A blooming tree brings joy unseen -
But felt is joy, but felt is green!
Soon spring-born birds burst through the scene.
We watch them pick and pluck and preen,
And only fools would intervene
With this most exquisite routine.
God created all before His face
Fish, cattle and birds on the Earth
Preparing a place for man
Jesus said "I go to prepare a place"
For all of the second birth
As it was promised in the original plan
The Evolution pollution
Has many creation theories
It is also a worldview
Full of contradictories, no solutions
So which of the queries
In obscurity do you choose
Evolution is a view of miscues
Relying on the all inclusive mutation
But mutations are a lack, they don't add information
So with the arbitrary excuse
Do your worse with your embolization
The impossibilities contrariness is our cessation
Diana draws her opal swans
Cross purple skies and bluer seas.
And Phoebus, not so far behind,
Pulls tight the reins of fiery steeds
And lets a blazing blink of sphere
Across the endless waving meads.
September is slowly slipping away
Colours, they are changing day after day
Trees are shedding their lovely leafy charms
All is becoming quiet on the farms
Excitement is growing in each child's heart
Anticipating Santa's's sleigh ride start.
September puts a Spring in my Step.
Like a newborn lamb I frolic about
Running through fields of newly grown grass
With a smile on my face I sing and shout.
With Winter gone, I now enjoy you.
Beautiful Spring, I’m so glad you are out.
Strength a labor of time,
A work which breaks bones,
An effort which I have made mine,
While I work once again,
This time I work with friends,
With this I can go through the pain.
The story of my life is wild;
New interests suddenly sprout
outdated habits get tossed out;
Focus sharpens as the years pass
led by an internal compass;
Connected to that inner child,
Oh, thou art of the greatest mystery,
an enigma of time and place and space
flitting with ethereal quality.
Mind not paling stars that surround this place.
They languish in comparison to thee,
whose soul reflects from thy radiant face.
Winter's chill brings frost and snow,
The icy winds that fiercely blow,
The silent night, a starlit sky,
The gentle flakes that softly fly,
The snowman stands, a jolly sight,
Lit by the moon so fresh and white.
Trust should flow like the river –
Wide and deep, not turbulent, dangerous, murky, or dirty-
no not like the deep weedy sea-
Trust should be like a summer breeze- an unasked-for sneeze- a bird in flight-
a pleasant night- a love of things- a heart that sings-
Trust should be like an innocent child- an unplanned smile-Trust should be free.
Gwendolyn Cloyd
Bite-size Poem #41 Contest
Sponsored By: Line Gauthier
April 02, 2022
Belshazzar had a feast
before seeing the writing on the wall,
Quickly,falling,from the greatest to the least,
for dead-men,don't walk tall-
When lives are on God's scale
Only the just,live to tell the tale.
This sestet inspired by Daniel 5
| Year Posted 2010
you walked out of my dreams
into my life that day
the day that changed my life
when you became my wife
and filled my life with love
that date I met true love
Tomorrow, is Test Day;
An unknown fear made way
Went to pray to HIM seeking personal favor.
Asked HIM to bless courage
to get through, must flourish
in the tough competitive test, to be saviour.
Felt assured to get HIS
grace, fear cleared as it is.
Believed everything will be good on exam day.
Surprised to see too tough
questions knew hard enough
to attempt; perturbed thinking how to write, must say.
But someone in my mind
tells have fun, start you'll find
abundant thoughts for each question when you answer
when started to write find
supported facts in mind
with full information; amazed how I've answered.
I must tell cleared the test
all was well, no fear left;
they informed, appear for an interview shortly.
Doubts no more, thoughts refreshed
equipped for day not stressed
Confident HE'll help to face interview smartly.
~X~X~X~
WILD MEADOWS
Wild meadows left and right, guarded
by hedgerows, each side with gates,
openings on sites regarded
macro, wildlife wonders, elate's
scientist, biologist, all.
We venture into grasses tall.
Eyes wide open, and cameras
all to hand, notebooks recording.
A shout goes up, tarantulas!
Some idiot had been hoarding.
We, for them grateful; took them home,
a few snaps then straight on the phone.
Spiders safe the foray still on,
back to the field, new adventure.
Grasshoppers caught our attention,
Stridulating a strange creature.
Time moves on we check our records,
nature now, too many discords!
I am thankfully sitting tight
In delightful, peltdown sprinkle
Amid crashing, sky blue delight
Waiting now on a sun twinkle
Ready for the shine to ignite
While vowel chimes- my brain jingle
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