SO THIS IS CHRISTMAS?

So this is Christmas?

A holy occasion, though not a must.

Yet esteemed as much.

One's whole life story,

Is limited to just a week of merry.

Amongst the lot, it was Mary,

With a week more to Marry.

A virgin's wildest moments of fame.

A little feminine made of clay.

Whose story was dubbed insane.

After losing her pride to the unseen.

Wouldn't you rather say to Jesus?

A godly spermicide.

By a spirit-filled orgasm,

Opened up her womb to lay inside.

That which was preserved aside.

Were you to be her spouse,

Joseph, who never saw her blouse,

Yet had to live in doubt,

Over her unknown sex mate,

Until that dream he couldn't interpret.

The story used the word "espoused"

Others say she was betrothed.

Modern day dating or courtship.

Yet nakedness was unexposed.

Kept by their bond of friendship.

And here we are hallucinating.

Eating, dancing and singing.

So today I ask in rhetoric?

Is she able to close her legs?

Is he willing to wait for her?

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YOUR own PEN

Something mostly divine, Sometimes, it's ours to define. Unlike the plant called Vine, Destiny seldom has pine. And it is our duty to prune and refine. From the feet till we see the spine. It may be a good omen, To which we shout Amen. It might have a fault to mend or dirt to filter, Which might make us think that God did falter. But we can write our own destiny. Yes, we always do. Remember that road you used to the mill, The particular person you talked to, Has it not been your own will? When you wanted to learn, Even when in prayer you did yearn, You took that training seriously, And you passed out successfully, That was your own destiny. That was your pen on paper. When you write, no one can alter. I am the secretary of the God you don't know. Now wait while I print yours out to show. Written down by you as white as snow.

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Should little drops of water a lone be said to make up the ocean While rivers and rain help fill it to brim? When a man complains of hunger, Should he wait till a cropping season While he expects his wife to feed him? Would anyone sit on hot balls Without protection for his own balls? Hot rolled corn balls, Cooked and sold outside the mall Even though today's profit may stall, Vendor hopes to one day stand tall. And what sayeth the founders of wisdom When we ask for a life so wholesome? Patience is key they claim Followed by no pain no gain! But there's a feminine soul Who stood on one sole Slept late, awoke early Empties her bowl Just to fill her children's belly Twisting and turning Forgetting she's burning Farming without earning All her efforts keep churning Yet what is her reward? A gloom by her so called steward. A rich man can cheat A woman does so and she is cheap Go to the street Ask the women you meet How they made daily meat Just because of a gentleman's...

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