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A christmas thought (Free verse) by keatsImnot You can feel it now, it's in the air
Christmas time is drawing near.
A time to sing a shout for joy.
In Bethlehem was born a boy.
A child to change our life, our way.
O let's rejoice that happy day.
But now the reasons long been lost.
At Christmas time we count the cost.
We stuff ourselves with food and drink.
Of Jesue Christ will little think.
Around our World so far from thought.
The children starve their lives so short.
So remember please on Christmas day.
A thought for those so far away.
You'll fill your glass, shut off your mind.
It's Christmas time, God bless mankind!
Up the ladder:
Dark Lady
Down the ladder:
For settle
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Posted: December 18, 2002 3:28 AM PST; Last modified: December 18, 2002 3:28 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.111111 Overall Rank: 6017 Comments:
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Ranger @ 212.219.142.161
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18-Dec-02/5:41 AM
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I'm confused. Is this a religious preacher poem, a third world preacher poem or a can't-be-arsed poem? Not bad, anyway.
I like the tempo and the mood; the insertion of provocative insight is nice, also.-8
a nice poem to read to your family. maybe you could make a christmas special, charlie brown...
Nice twist of the knife there!
"Of Jesue Christ will little think" this is my feel good sentence of the week lol, and for that you my friend get the kale GUN on full automatic!calcium rich greeness, all for you, and later if your lucky i'll let you scrub my hoof. change air to dirt, christmas to labor day, and bethlem to bangcock to really get the gelt of it. " You can feel it now, it's in the dirt Labour Day is drawing near. A time to sing a shout for joy. In Bangcock was born a boy." You're right! I like it better now!
jesus you're right. that is disturbing, but not as disturbing as getting nude right now with johoba oil...lubing down proper, and snorting some tinsel.
Great job censoring your comments! Afterall, it is far better to delete the truth than to face up to it.
"On that day many will say to Me, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in Your Name, and cast out demons in Your Name, and do many mighty works in Your Name?' And then will I declare to them, 'I never knew you; depart from Me, you evildoers.'" - Jesu
Depart from Me, you evildoers, by Jesu the 2nd.
An story that is not an poeme complete with prawne sketches and diagrams you could have powder packets and formulas for enbrowning liquids..the pieces could be shoe horns, beaks, and hoofs...it could be a board game action figure spin off book toy combinations complete with floating pirate ships and aids in a break in case of emergency vial...no wait..I KNOW AIDS PILLS jesus christ this could be huge shhh.
It was a mistake deleting your comments, I wished to reply to you but alas pressed the cross. This poem is somewhat immature, but I was twelve when I wrote it. I appreciate your comments, and as you probably understand from a comment I addded to one of your poems "child of my anus" I hold your work in high esteem, to have munificent dark angel critise one of my humble offerings, would be be akin to Carlos Santana giving me some advice on my guitar playing. I assume you are an American, so let me add the above is written without irony.
Yours in Poetry keatsimnot. 175 view(s)
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