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)
The taste of tobacco on my palate.
Exhale of the smoke from within my lungs.
For what it’s worth is this really valid?
Read scripture of a man who spoke in tongues.
Well, Lord! Another soul on the daily!
With words meant only for your ears to hear.
How to speak with you comes about vaguely.
The blame is on the alcohol and beer.
Asking for forgiveness for my mistakes.
Sorry I stole from the collection plate.
Can you help me with the body aches?
A lot of debt with my sins as of late.
Lord, you kept me safe even in my old age.
Continue my story till the last page.
We praise You for the mysterious sea
We fear Your glorious Name above all Names
More than the sharpness of shark fangs
We will forever sing of Your glory.
Oh, Architect of all Earth’s beauty,
King above all kings that reign,
Deliverer from our every chain,
You are so ever praiseworthy!
Your Son died and rose again,
He holds the keys to Your kingdom,
His blood washes clean our every sin.
Behold the Spirit He said You would send,
No one surpasses Him in wisdom,
He is our ever-present friend.
The earth is heaving its last sigh.
Birds twitter in the growing chill.
I wait for wind to sweep the sky.
Like Icarus, though I may fail,
from this green summit, I now spill
myself onto blue heaven’s trail. . .
I am flying higher than high!
Wings carry me to that gold sphere
I wish to touch before I die.
Beneath - beasts cower in the grass.
Soon everything will disappear
and earth become like smooth cold glass.
The earth is heaving its last sigh;
I am flying higher than high.
A Cornish Sonnet
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.
The one who finds the Father
Can also find the Son
Then the Holy Spirit
Can mark the chosen one.
Then all time can be counted
As time spent faithfully
In service to the Holy One
Who watches over you and me.
Then words like grace and mercy
Mixed with perfect love
Are ours to keep forever
When sent from up above.
Thus, sonnets can be written
And all our sin is smitten.
Written by John Posey
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.
When I was young I use to talk to God,
in endless conversations in my head.
And I never thought that these talks were odd,
no more than when I knelt beside my bed.
I would speak to Him mostly every day,
asking for His help, for the umpteenth time.
And I would beg Him to take me away,
anywhere far from home would be sublime.
I lived in fear of my father's beatings,
from early on God was my only friend.
And in my heart I cherished our meetings,
yet the beatings and nightmares did not end.
Now I'm as cynical as one can be,
for where was God, when He meant all to me?
Written May 22, 2015 for contest "Prayertime Memories - Poetry Contest"
They said he would grow out of it,
All night I’d listen to his cough,
His nose dripped and wouldn’t turn off,
When it got bad, he would vomit.
The doctors wouldn’t promise
Their treatments would pay off,
After years, they acted a little lost
When he showed almost no progress.
I kept praying for his healing,
Suddenly, good news without question,
Test results showed normal breathing,
The doc said, “Stop the medicine!”
I’m still reeling from the feeling,
That, my friends, is divine intervention.
*This poem is based on true events.
It’s no coincidence that the word God
spelled backwards is a word that we all know
for something by which we are often awed -
a creature, which unfailingly, can show
amazing grace toward any one of us!
Our canine friend does not care how we dress
or if we’re rich or poor. He makes no fuss
when we do not endeavor to impress
the way we do among our human kind!
Love without judgment from this animal
is like that of our Christ, whose love is blind
to flaws and won’t desert us when we fall.
This facet of God’s love is what I see
when my sweet dog’s brown eyes watch over me.
Finally entering this poem i wrote for Deb's contest.
I don't recall the theme being exactly the way it is now described at
the contest page, but I will enter this one anyway, for what it's worth!
How much stark evidence, how many proofs
will be dismissed before conceit it fails;
and of His mercy decide to avail
this presumptuous species from faith aloof.
Flashbang rumble! A thousand unseen hoofs
galloped overhead, as clattering hail
mass-pogoed as if emptied from some vast pail
upon unsuspecting Tarmac and roofs.
Mercy, I swear I heard the atoms split
from molecules to create ozone
as, outside close nearby the lightning hit;
its acrid tang prevalent in a home,
which for a charged instant that bolt lit:
thrilling spectator as he watched alone.
War is a sickness that kills one by one,
you never know it's coming until - BAM!
It will sneak up on you like a hit man,
and it makes sure to take your only son.
When I think about what they could have done
to stop this madness before it began,
my thoughts are of preaching's from a wise Man
named Jesus Christ, only begotten Son.
He talks of forgiveness and being meek,
to always show kindness to thy neighbor.
Even if they aren't worthy of your time,
still, you must love and turn the other cheek.
Don't be too weary of all your labor,
that you are willing to commit a crime.
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
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
I walk through my storms with my head up high!
I give praises to God with my arms open wide!
I shout Hallelujah my soul is set free!
Thanking the Lord that he delivered me!
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
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
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
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.
Your sudden departure caused glum wonder
A blow that was sinking deep into core
Panic and tough refusal grew under
Death by the final course was to blame for.
Fidelity is dug from a soft spot
His bittersweet timeline has proven such
Makes to think if love is worth the long shot
Little bit of drama for a soft touch.
Yet too forlorn to accept selfishness
Detaching duties of a well-wisher
Comfort is given to a reticence
Ignorance to the acquired fresh blister.
My dear friend grilled upon reaching the cure
To after one’s own heart that was thought pure.
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.
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?
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!
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
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!
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.