PEACE*
God grants
delights heart...
...vanquishes guilt-angst
conquers tormenting fear
soothes pain, healing wounded soul...
...blest bliss wraps my spirit with grace.
*Philippians 4:7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
August 15, 2026
1st place, "Pyramid" Poetry Verse Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 8/29/2026
Eyes to the skies
Vs 1
As you move, you glide...
hips sway side to side...
Your step's in rhythm to my heartbeat
Vs 2
You glance across the room...
Your gaze tells me I'm doomed...
To your love and there's no escaping
Pre-Chorus
I raise my eyes, to the skies, and pray
Please dear Lord, give us both, another day
Chorus
Tonight will be the death of me...
Kiss me oh so softly...
We swim together breathlessly...
Drowning in our loving
Vs 3
As a new day dawns...
Our love goes on and on...
Without your love I can't keep breathing
Vs 4
And as the days pass by...
the tears fall from your eyes...
I had a feeling, that you'd be leaving
Pre-chorus
I raise my eyes, to the skies, and pray...
Please dear Lord, give us both, another day
Chorus
Tonight will be the death of me...
Kiss me oh so softly...
We swim together breathlessly...
Drowning in our loving
Chorus
Tonight will be the death of me...
Kiss me oh so softly...
We swim together breathlessly...
Drowning in our loving
repeat chorus and fade
John Derek Hamilton
August 15,2023
revised with music and vocals June 26,2025
posted August 26,2025
Imagine yourself as a Color Poetry
Contest //Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Judged: 8/24/2025 10:57:00 PM
( 1st Place )
Written: August 15, 2025
I am the hush before a winter dawn,
moonlight cloaked across a sleeping field.
I catch the sun in quiet particles,
mirrors of truths you never thought to hold.
I am the glint in a falcon’s eye,
the frost that seals an unspoken vow--
quiet , steadfast,
yet quick to strike into light.
Heart of mine throbs with triumph
grateful for exposure to life yon survival
while beholding beauty of kindness
midst faith's navigating compass.
Likewise, my soul keeps on worshipful
seeking for God’s approval and favor
basking in His grace, mercy, compassion
along faith's childlike trust.
Despite challenges and trials
my spirit strives toward victorious claim
vanquishing adversities while reaching-out
with faith* cleaving to the Omnipotent hand.
Steadfastly clinging to divine help
I continue on, delighting in my journey
doing my best, inspiring others
as faith increases, glowing with vibrant hope.
*Mark 11:22 And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.
August 15, 2025
2nd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 54" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 9/5/2025
Poetry is a messy business. It reveals itself in phases,
Flowing, growing, dancing upon the starkly untouched pages.
Happily, the stream of thought won’t stop for days upon days
Then, BAM! It burns out in raging, steely blade, cold stages.
Where’s the muse? Her inspiration tepid and haunting,
Never there when you truly need her the most,
Only when she feels like playing up to you again.
Otherwise, she’s dodging side-eyed, hiding like a ghost.
Well, I’m done with the muse, no longer feel I need her.
Finding inspiration in everyday experiences, people, places
And things; thoughts I conjure up all by myself at 3 AM.
While the rest of world sleeps in dreams and guarded spaces.
She’s no longer welcome. I’m keeping her at arm’s length.
She let me down one too many times and dropped me in the brink.
From now on, all you get is the swells from the depths of me
I don’t care what the muse may say, no longer care what she thinks.
Chula Fleming © August 15, 2024
I committed to river Volga, the longest river in Europe
Here, estuary, they are sounds, subtle, peaceful and eloquence, a hoopoe
In glum and glee, damage controlling,she, still, suffice a pleasant song,
life long
You and I, came back for the guy, who, burnt the face, the funeral, encased, and Nirvana...ahem...
The river Volga, still existing, meandering and... perhaps a misfit reason, had a tectonic mayhem
And the poet boat boasted there, "I!"
"Did you see me! I took the one, less travelled by!"
8:34 AM
August 15, 2024
Eyes to the skies
Vs 1
As you move, you glide...
hips sway side to side...
Your step's in rhythm to my heartbeat
Vs 2
You glance across the room...
Your gaze tells me I'm doomed...
To your love and there's no escaping
Pre-Chorus
I raise my eyes, to the skies, and pray
Please dear Lord, give us both, another day
Chorus
Tonight will be the death of me...
Kiss me oh so softly...
We swim together breathlessly...
Drowning in our loving
Vs 3
As a new day dawns...
Our love goes on and on...
Without your love I can't keep breathing
Vs 4
And as the days pass by...
the tears fall from your eyes...
I had a feeling, that you'd be leaving
Pre-chorus
I raise my eyes, to the skies, and pray...
Please dear Lord, give us both, another day
Chorus
Tonight will be the death of me...
Kiss me oh so softly...
We swim together breathlessly...
Drowning in our loving
Chorus
Tonight will be the death of me...
Kiss me oh so softly...
We swim together breathlessly...
Drowning in our loving
repeat chorus and fade
John Derek Hamilton
August 15,2023
Tableau Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
Written: August 15, 2023
Picture number: 3
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Moon shines—white jade plate.
Swish as broad sky mime.
Two palm tree twigs spate.
Toads and moon rays chime.
Where flickers share gate
Poised shore smells sublime.
Written: August 15, 2023
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Blooming love's sweet scent
Petals dance with pure desire
A flower's true bliss
In love's fragrant bloom
Petals whisper secrets sweet
Hearts entwined as one
Love's fragrant flower
Whispers secrets, petals dance
Bliss blooms in their hearts
Written: August 15, 2023
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August raindrops fall,
nature's brush paints a rainbow,
melody of rain.
golden drops descend,
rainbow hues grace the sky's arc,
August's sweet hoedown
August rain falls light,
paints a vibrant rainbow bright,
nature's sweet delight
Puzzle Box
Emotions, memories
Kept in a box
Pieces of puzzles
Thoughts we have thought
Unpacking words
Fractured pictures
This one looks good
This one fits better
Write a short story
In so many words
Don’t use a thousand
When 50 will serve
Make a big picture
Show what you see
With plenty of feeling
And life’s memories
Bill MacEachern August 15,2023
Pride which is Meaningless.
It is when some folks
Who only speak
Their mother tongues
Have courage to laugh at
those who can speak and write
fifteen languages.
August 15/2023
loud voices of young men,
are glorious songs in the ears
of their mothers
encouragement in the ears
of majority good fathers and
provocations in the ears
of some selfish and
stubborn fathers.
August 15/2023
They were young starry-eyed, yet too soon so many had to die.
Brave to a fault with wanderlust of youth, no challenge spurned however seemingly uncouth.
In azure blue skies with only clouds as friends, they sought their prey through war's myopic lens.
No quarter given and none spared by their foes, incandescent bullets superseding schoolyard blows.
Skill and verve no match for destiny's roulette, to survive another day an all too losing bet.
Still they flew and fought with all their might, for love of country protecting it from blight.
Summoned by that bell with its strident chilling tones, pervading every pore of their worn and tired bones.
Verve and duty each relying on the other, no place to hide but raw courage as their cover.
For all those boys that fast turned into men, saving our isles from sweeping plain to gleaming glen,
We shall remember you forever in our lore, the few that gave so much and often so much more.
*Image of Lyre by LUT.
8 Lines Now Okay
Irked shadow's occasions a Sun,
Tolls a knell's lowly peal, begun.
Ill winds bade the palls hovering,
Time betrays caused uncovering.
Inch thoust trek thy countenance hid,
The belching rains down thoust forbid.
In looms thoust melt of Luna's lyre,
Thoust lieth in her soothing fire.
2022 August 15
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