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From different times of splender our hearts go out to thee ,
in troubled times when the crow returns to it's stag to pluck and proon  ,  and the mornings dew has cast it's spell ,
as if the shades of the berries in the forest have now  all gone ,
and the grave was never entered ,
the church was never built .

How then if when  the gates were never
shut .
not crushed to death by hungry crowds.
and Tom   to dock yards went so he
could buy some bread ,
to feed his wife and child .
The love they felt when they were fed
on this Christmas morning.
As children played
or begged ,
or stole to feed their swollen bellies ,
in slum streets this day ,
a feast didst lay afore them .
Lamb roasted on a spit ,
Tom's door was now flung open ,
No more hunger ,
No more shackles of rent man ,
poor house years ,
then ****** tears shivering in dark infested boxes .
Yet to this day a child was born  into
this poverty ,
to save ,
amidst wise men and donkey.

Then a crow with eager eye picked a snake did wrestle ,
took it away ,
it's beak it's prey ,
rose  to catch the dawn .

For a bud was formed  
not in autumn  
not on June  ,
did it blossom  
but out of hardship did it lay ,
out of a forgotten tommrow .
To nothing our sorrows are hidden ,
and it’s only in times of sorrow are our hearts entwined with thee .
For in these times the Crow must return to its stag ,
to pluck and proon ,
to pluck and groom .

For only now the fog can lift and her berries can be picked ,
and Toms daughter with bright bouquet can pick in order
to go a roving in the merry forest for a man that day .

What then if the grave was never entered ?
What if the gates were never shut ?

Or crushed to death by hungry  men ?
For Tom brought a wage that day ,
to the baker to buy bread ,
so no more the rent man would bother ,
no more the poor house pay
No more to beg or borrow for in Gods grace his household lay .

For now Christmas Day Tom didst find tinder for to kindle a flame
so his wife and daughter and Tom to go a hunting that Christmas Day .
a stag on spit they carried home ,
to crackling fire and charring coals .

Salvation Army choirs sang that glad morn .
No more children with swollen bellies with nothing on their feet ,
This morning they found play with
Hopscotch in their streets .
Flung open were the doors this day ,
Flung open with food for all .

Gods light in a lowly stable in some backstreet Roman town shone ,
On a little child ,
small yet mighty ,
Gods plan to save them all .

The Crow out of the earth then took his prey ,
for a serpent in the grass did lay .
With ****** beak with one swoop it took ,
to peerless dawn reached for a new day .
Poetic Eagle Apr 2021
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You shoot hurtful words and expect me to  smile

My emotions are not bulletproof
It's okay to say to let people know you what you can't tolerate
Aurora Jul 2015
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I will French kiss your ingrown hairs, your merigold bruises, and the acne you fight wars with every morning.

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 I will caress your cellulite like the waves on the backs of your thighs are the fountain of youth. 

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 I will ****** the folds of your tummy, the stubble underneath your arms, and the stretch marks that you don’t realize make you a ******* tiger, darling.

lV.
 I will fall in love with your flaws, and remind you of your perfections.
 I will kiss you when the boy you love breaks your heart and you just need something on your lips.
 I will hold your hand when you get your nose pierced and again when you regret it the next day.
 I will bring you Mountain Dew and Advil when you can’t get out bed for two days and when your dad tells you to **** it up, I will shut the door in his face and turn up the radio.

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I will yell at boys who hurt you and at girls who think they know you. I will tell the “cool kids” to *******. I will argue with your parents and curse at your exes. I will be known as a ***** as long as you know me as someone you can’t count on.

Vl.
 I will love you when you hate me, when you hate life, when you hate everyone, and when you hate yourself. I will love you when it rains and when the sun beats down on us in June. I will love you when it’s 9:00 pm and we’re eating ice cream on my porch and I will love you when it is 2:30 am and you are gagging with salt in your mouth from crying for what seems like years.

Vll. 
I will always love you.
Aurora Jul 2015
7
Vll.
Wrath- I will dig my fingernails into my palms leaving crescent shaped reminders and I will clench my jaw so hard you'll swear it's gonna shatter and I will scream louder than you did when you broke your wrist because you were trying to fly from the top of the staircase.
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Greed- I'll smash my lips against yours every chance I get, leaving you with a sore tongue and ****** teeth and your mom will start to wonder why you always cover your mouth when you talk about me.
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Sloth/laziness- You're gonna call me eight times in a row because I haven't been at school in a week and you'll  think maybe I just have my phone turned off or I'm sick in the hospital but when you stop by on your way to buy me a "get well" card you'll find me in my room reading Cosmo under a heated blanket.
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Pride- You'll see me in chemistry the next week with a new hairstyle and a short little skirt that must make me clumsy because I keep dropping things and picking them up in front of boys I used kiss in parking lots.
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Lust- Your friends all tell you how lucky you are and your dad gives you a pat on the back and your little brother asks if you accidentally punched me because he heard me screaming so loudly last night and you start to wonder what's wrong with you. Why don't you feel "lucky".
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Envy- You watch me trade out Pizza for water at lunch and every now and then when I glance at other girls waists you'll try and hold my hand and tell me I'm perfect and that I need to eat but I tell you I'm full and someone whispers under their breath "of jealousy".
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Gluttony- I get mad at you every Wednesday when you go to your Honors Society meetings and even though they're only twenty minutes I'll cry in the bathroom just loud enough for everyone to hear and when you ask me afterwords not to cause a scene I'll scream in your face and even though you won't know what I'm saying you'll understand that this isn't what you signed up for and I'll see it in your eyes and I'll leave before you ever get the chance.

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