Star-struck is my heart indeed
God grants great mercy and grace*
Since He always meets our need
Let's win in running life's race.
Good news yon stars we ought to share
Compassion, kindness and peace
Let's show our sincere care
Marked with love that does not cease.
As stars with unique radiance reign
Let's persist in our roles to prevail
Vanquishing hypocrisy's strain
Allowing truth to shine without fail.
Glowing bright midst divine stars' light
We spread cheer to all, smiting gloom
Inspiring others with joy's delight
Let's radiate nurturing bloom.
*Ephesians 2:4-5But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved).
April 29, 2026
edited on August 27, 2026
8th place, "In the Stars by The Rolling Stones" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 9/7/2026
Written: April 29, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Constance La France
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"Quote: True beauty is a ray that springs from the sacred depths of the soul, and illuminates the body, just as life springs from the kernel of a stone and gives colour and scent to a flower. By Rumi"
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The springtime voice moves daintily in the air,
A silver sigh like dawnlight through the trees,
That wakes earth from winter's silent prayer.
It lures the buds with dazzling, perplexed breeze,
A mystic murmur, attractive as a rhyme,
that wanders down the meadows, talking to the bees.
Each seed now stirs, as though it recalls time—
a sleeping spark beneath the melting loam,
standing like hope in some forgotten clime
The hills grow warm; wandering winds bring home
The flocks of petals, gentle as falling snow,
Their hues light up every meadow and dome.
O Spirit Spring, whose translucent streams glow,
restore the earth—let every heartbeat grow.
Written: April 29, 2026, for contest Sponsored by: Charles Messina
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Silken buds bloom
Tender winds loom
Vivid birds zoom
Callow hills rise
Cloudless blue skies
New sparkle sighs
Pinkish blooms sway
Golden bees play
Sunny crowns day
Breezy rains fall
Slender seeds call
Springtime warms all
"Raise the Shields"
(Dr. Spence Linking Pin Sonnet for Child Abuse Prevention Month)
Cries pierce the silence where trust should have grown,
Grown are the shadows where safety's unknown,
Unknown are the wounds that no eye can see,
See how the soul screams while lips whisper "free."
Free them from hands that betray every vow,
Vow to stand firm and protect them somehow,
Somehow light breaks through the thickest despair,
Despair shatters when bold hearts choose to care.
Care isn't passive — it shouts in the street,
Street after street, we march so harm meets defeat,
Defeat the silence, the shame, and the fear,
Fear not the battle — the children are near!
Near beats the heartbeat of futures at stake,
Stake down the shields — defend every child’s sake!
© USA Goodwill Ambassador, professor Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr. (Epulaeryu Master). All Rights Reserved (April 29, 2025).
Charming feline with airs of graceful nobility
Agile this slender olympian contender
Tomfoolery being its main specialty
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on April 29, 2025 for contest ACROSTIC AGILITY sponsored by OLIVER MCKEITHAN - RANKED 3RD
dark looming clouds
boisterous wind
they herald the last call
April 29, 2025.
April 29—The sense of an ending… End of Trump Reality TV Show?
While watching the Trump trials
I sense an ending
To the Trump Reality TV show.
As he is revealed to be
What he is
Nothing but a charlatan
A con man, a grifter.
And he is not the King
Not a dictator, and not a genius,
He seems to be just a tired old man
Finally being held accountable.
For decades of alleged misconduct
Fraudulent business and political
Crimes including inciting a riot.
Stealing national secrets
And so many over.
Yet the polls show
He could become our next President
Perhaps I am seeing the end
Of democracy playing out
On my TV screen?
Dear God I pray
Make it all go way
Retire Trump from the game
take him now with you.
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows…
…I’m awakened by triumphant morning shows
radiating divine Artist’s pose
supremely perfect nature can’t oppose
along firmament’s celestial glows.
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows…
…my soul delights in haven of fellowship that does expose
gracious goodness of God* which I chose
basking under vibrant hope, surmounting woes
while communing with Him, intimately close.
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows…
…I see myself midst floral terraces of rose and aloes
enjoying paradise-wellness where liberty goes
yon serenity and bliss can enclose
grateful to the Creator that His omnipotence my faith knows.
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows…
…my spirit clamors for revival, arose
from rest of comforting night’s repose
to exalt the Lord with sincere praise, never verbose
inspired by His jubilant love, sans dark shadows.
*Psalms 34:8 O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.
April 29, 2024
1st place, "Line Inspiration" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 5/4/2024
Written: April 29, 2024
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What a riddle our love was!
we embarked on an ariose trip
with balmy stride, we undertook
Elysian and Empyreal it was
a blissful encounter
an idyllic peace is meant to be,
a serendipitous path
crystal levels of azure size,
our spirits entwined
before we ever knew
we're infatuated now,
It rings with truth.
One's pulse quickens
In every kismet,
I never expected to feel this way
I have proof of that now,
In your grip, my soul resides,
and I will hold on forever
my love is growing stronger,
you are aware of the flow of time.
Our love is euphoric,
every day, I express my felicity,
for love unforeseen,
I was bestowed with a gift,
you unexpectedly invaded my life,
It spun my world around,
wreaking pandemonium
While we were together.
In awe, my heart soars, spellbound.
love is unexpected and divine.
everything came to fruition
you delight me and warm my heart,
our hearts beat in sync.
Written: April 29, 2024 For Regina Regina Mcintosh Contest
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Meeting her will drown me with her love,
It will express pride and bliss from above.
Her glance involved an ambivalent dream,
Her smile is ambrosian whenever we team.
I will cry with her and soothe her fears,
Lend her comfort and wipe away her tears.
Her love shakes my soul with an auric beat,
Love blooms amid a full moon in aquiver heat.
When I fall in love, I will bestow my all,
It arises during alertness, sleep, or crawl.
As an ariose bloom, I am free in her grasp,
Time slips in her hold, as love vows a clasp.
When I fall in love—I cherish every turn,
Under the pretense of perpetual concern.
With a look and a grin, you had me awed,
Heart fire, in love—descry mist, not flawed
As I fell in love—I will miss her as she left,
In every departure, my heart grows a cleft.
Two souls lost in heavenly love now merge,
Love anew, with each dawn submerge.
To the lady who sees me as I am,
To the lady who sees me as a book,
Turning through my pages,
Straightening its dog ears,
Reading between the lines.
To the lady to whom I stand as a mirror,
Reflecting beyond my charm and calm,
Reaching for the hidden part of me,
Seeing the night that comes to my room,
Knowing that I add stars to its sky.
To the lady who said I do,
Despite my shades and fades,
Polishing my weathered surface,
Waiting for my shrivelled meadow to bloom,
Anticipating the sprout of my feeble boughs.
To the lady who knows my mother has a pride of place in me,
She has read the ode I wrote to my mother,
But still knows that she’s not barricaded from my heart’s door,
The fragrance that pervades my room,
She’s the purple flower in my garden.
April 29, 2024.
As long as there is one star glinting in the sky
I will write lyrics to music playing in my mind.
With but one ray of sunlight to catch my eye
I will pen my emotions in rhyming lines that bind
my heart with yours until my ink well runs dry.
April 29, 2023
Bite Size Contest no.62
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
How you saw two enemies
Laughing at each other.
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Now you see two former enemies
Laughing each other.
April 29/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Message:
It
Is
Very
Risky
To
Be
An
Investigator
And
Instigator
Between
Two
Strong
Enemies
Because
One
Day
You
Will
Be
Thrown
In
The
General
Bin.
Life slithers satisfied in the self-made furrow,
I incise in the known terrain for tomorrow.
The journey I waver to take beyond the familiarity,
for the company of kinship is a kind of security.
The challenges of the unknown build impediment,
I strive boldly, but can't cross even being confident.
I may try to change the course of life to win,
but the endeavor I don’t risk to deal with the unseen.
The known roads may veer to uncertainty for sure,
no longer I can travel complacent and secure.
In the unknown territory outside my own domain,
the fear of the indefinite within me will remain.
When I build my own pathway and feel proud,
it will soon be full of nameless crowd.
Strangers will scramble to stay on,
an act of intrusion in private realm I will reckon.
For my mind conditioned to identify what I know,
unsafe and unreliable signals the aliens will show.
In the clutch of xenophobia it will close in distress,
for I am scared of the unfamiliar otherness.
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April 29, 2023
Word Chosen : Xenophobia
Contest : Writing Challenge - Words With "X"
Sponsored by : Constance La France
IF I WERE IMMORTAL
If I were immortal, I will
have attained the life Paul calls, “Real.”
In 1Timothy 6:19
word “Real” … Paul will explain, reveal.
Paul urges us, “Get a firm hold
on The Real Life.” That means what? When?
Words Indicate “real life” something
attains in the future … that’s when.
When is after Armageddon;
and after Satan’s been set free.
After thousand years, faced last test.
passed … now immortal you and me.
God’s will has been accomplished his
will, earth’s a Restored Paradise.
Wicked gone, pain, death, dying, we’re
“Immortal“… “Real Life’s really nice!
Immortal, we’re living as God
originally, meant us to live.
If I Were Immortal, all glorY
to Creator God … forever give.
April 29, 2022 copyright
All rights reserved
Contest: IF I WERE IMMORTAL
Sponser: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Entered: April 29, 2022
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