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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CHOICE I didn't make

It is said With no meaning absurd The toad is the best To tell the real feel of water And not by a finger test. We hear the quotation, Your life is in your own hand My infidel interpretation Is, can life be fetched like sand? Some are born of spirits Others by woman Many as offsprings Only one by a virgin I fell in the peasant's farmhouse To a woman who never wore blouse Had friends whose hair birthed lice And siblings who survived on lies Those on the other side Thought a river was like poolside And had TV to view "by the fireside" To them, life began at twenty While mine was waiting till forty. Weeding, pruning and thinning out Consoling myself that time won't run out Producing the golden tree That the lucky kid calls chocolate. Since age three I knew I was getting late But whose choice is it Being unworthy or dear To be born with silver wear Or be birthed a misfit Had we, those in my shoe We the unlucky ones Without any choice, not once Come across...

DREAMSCAPE

An experience of a walking life; Or thoughts of the day in motion at night, Flowing peacefully in spirit like a kite. Awaiting an Estimated Time of Arrival, In your heart’s own built terminal. You woke up from the thunderous snore, Just to realize you were in a slumber. But you vividly remember; The realities you did encounter, And how beautiful it was that you saw. So you shared your story in the morning, While you were still yawning. Yes you shared; With people of like-mindedness. And boom! you are a hit; A one time wander, Now a lifetime wonder, With whom everyone wants to sit, But your dreams, don’t let them plunder. You are now a champion, So go ahead my companion. Go ahead with that plan; Store as many as you can, If it can’t be frozen, just get it canned.

CHRISTMAS EVE

As though eve sounds like a name, Let’s dive deeper into her aim. Because, once upon a time in Eden, This same name was a mention. Days, weeks and months may pass, And once a lad meets a lass, He calls her to be his. Especially if she’s still a miss. She may agree with a kiss, Or sometimes with a cunning hiss… Saying, “I’ll think about it” If you hear her say this, Then boy, she deems you fit. Here comes your Eve: Not that regular girl… Who takes no for an answer, Nor accepting anything meager. Eve sees you as her sponsor, Her onetime companion. She trust to rest on your shoulder, And you dare not avoid her opinion. So take note of her anniversaries, As she jealously fight your adversaries. She expects you to sacrifice your anger, Even if she’s wrong, give her a pamper. Spoiling her with gifts and roses, As if life is all but rosy.

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