I am a wish a prayer from mortals lips
That reached heaven and touched God’s fingertips
And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood
A gift from God’s unconditional love
So love and cherish me as God does you
And guide and teach me well in all I do
And through the years a garden we will grow
Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose
And on the day I reach maturity
And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree
To show the world the colors that are me
Rejoice in all the beauty that you see
For I am your child the gift that God gave
No More than a wish and a prayer - away.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Author: Elaine George
I feel Gods breath in nature
The birds are singing. Beautiful it be
The trees are swaying on the morning breeze
Oh how it fills me with such mystery
Oh my, how nature fills me with such ease
I love the flowers; love the birds, and trees
I feel Gods breath in everything that grows
Something it glows within the heart of me
A force of love so deep within me flows
When I’m with nature something in me knows
That God is good, how can this not be true
When birds sing out, I always feel his glow
The perfume of the flowers brings it too
Oh, nature, how she thrills me through, and through
Seems, God is there in everything I do
17 November 2014
Obviously influenced by the English sonnet there ia also still a Celtic influece in making a link from stanza to stanza.. It still follows the three quaterns and a couplet pattern, but each stanza is linked to the next giving a rhyme pattern of;
a. b. a. b. . b. c. b. c. . c. d. c. d. .d.d.
Here is an example. It is written in 10 syllables throughout.
As precious stones are hidden and entwined
In minerals of ordinary worth,
They must be found, professionally mined
From common, rocky layers of the earth.
Extracted, polished, cut, they'll stand apart
As valued gems. Neglected, they will share
In earth's destructive force—erosion's art—
Dissolve away with nature's wear and tear.
Oh God, you are both mine and miner; strip
This soul embedded in your work of clay,
And let your tools of grace and fellowship
Preserve the gem of Love from life's decay.
Cut many facets that reflect and show—
The worth of gem and miner in its glow.
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
Contest: Precious Stones and Gems
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Et Portæ Inferi Non Valebit
(And the gates of hell will not prevail)
Gates of Hell shall never ever prevail
promulgation of Truth forever stands
Soul and Spirit each rings a sounding bell
Fate's ruthless results judges all the lands
Vanities of all men foolishly praised
Spirit's dark desires bearing bitter fruit
Rejection of He that was truly raised
lies and corruption are the stolen loot
Righteous hearts look to Heavenly skies
sincere prayers, deliver such bless reward
Mankind races onward using blinded eyes
to an ending very bitter and hard
In the dark shadow of this evil world
Our Creator's redemption has been hurled!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2014
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Total # Words: 93
Shadows Past, Dance with memories of Yore
Shadows Past, Singing LOVE Songs for LENORE
Shadows Past, Crying Tears of agony
Shadows Past, Waiting for Eternity
Join together FOREVER and ALWAYS
Entwine with Lost Love in Heaven's Hallways
Ignite Love's Fire with a dying Ember
Shadows Past, Forgotten LOVE: Remember
I live in Death, waiting for death " To LIVE "
A Broken Heart prepares itself to Give -
To YOU, LENORE: "My Everlasting LOVE"
A LOVE as Pure as GOD's Heavenly Dove
For Eons of Eternity as One
Spirit of GOD, Lenore and I : as ONE
Dedicated to Rebecca Larkin For Her Gracious Comment on "Shadows Past" (Rhyme)
I believe that God invented dance
because I've seen the horses prance,
and watched dancers intertwine;
a dance by moonlight is divine.
I've giggled as the swirl of leaves
surrendered to an autumn breeze;
thrilled at the dolphin's smooth line
gliding freely through moonlit brine .
I've mocked the robin's bob and run
in comic search for wiggle worm;
winked at stars in heaven's design,
whose dance in moonlight is divine.
Such joyful movement will enchant;
I'm glad that God invented dance.
Not now the Egypt of my death for I
Have not seen my Bethel yet, nor have I
The coat of many colors made, let me meet
First the soft Rachel of my enslaved years
My heart for her cannot yield to defeat
No Esau can assault my love with fears
Bend me only fore the God of the sky
Bow me to meet his boundless sovereign eye.
Then I shall rise my new name a crown for kings
And bring that boy to bulwark mortal joy
In this Canaan, hear now my Rachel sings
Fox wit and grace, and love without alloy
I am Jacob, heir to the promise of God
Not yet to Egypt desolate I trod.
Look now this sky, more blue than all I know
Taste this water, how calm the rivers go
Feel now this peace, the angels singing slow
And yet all these hours like a prison seem
Like solid bars around my silent dream.
It is not for heaven yet I toil today
My treasures I lay in love, and toil still
Till my bright Rachel heeds and come away,
Only my longing shackles here my will.
How then met I her soft moon's loveliness
First amidst the thirsty creatures, I am
Jacob, I see His will, his plan to bless
If I be steadfast, and trust in the Lamb
I am Jacob, let me yearn, time's tame bars
Shall not my spirit's wings detain. Let toil
Not think it's too hard for me, I keep stars
In my loins to light my hope. Dreams recoil
Where love pushes me; my Rachel will be
Mine. This prison then of Laban's folly
Shall not crush my faith, in chains, yet I'm free
For grace my ransom paid. You may tally
Time in seconds brief, my God tallies it
In years. I am Jacob, soar my spirit
Now away, on angels ladder let me stay
Till Rachel brings anew my autumn day
For I shall claim atonement's jubilee
When her arms are wrapped tightly around me.
Come now, my Rachel, give me jar and string
Let me from the deep well draw, let me bring
Cool as praise the water up, I'm Jacob
Sit here awhile, and with your servant sup.
Fairer art thou than Esau's riches now
Better than Isaac's legacy that I stole
For you the labor of my life I vow
More precious than Laban's cattle or gold.
How beautiful thy face, thy dove's eyes shine
Brimming my darkness with sweet stars and moon
Surely you are that bride, that gift divine
You are my soul's Eden abloom in June
Come now, Rachel, give Jacob jar and string
I claim you a kingdom for God my king.
wandering in thoughts.
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love
Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love
SUNDAY DINNER (Hillbilly sonnet)
Ma's cookin now, so come and set a spell
and you can bet we'll have her Sunday best
before the settin sun, and who can tell
what's on her stove--but it will meet the test.
Can't you just smell that fryin chicken now?
And you must know the gravie's fresh and hot
for pourin on them taters--I allow
a little more than I should have--so what?!?
The butter it just melts on bread so light
to compliment the vegetables we grow,
now if you know a life that's half as right
as this, you'd better make it yours to know.
And I will say the grace, to thank God for
what He has give--so He will give us more.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Why did You leave me here, all alone?
You left me for the unknown.
I pray to You, o God my King
I pray to You for a small thing.
You see my heart weeping in tears,
You see my pain and sorrow.
I pray to You o God my King
I pray, for better tomorrow.
I look for You up in the sky, o God
try to find Your reflection.
I pray so hard from all my heart
asking, for Your affection.
I’m asking You for happines my Lord.
Oh please, please hear my prayer.
I’ll share my love with all the world
I promise, I will share.
God raised from the earth a handful of sand
sand became Adam from God’s loving hand
man lived in a garden, only one rule
couldn’t resist evil, life got cruel
man grew in number and evil did reign
Gods flood befell man, start over again
Sodom Gomorra perversion so vile
divine retribution struck to defile
raised once again, enlightenment not gained
man chose to kill man, humanity strained
man poisoned the lands, man poisoned the sea
vice and corruption were seen to run free
the lessons unheeded, a day no one planned
God’s divine day, man returned to the sand
Contest: East Jesus
Sponsor- Roy Jerden
EVERYDAY IS GOD'S DAY
Threats of war-- shakes the peace floating in the breeze,
Bombs and guns, they rattle to break bony reasons of the mind,
Thorns and knocks that seed from biting disease,
Shouts and wails rising 'neath conscience and ego grind,
all these like wagon wheels-- the whole world theater confines
When will humans know there's always a God standing by?
Dawn and dusk---brace night and day, His own design
so are animals that swim, hop and eagles soaring high!
All He provided and us, He asked to keenly give an eye
but pass flipping years did we try to allot some time?
Utter some thanksgiving shedding clouds of shy?
Daily we walk a lifeline to reach one peak prime,
offering our lives humbly as like saint Paul
though pang of death is the stage of our befall...
Everyday is a day the Lord has made,
blessings He bestow a hug of sunlight,
tests, He spearheads--the best teacher blade. . .
Even if seven devils come in flight to invite
stand like Jesus in the wilderness, hold tight! Fight!
None like vapor but forward like Lancelot we go,
serving God, throughout our life, the zenith height.
Let praises grow and God's glory our constant show!
Hatred we forego, letting love melt a heart of snow
so when the day comes our Holy Father judge
let our lives greet Him with bright smile of hello
"Well, done faithful servant", He will say as He touch
beckoning us inside a prepared Castle room
Sharing with Him a life everlasting of bloom!
Sponsor Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name -THIS IS THE DAY THE LORD GAVE-
©O. E. Guillermo
09:19 pm, January 25, 2015
We Will Not Comply
I never thought I’d live to see the day
When children would be taught that God is dead,
The flag we love, someone would take away,
Or leaders in corruption share a bed.
It matters not to me who ridicules;
I am American, I will rebel.
I’ll keep my God, my guns, my right to use
Free speech the truth to tell.
We never thought to live in tyranny—
Just to stand for truth could mean your life;
We need to recognize we are not free—
We will not save our country without strife.
Will we rise and claim our liberty
Or take the lies and bow to slavery?
As I was walking through the sands of time,
dark storms were raging in my haggard soul.
The waves broke hard, with beauty so sublime,
their sprays were whispering of more to know.
Then, I was picking shells along the way
that tide had left there just beyond the bluff;
I thought to save them for a rainy day, yet,
somehow, knew that they were not enough.
I heard the message clearly, "Go within!
Use all your senses for becoming whole;
drink from My water, never thirst again!"
His ebb and flow touched deep into my soul.
From oceans filled with love by God above,
I was drenched in its spray, washed in His love.
Symphony is playing softly in the background.
He seems to be out more now.
He calls me regularly telling me his whereabouts.
Then he comes home after his workout.
Our relationship is on the up and up.
The heights we reach states we are a perfect couple.
Our talk about the day brings a closeness.
As the clock chimes late, we both sigh for a mental release.
We find each night of intimacy to be quite fulfilling.
This time we have together, we cherish.
Our wedding vows were written by each.
We both play our part.
Our happiness is based on love and trust.
PENNED ON AUGUST 28, 2014!
20 February 2010
By: Noel N. Villalrosa
You are the essential part of my life
My awareness and pride striking hype
You are insignia of my existence
Interstellar in my reminiscence
In this world of choices and by chances
You hold my hands to hurdle in races
Always bargaining for my achievements
Through ups and downs, I run for confinement
We share each day, passion and offering
To Almighty God for brighter upbringing
Of our child to receive our guidance
And give us a pure strength and endurance
I thank God for blessing of you to me
My Cecilia, my wife and contemporary
2nd place winner
For Audrey Carey's Sentimental Love Letter Contest
Contest Date: 11/30/2010
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!
That, for us to see, to paragraph
it in life, so our souls, be received.
But what’s faith does to my biograph
that my blooming illusions believed?
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!
Faith is like snowflake, a calligraph,
on fingertips of my thoughts that give
a paragon of virtue to live,
a subjective plot upon a graph;
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!
There are divisions on life’s narrow line
Where paths on left unite with paths on right…
Those crossroads we encounter intertwine…
Must choose which way, and oft in dark of night.
On left, perhaps the Devil’s wish we turn…
On right, a path more blessed by God; we find
The choice can lose the soul with no return,
Or help it rise to happiness refined.
With God and Devil we must live our years…
The balance is an act we face each day…
At times the narrow line is blurred by fears—
Go right, go left…a choice to make; we pray
The one we then must choose will suit our quest…
Our only judge…a conscience well at rest.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
Contest: Gods and Devils
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
~Doing What's Right~
Many seek "stardom" by destroying their self,
To get into the so-called media-spot light,
But Daniel achieved this in a better way,
When he and his friends did what was right.
When captived by a ruthless invading nation,
It was unlikely they'd be heard from ‘gain,
But the godly men distinguished themselves
As very intelligent and truth worthy to begin
And when the King had a dream that his wise
Men couldn't repeat nor interpret to him,
He condemn them right there to death,
After a night of prayer Daniel got a gift.
The gift of interpreting the King's dream,
As God made Daniel part of his royal team.
Dorian Petersen Potter
I dreamt of love—love pure like driven snow,
unstained and virgin—in the years to come:
but years did come and went until (O woe!)
love, like the fall, decayed in my autumn.
Melancholic, I ne'er a princess met
or maiden-love with whom to spend the nights
of vernal youth. (Alas! 'tis best to forget
my life's too foolish dreams of its delights.)
Untainted by sin, pure and innocent;
unspoil'd by life and love in the very least:
I cast'd aside my prurient youth's bent,
forswearing myself all—now mine own priest!
Now spent and useless, I've refused life's love;
hence for me God refuses to commove.
Oh science, unforgiving in its might,
Hast found its words in the mouths of many.
Stopping people, as they seem to take flight.
Halting those whose minds imagine plenty.
I ask those who hone science as an art,
Why must you crush our dreams and desires?
For we and our dreams, we never shall part.
You would not know a dream from a wire.
As you prove to some, God does not exist.
You do not see all their hope torn to shreds.
Heads down faces low, their life gone amiss.
It’s amazing how you hold up your head.
Science, I ask you to tread from my place,
So that I may still show dreams on my face.
Who am I that you are mindful of me?
For my rancid sins you died that day
On that cruel cross, you made a way
Down through time could you really see?
And somehow think of me at Calvary?
Just one breath away, every time I pray
Overwhelmed, don't know what to say
Lord, can it be that you really love me?
Yes it's true.. You've given life to love you
The potter has made the clay born again
Took what was old and made brand new
Made me a son and you called me friend
Now I'm the bride of Christ, yeah it's true
You wooed me as if I were a perfect ten!
Form: Italian Sonnet
Contest: Regina's "Intimate Relationship Sonnet"
"Why must we suffer hardships and disease?"
we often wonder. Pain, adversity,
war, famine, death...our philosophy
cannot put the questions to rest or ease.
Depression, mania, infirmities
of the mind,--subjects of psychology
that are all causes of man's great misery...
the most tragic end of these maladies
is death by self. But we're not without hope
or God's compassion; today we can go
on with meds and care: we learn to cope;
it's easy to lose faith when we are low
and in despair, but we are in God's scope
right now...this believe in and always know.
This poem is dedicated to those who are suffering from natural disaster
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare
Almighty - Shower Your Love !!!!!
Ohh my Almighty, Ohh my Nature..
Everything was alright, everything was fine..
But what made you do this????
That you astringently affected the Life of Divine..
Why you had lend with with no mercy..
You showered your gift in terms of cursy..
Drenching tears of the exciting people..
Pangs of separation happened between lovely couple..
How much it is aching to there pity family..
Everyone got acceleratingly disheartened gradually..
Just now left with the new dawn and the iota of Hope..
Hey nature please try to rudenessly cope..
Mankind struggling for their last breathe..
Please bless them for our sake under your sheathe..
Please endow them for their wellbeing and glorious life ahead!!!!
To love or not to love a woman? Which
is better? To love and love well is good
so long they who love love without falsehood
as their twain hearts so compel and make rich
love's treasures. As friend, she's best: never switch
a lady-friend into a lover, should
her all precious friendship and lady-hood
be injured and make her a hateful witch.
But, alas, to love God is best! Not I,
but the aims of this life and Destiny
make it so that men like me must decry
love's ambit for a life of poverty.
But if I could choose, I'd be more content
as love's disciple and caged exponent.
By lamplight I feast upon holy words,
in the darkest hours of lingering night,
not another voice, nor a sound is heard,
but thy Spirit, Lord, bringing forth true life.
Sustenance and nourishment to my soul,
As promised, I live not by bread alone,
but by every word that thou has spoken,
satisfying the marrow of my bones.
The sure promise of thy deliverance,
my Savior in my greatest hour of need,
forever steadfast in thy faithfulness,
humbly I bow to you, upon bent knee.
If daylight does bring hunger upon me,
in truth, Lord, I only hunger for thee.
I know man in the moon is very sad.
He's mourning that he has no lady fair.
I gaze in awe at his situation
And wonder why it is God put him there.
It may be there's a maid on nearby star,
The one who will find pathway to his heart.
Perhaps God put her there to be his love.
His happiness was planned right from the start.
The moon has always been my trusted muse,
Has comforted when I'm alone and blue.
When words won't come and inspiration wanes,
The moon has helped me to begin anew.
If God has planned romance for man in moon,
Perhaps my own love shall be coming soon.
Written; March 2, 2013 for contest "Moon is my Muse"
What a grave sin, what abomination—a lover
Loving a man of his choice, astray, following heart’s desire.
Pray tell, whom have I wronged and what prayer
Is there to purge this unholy burning fire?
The Most Merciful and Forgiving
Truly You are. But for all I know, no devil
Writes such sweet songs, so divine and of love, to sing
And no virtuous prophet, untouched by Gabriel,
Could fully decipher what Your will is.
So let me believe this love is pure
To the day when Israfel fulfils his
Heavenly duty. And all will see for sure:
Us, entering Your radiant celestial garden;
For even Azrael understands love is God-given.
I walk out in the morning for my health,
And learn a thing or two along the way.
Such knowledge brings abundance to my wealth,
And somehow sounds like wisdom when I say.
Waters of the river carry stories.
Just listen, you can hear the words unfold.
Sometimes it can wash away your worries,
And help you to get through your day. Behold!
A gentle breeze can whisper to your heart;
Like angels serenade a searching soul.
There's so much nature's beauty can impart;
If soaking in it's beauty is your goal.
Get out there friend and see God's art today.
And get some exercise along the way.
Roman whip,a scourge from evil brings death
Dripping blood stings through history from deed
Pilate asked " Was he God " if so confess
His duty, to die for our sins, to bleed
Burden written in antiquity's words
Scrolls of lashed parchment read by Priests, to street
Spoke of a sinless mouth where love is heard
To share in peace,five loaves, two fish to eat
Evil with whip splays man's warm flesh
Ancient script played out for humanity's fate
As a bloody cross beholds human thresh
Husks and stems from man and God separate
And the joy bought by Priests becomes far worse
To kill this shepherd,for devil a curse