things.
We fly with the fortunate
We jet high on the vastest expanses
a geography of sorrow
charting the grief of the waters
We dive deep down among broken things.
We lament holy breakers of things.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
I would try and describe her,
But the air around me gets colder as my heart moves further away from its purposeful place,
My prelude, oh muse, my dearest darling dancing in my thoughts,
Like Ebenezer’s ghosts she flies with me through places I’ve been,
And shares with me the places I have always wanted to find.
I would try and describe her,
But I only looked on her once,
Of all the time that I allowed,
I stole only one part of one second to fully fill my eyes,
Too narrow of slits to take in all the things I saw in front of them,
Like heat emits from the sun beauty pours from this woman,
Naturally there, overwhelmingly there, endlessly there,
As if beauty swiftly leapt from every cherished thing in this world,
To rest effortlessly within the eyes, the voice, and the smile of this woman,
I would try and describe her,
But description is impossible,
As she belongs in Plato’s cave,
Where perfection is bland and pleasure is boring,
Where merely the thought,
Of another stolen part,
Of another stolen second,
With my emitting sunshine love,
Is painted in rich oils on every surface.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
He was an unknown Ebenezer stone
A stone he was, gloriously still
Cold, dull, ready to be honed
A symbol of help, if not for the lack of will
Others have told him he was useless
Of which he had no answer to reply
Ignorant that he was overly blessed
He lived like he was not God's eternal ally
Until the truth was revealed that he was but a stone
Which lies within the Potter's hand
A brightly shining diamond meant for God's throne
A shimmering gem of hope, he stood grand
This old Ebenezer of Israel and Judea
Discovered paradise out of the denial of a single idea
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
We are living in a dictatorship, a tyrant is at large.
The Aristocrats are clawing on to their wealth and privilage
Ebenezer Scrooge pales in all spectrum
The Peasants awakened in anguish, brews a tempestous whirlwind.
Torches brought to life,
roaring ******* flames of justice
Torture’s a friendly foe,
the time for lamenting has been extinguished.
Directing their stubby fingers, master of guile,
stroking their overgrown stomach
“Leech the Swines!
Bury their bodies, all but their sham crown
Garlands of heads, draped on my wall.”
A source of warmth for the winter’s plight, A trophy
triumphing the seeds of abeyance
Desolating fate is sealed by this stern decree.
Free hand-reading; not requiring an oracle.
“Am I not a benevolent King?”
**** out the roots.
One by one,
**** out the roots of evil.
For the root of all evil is good.
The peasants thin and scrawny.
Hunger, their morning advocate and evening lover-
Lusting to sink their teeth in to Pride.
The Nobel robed in mulberry silk
making love to a ********** pastry, birthed by a coinless *******
Ascended into the abyssal inner circle of Hell
Those armoured with royal blood adorned in leather costumes
-vagrants cannot discriminate-
slaughtered while Mercy slumbers.
**** the aristocrats, for they are selfish!
The abolishment of poverty, the bane of the Monarchical eradication
A diabolical scheme!
Says the soulless estranged with peace.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
Unlike the feted Ebenezer, our intangible visitors
Are not necessarily seasonal in nature,
Nor do they waft into scene
As the result of our direct malfeasance
(Sometimes the case, to be sure,
But more likely they are the stepchildren
Of our omissions rather than our commissions)
Coming among us not through wanton transgressions,
But the upshot of our mortality
And its associated failings,
And as they glide translucently among us
In this season where the darkness comes so early
(Yet the light clutching the western horizon
For an imperceptibly longer time each day)
Their presence may be somewhat more benign
If we are able to undertake the act
Of forgiving ourselves.
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 4:17 PM UTC
Ebenezer is alive and kicking
stamping his brand of misery on my
Christmas tree,
picking the bones of last years lights
ticking the box for boxing day.
I wish the ghost of what is to be and what is to come would pick up a gun and blow him away,but
perhaps the ghost of the present will let that be,because he is the ghost of insanity.
I saw him once played by Lon Chaney or it may have been Charles Hawtrey putting a present under another tree
or maybe it was in the Wizard of Oz
I can't remember because
I'm old now.
Oh Dickens, how you shot me down with your insights into London town
there's a miracle to come on 34th street,BBC One, or so I'm told,personally I don't hold out much hope
so I sit by the radio braiding rope and drinking some dope kind of *****
I suppose it's in the City and the people one knows that the miracles occur,
I sometimes wish I was there
an Ebenezer sticking it to the masses,
the thought passes
time ticks by.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
Ebenezer's got his knees under the table
watching movies on your cable TV,
Scrooge gets it all for free or didn't you know?
And we came down from the trees for this?
Fight for what we get and when we get
we get little or nothing and nothing's about the measure of it,
we're being treated like **** to be shovelled away
while the fat cats play us for fools.
Nothing schools you more than what you want and can't ignore,
I'm thinking the tide is about to be turned
time that we burned down the old order
and
bring in a much fairer system.
I see management wannabe's trying so hard to be pleasing, but they can't have it both ways
pick your sides and make sure that you're sure,
no cure for losers or baldness.
We wish you a merry Christmas get ****** make sure you miss us, we wish you a merry Christmas and see you next year.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
Why do I need a reason to pay for your drink at a drink stand?
Yes, I understand that your name is unknown to me.
Yes I understand that I'm not going to see you in my home tomorrow night.
And yes, I understand that you're not my responsibility.
Why does my wanting of a smile during the autumn months need a catalyst that has been known to me for years before this season?
Why does the rain fall so heavily on the trees and plants that are begging for it's sustenance?
Don't feel bad or guilty that I'm not getting anything out of this transaction.
For you it means nothing, and to me, that's why it means everything.
Don't you understand that your lack of faith is what makes my kindness more worthwhile?
And before you start thinking that I'm doing it for the challenge of making Ebenezer smile near Christmas, I need to tell you that's not the reason.
It's the reward.
You keep shouting about how offended you are by my gesture, and by all means you have that right. I appreciate your standing up for what you believe and hold true. But at the end of the night, I want you to know that I understand how insignificant I (with my useless money) am.
I don't know you, and you probably wouldn't let me anyways.
So here's to being unfriends.
Now we know each other.
"Have a good night."
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
My admonition to my erstwhile business partner,
Delivered in stentorian tones,
Augmented by gnarled, bony finger
And a cacophony of implements of imprisonment,
Was, in truth, primarily theatrical in nature.
Indeed, what leviathan of finance, what learned philosopher,
What nimble-minded barrister or incumbent of a bishopric
Can say precisely at what point
Mankind begins and his commerce ends?
If I was not a wise steward of the currency,
If I did not act in such a manner
To assure a strong and stable rate of return for the honest investor,
Instead letting pound and penny fluctuate
Like waves on the great open Atlantic in a November maelstrom,
Then how many, great and small,
Would be washed away, lemming-like,
By the great tide of fiscal panic?
Perhaps the rationale for my caution to the good Ebenezer
Can be called into question, but none can doubt its effect;
His deeds were lauded, celebrated in story and song,
Although whether that reflected a true change of heart
Or simply the speculative seeking of indulgences
Was never subject to any degree of scrutiny;
Yet I (who, to be fair, played more than a trifling part
In his reclamation and illumination)
Remain fully encumbered
With a hodgepodge of iron and ignominy
For no other reason than a minor disparity in our timing,
That minute degree of light which divides white from gray,
And, as such, I can do no more than ruefully note
How problematic is this business of rehabilitation
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
You came, saw and conquered
I'll tell your story to the world
One of our greatest Ambassador
How did you even survive?
While putting Nigeria on the world map?
This is the story the Ajala, The Globetrotter
Life in itself is a journey
At one time in our soujourn
We have been caught by your bug
I'm sorry if you are of the indomie generation
We all, at some point have cauht it
The Ajalabug, amplied by Chief Commander Ebenezer Obey
Mashood Olabisi Ajala
Rest well with your ancestors
We have not stopped our "Ajala"
That makes you larger than life
Evergreen in our mind and soul
But "Sha", you can pedal for Africa
40 countries, 9 months, 30,000 miles
Give it up to a man of the people
In your soujourn you met principalities and powers
Men and women of timber and iroko
Penned great memoirs first hand
You browsed different inter-continental softwares
And deposited droplets of yourself
And insignia of a world citizen
Then landed "White Witch Doctor" by Fox
All, for the love of Ajala
Did you actually meant to end it
When you mounted that 80 footed mast?
Faraway in God's own country
Or was it just a ruse; "a lamber?"
Thank God you were deported to England
Not to your nation, so rich, so poor
That you may continue your escapades
And your name linger forever
As a man of ink and paper
You inspired my generation
Hence I wanted to appreciate you specially
Your feat, none in this generation has surpassed
Lest they gas out before they start out
You were even imprisoned
In faraway whiteman's land
But it never supressed your zest
Today and forever, "Ajala still travels all over the world"
Wait, aren't we all "Ajala?"
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC