Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Day 888: Christmas Eve

Well it's Christmas Eve. I could not decide which of these two poems to post today, so what the heck, I'll just post them both. A very Merry Christmas, peace and goodwill to you all. I hope you enjoy the holidays, and as UA Fanthorpe advises, expect miracles :)

Not the Millennium - UA Fanthorpe 

Wise Men are busy being computer literate.
There should be a law against confusing
Religion with mathematics.
There was a baby. Born where?
And when? The sources mention
Massacres, prophecies, stars;
They tell a good story, but they don’t agree.
So we celebrate at the wrong midnight.
Does it matter? Only (dull) science expects
An accurate audit. The economy of heaven
Looks for fiestas and fireworks every day,
Every day.
Be realistic, says heaven:
Expect a miracle.


Christmas Eve: Nearing Midnight In New York- Langston Hughes

The Christmas trees are almost all sold
And the ones that are left go cheap
The children almost all over town
Have almost gone to sleep.

The skyscraper lights on Christmas Eve
Have almost all gone out
There’s very little traffic
Almost no one about.

Our town’s almost as quiet
As Bethlehem must have been
Before a sudden angel chorus

Our old Statue of Liberty
Looks down almost with a smile
As the Island of Manhattan
Awaits the morning of the Child.

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