Here comes the uppity bejeweled crow
Carrying her loud beak just so and so
She is wearing a cape as white as snow
Her beady eyes turn on me; they have a glow
Flashing gemstone rings are on her feathers today
She preens and twists, weirdly turning away
Around her neck there is a diamond choker
I heard she won this playing cardinal poker
“Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” Isaiah 1:18 of the King James Bible
Now is the time to plan…
…with the vision to be
better than the past.
Now is the moment to prepare…
…since lack of it can cause
missed opportunities of a life time.
Now is the privilege to pray…
…believing that God knows what’s best
and He makes no mistake.
Now is the best day to perform…
…along foresight and prudence from the Lord
doing utmost by His grace, inspiring others.
Now is the season to prosper…
…while sowing love and blooming in Christ’s care
sharing progress midst His glory.
June 16, 2024
2nd place, "C Forms - Carpe Diem" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/28/2024
At the gates of hell, I stare,
Wondering how the devil fairs,
With nothing but one soul as an anchor,
Death is mine to conquer,
A deal with the devil I made,
To ensure my love for her never fades,
Forever together was my vow,
Hoping to be beside her now
Back to life I came,
to build with her nothing but a home,
I seek not wealth nor fame,
For her love is why I came.
My love for her I can’t hide,
She’s all the fills my mind,
Her love for me as white as snow
In her embrace I found my glow.
Jack frost dances on my window
With fancy snowflakes as white as snow
Falling with grace on the brown trees
Painting black lace that is a street
We all take cover from the wind
Blowing the lovers making snow angel friends
Side by side on snowy white ground
Despite the chill no one has a frown
Sleet and ice on the lake
Where you find kids at play
They throw snowballs and ice skate
Winter wonderland is this place
Elegance as far as my heart can see
Eyes as blue as pools of raw beauty
A Yorkshire rose as white as snow
Rachel a name that warms my soul.
Despite the distance my memories won't fade
Of a delicate goddess I was unable to tame
Sadness and tears sting my face
The smell of her hair from a warm embrace.
Her happiness conquers all the negative thoughts
To have met a woman so adored
My heart shall remain happy, full and alive
Rachel Elizabeth, the true beauty in my life.
You call me a flower
But what kind?
Is it a yellow tulip? A cluster of warm sunshine and happiness?
Or maybe a Lily of the Valley? The tears I’ve shed for you made into delicate little milky white blossoms
Each petal carefully watered by the streams of water that run down my cheeks
Or am I an Aster? A small star, made from Astrea’s tears, so small and insignificant compared to the shining, sparkling gems that light up the night sky. Looking up at those ethereal jewels, never being enough. No wonder Astrea cried, I would’ve cried too.
Or am I a White Lily? My innocence and purity once so clean, as white as snow now forever tainted with your darkness. A dark, unremovable mark on the alabastrine flower, that will stay, no matter how much I try to get rid of it.
I have found Jesus my Lover
Jesus, the giver of strength and the light of life
My savior indeed
I will run to You my Lover
With all the luggage, sin and weight, destructions and anxiety of life,
I keep running
The road gets tougher and narrow but I keep running
Running to Jesus my Lover
I know that once He sees me He would recieve me with open arms,
He will take me and cleanse me of all my sins, make me as white as snow.
Setting aside every weight, I press
I press on to the goal,
I continue.
I run to Jesus my Lover, who is ready to save me,
He is ready to receive me with open arms.
He is ready to guard me with all jealousy.
With all the weight
I am running to JESUS.
I am more convinced He will receive with open arms.
For those who wait upon the Lord will renew their strength
THEY SHALL RUN AND NOT GROW WEARY
They shall soar on wings like eagles
So I run to my Lover and I am not weary.
Were you brothers? Were you sisters?
I hope one day I shall know -
When I leap with you in soft blue skies,
'pon clouds as white as snow.
Till then, help me remember -
the gift that is each day.
Whisper to me of life's beauty,
so I no longer stray.
I hope that I shall make you proud,
my little siblings on a cloud.
6 July 2023
This poem is a metaphor about child abusers and abuse, bullying, and suicide.
The buzzards picked my bones apart,
the only thing left was my bleeding heart.
They buried me deep then dug me up ,
I guess I wasn't dead enough.
They buried me again and left me to be,
in pain I was left whilst my heart still bleeds.
I only wanted to be just me,
but the buzzards wouldn't let it be.
They gathered around to pick my bones,
I pleaded with God to take me home.
He scooped me up and made me whole,
and gave me wings as white as snow.
Thoughts flew in quickly in sequence
Weighs more as metric tonnes of rod
The mind is stressed and overburdened
Literally more effective than the heart
We set our various senses out loud
In search of answers
To realistic and imaginary questions
To find solutions and suggestions
To curb looming inconveniences
Our wants and needs
Tend to put us in tiny boxes
Where chances of survival are slim
We are unique in various segments
The reason we approach issues
With diverse technicalities and skill sets
Situations define us
It is either we stand the test of time
Or fall flat to our fears and troubles
Strive to make informed choices and decisions
And in the end
All crimsonlike thoughts and perceptions
Will exist in reality as white as snow
A Dining Hall’s famous passion
And signal stomachs have vision.
Not shown ignites cook’s confusion,
The proudest chef slight convulsion…
Determines how far feeders go
With that which makes human being grow;
The Richest Cake won’t with one flow,
If sugar does not make one glow,
The blackest dish as white as snow,
Because one’s captured mind it’d blow…
Poorest Appetite – Appetizer,
Aroused one skips sanitizer.
But now things are horribly tight
Commonsense rules, not Appetite,
Your Heavy lunch to now make light,
So that next meals come with less fight.
In the bed, under cover
Where surveillance cameras live and breathe
Where biologics lose their way, their cause
As locomotives thrust through the tunnels
Of love, of trust, of lust once favored by the lost
In the room once cherished as exclusive
Occupied by so many members of the state
Undermined by sheets as white as snow, as ghostly as they go
Untarnished in the light of privacy called night
Satisfied by pillow talk, so soft, that’s all
Until the film develops a sense of humor
Splashed pictures printed as Headline news on paper
Blasts out the evidence of one person seen with another
Discernible only to those who dare to be amused
And those who dare to look away must be depraved
According to the state
Ocean breeze blows so fresh and pure
While white clouds sail away in departure
Azure sky reveals its majestic mirror of beauty
As choral-remains and shells stud ashore in bounty
Sand coated the coast almost as white as snow
Children play at sand dunes climbing in a row
Sea birds are paragliding gracefully
In rhythms of waves rolling with glee
Emerald water sparkles like diamonds
Seagulls swoop for fish leaving kiss quite fond
Crabs and turtles waltz with the ebbs
Joys and excitements come floating in blebs
Some dolphins swim in an aquatic rollercoaster
To entertain me and you and every beach lover
Oh, what a great time to sojourn in this white beach!
Come, savor its charm so therapeutically rich.
May 10, 2023 11.53am
Couplet Poetry
Contest Judged: 5/16/2023 11:28:00 AM
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Place 2 (up to multi-3 and multi-HM w)
Pearl of the orient, muse of the Pacific
The gleam of your beauty is so terrific
Your amber and radiance of emerald green
Caused the heads of great nations to spin
You're a diamond under the pristine sky
The glimmer of your beauty will never die
Your oceans, like skies of azure blue
Remind me of the wonders of you
Your islands, like stars on heavens above
Their radiant rays rouse the glory of love
Your shores, with their sands, as white as snow
At sunset, they gleam, at sunrise, they glow
The beauty of your waters soothes the eyes
Like the glamor of heaven that never dies
Your fountains are like mountains, they flow so high
They give the faint birds a reason to fly
Ships on the ocean, charmed by your shore
Came docking on your waters but wanted far more
They craved to capture the heart of your soul
The heart of your opulence was part of their goal
With guns and steel blades, they pounced to your chest
For long years, they toyed with the crown on your crest
But with arrows and spears, your brave warriors then stood
With blood and bones, they bought your liberty for good
1st place
I have a dog sweet and sound
That goes woof woof all the time
He jumps ,he bites , he licks ,he barks
But too cute to give him a lecture all the time
Sweet and sound he goes
To get the things he need
Without a noise in the dark of the night
From one to two , he tiptoes
As sly as a fox he is
As fast as a cheetah he is
To get anything that will make him happy
A gang of friends he has
To play ,jump ,sniff and lick
To spend time happily with a cherish on his face
Glowing brown eyes he has
With that smile on his face
And the white fur as white as snow
A lovely dog he is
To play and to love
Cause he is a Labrador
And a best friend I’ve ever had
By Vykha Nair.
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