CHRIST CHRISTMAS

CHRIST CHRISTMAS

By Roger Davis


Noel, new birth
That which was in heaven, now on earth
Angels harkened, the early news
Few saw the start, yet Mary knew

Her womb, His cradle
The Bethlehem trip was prenatal
The stable, an Old Testament prophesy
The Magi came from the East to see

Jesus suckling at Mary's breast
The livestock in holy rest
Shepherds summoned, arrive
While an evil king contrived

This is our Gift, hung on a cross of a tree
For us to go back to heaven, sin free
The Word became flesh and bone
Believing, and then we need not be alone

This earth is His grace wrapped
Though at times it seems a trap
Why?  Because temporarily we reside
By knowing all have died

Christ Christmas is a silent and holy night
Rejoice, for even the downtrodden will see His light
Open your gifts and teach the young
About the Baby, by the songs sung

AVA'S EARTH ANGEL

AVA'S EARTH ANGEL

By Roger A. Davis


Ava came visiting during our holiday times.
Allowing this Earth Angel to entwine with a nursery rhyme. 
Thanksgiving and Christmas - novel experiences for Ava's folks.
Niu and Diyi not eating turkey: One of Roger's jokes.

Earth Angel, sort of a grandpa creature.
He passes down oral traditions as a teacher.
An orientation for his adoptive family to the Seasons.
Pilgrims, Native Americans, Thanksgiving reasons.

Traditions of faith, Ava can be sublime.
Exactly now, for this is Christmastime.
The celebration of Jesus and His birth.
A gift from God declaring His love and our worth.

Hanging from The Christmas Angel tree,
Many other tales of Holiday glee.
Including Santa, reindeers and North Pole elves,
Stocking stuffers and gifts, fill stores’ shelves.

Music is a gift, baby Ava; His children songs.
Nursery lullabies sung on earth and by heaven's throng.
Be it Jingle Bells or Silent Night.
You, Ava, will always be under the Bethlehem light.

HAND MIRROR

HAND MIRROR

By Roger A. Davis


Avoid reflecting glass
Exposes my past
My heart can be young
Yet, crow's-feet tell what I've done

Mirrored image, my body in pain
Herniated disc, spine sprain
Eyes: window of the soul
Laugh: echo of a full bowl

At rest in a dimmed room
My hand is a spinning loom
Wrinkles, a hand mirror of skin
Show the age old predicament I'm in

Each day is a surprise
I see my hands with new eyes
Whose hands can these be?
My grandmother's, not me

Like the heavens; many stars
Mine; story telling scars
From filleting fish
To the removal of a cyst

Life lines on palms have expired
No more, the new love I've desired
Regrets seem to have sway
Yet I have hands that can still pray!

FACEBOOK FEATURES

FACEBOOK FEATURES
                                                      
By Roger A. Davis


What kind a book, this maybe?
Picture pamphlet for us to see.
Personal photos of our growing uppers.
Plus good places to go eat your suppers.

Political ticklers and religious talk,
Product ads, posters, and kids drawing with chalk.
Big boy toys and family features,
Not to forget our pets and other creatures.

Facebook is not a personal diary: Okay.
And you can't erase what you display.
Ask yourself, ''What would grandma do?"
In the present, we're all watching you.

Yes, it is a cooperative album, to sit and look,
And share pictures that you took.
Personal comments you can make.
Overall, a sense of community is my take.

THE FIRST OF THIRST

THE FIRST OF THIRST

By Roger A. Davis

     
In the month of Thirst, it begins,
Inhabitants play Words With Friends

All Twenty days, a Scrabble Craze.
Twenty-Two/Five, a dictionary haze.

Sleep to the word community,
Seems like Mutiny.

Then from the deep,
Comes Novel Peep.

Anagrams of the Wheel
He has squashed with His Heel.

Now the Piper has arrived for WWF Choosers.
Oh what Joy, for those tile Losers.

A Book is the Way, declares Novel.
Then he peeped, "Never again that Puzzle Grovel.”