I have a sweet sister called Jay,
she has this pure lovely warm smile,
it is not in any way fake or put on,
her bright look is shared with all,
it’s the one thing that stands out,
as that smile means a huge heart,
she can sense pain from afar,
and with real care asking how,
may I kindly ease your pain,
with lip turning and eye shine,
known as that lovely beam on,
sister Jay lighting up the world
My mom will be proud.
Look what I made in Arts-and-Crafts today.
The teacher said it's great.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Across the way, I can replay
Scenes from the past, like a wandering day
Of hope and tenderness on the blue bus
Among riders, hurried but generous.
As such stars passed through Montana, eyes stared,
With nice young men, jobless, steeped in despair,
Yet, still the road offered joy and surprises,
Bright beaches beneath friendly sunrises.
Felt like an odyssey beaming with light,
And together we basked in shared delight.
An Indigenous man offered his lore
Of fertile wild land and truths we'd ignored.
There was such shared hope interspersed with pain,
Each mile a drumbeat, each gain our domain.
Beaming with hopeful bliss
My heart faces challenges midst grace
As God assures triumph*
I claim against mocking doubt.
With varied tasks along different roles
My faith remains steadfast
Striving to fulfill assignments
I accept against attacking weariness.
Grateful for privilege to reach-out
My spirit persists, inspired by divine cheer
Sharing very best with zest
Prayerfully seeking for miracles
I expect against struggling commitment.
*2Corinthians 2:14 - Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
April 24, 2025
3rd place, "Write Thirteen Beautiful Lines" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/24/2025
Written: June 10, 2024
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It was in wildlife that my soul was born,
Enjoying serenity under the night stars.
My heart was never designed to lorn,
Along paths not yet trodden, no scars.
To struggle through brittle stones,
Subtle shades surround lush trees.
Whose dulcet azure dusk hones,
Sets blaze to all that is in the breeze.
And when it's dark outside at night,
Sate a bite of the night sky in sight.
To recall my soul, just close your eyes,
Set my heart close to yours, and rise.
I searched for stones and oaks,
On the edges of my stumbling feet.
To tell the truth, I once searched for jokes,
Walking between your heartbeats.
So plump and round on a summer night,
The aroma of fields fried in sunshine fills the air.
Inhale and hold your hand to your spright,
When you search for me, I'll be there.
sun beaming through glass
rich-rays of rainbow lashes -
God’s eye near and far
Boiling the kettle making a drink
Standing alone with time to think
Dishes to clean floor to brush
Where do I start I need a push
Pull yourself together and tackle the mess
Dig out those marigolds and get rid of that stress
Kitchen chaos can spiral out of control
Not facing the problem, you will not reach that goal
Keep on top of that daily cleaning
You will burst with pride and always be beaming
Not being afraid to invite your friends for a get together
Your newly cleaned kitchen looks like it’s had a makeover
Proud and excited things are looking up
Do not let old habits slip it will be back to looking at muck
Its easy to become lazy again over time
Stick to your regime and your kitchen will be fine
Through tomorrow's beaming hopeful eyes,
life's sun shines with optimism
and will continue to set
over the horizon
in the midst of these
uncertain times.
We'll walk through
any
fire.
Date written: 03/22/2020
look at me here
a moment in my past
I hardly recognize myself
looking radiant
beaming
sure of myself
I barely remember being
that young
my future’s
script unwritten
hopeful
optimistic
confident
there I am
before the scars of time
AP: 1st place 2021, 3rd place 2020
This translucent beam of light
Transmits waves that touches your heart
Creating warm feelings of love
It glows through your eyes
Then moves to the one you love
It reflects back to you as a mirror would do
Touching your heart then receiving love
The glow emitted brings a powerful heat
That warms your whole body with love
Once these two beams of light meet
Their light shines with passions of love
Creating this mixture of love
Every so often this mirror will crack
Interrupting these beams of love
Repairing the mirror takes a blast of heat
That melts these two mirrors back together
If you turn off the switch to the beam
You will lose this refection of love
Causing a darkness that will shatter these mirrors
You will have lost all your meaning of love
B-eautiful day brings
J-oy to the heart, mind, and soul,
A-s the sky is bright.
Topic: Birthday of Bernadette J. Abalos (March 9)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
AT THREE TEN AM I GOT OUT OF BED.
I RUBBED MY EYES AND SHOOK MY HEAD.
I WENT TO THE KITCHEN TO QUENCH MY THIRST.
ON MY WAY THERE I STRUCK BY A BURST.
IT CAME RIGHT THROUGH THE ROOF AND FOCUSED ON ME.
IT TOOK SEVERAL SECONDS. BUT I FINALLY BROKE FREE.
I'M COMPLETELY AWAKE, NOW AT THIS TIME.
AND YES I WAS, BLOWN RIGHT OUT OF MY MIND.
MY HART WAS POUNDING, BUT THAT DIDN'T MATTER.
MY QUEST FOR SOME WATER, HAS COMPLETELY BEEN SHATTERED.
BUT MY CURIOSITY GOT THE BEST OF ME.
I WASN'T SURE I SEE WHAT I SEE.
I TOOK A STEP FORWARD AND ENTERED THE BEAM.
IT SEEMED I WAS FLOATING IN SOME KIND OF DREAM.
IT'S SOME KIND OF BEAM, BUT, INSIDE IT SEEMS TWISTED.
I LOOKED ALL AROUND BUT NO INSTRUCTIONS WERE LISTED.
ONE HOUR LATER I WOKE ON UP THE FLOOR,
WHEN I THOUGHT I HEARING A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.
My woman’s spirited disposition
casts dreamy masculine awakenings
which offer delightful fascination---
her laughter bestowing iridescence.
Through cycles’ darkening consequences
she provides warmhearted sanctuary—
a lighthouse enfolding disturbances
through graceful affection, eternally.
Manny Paras 21 Sept 2014
THE LIGHTHOUSE Contest, nette onclaud
-- This was difficult but challenging!
Sunshine and showers,
Bring beautiful flowers,
Beaming out,
Each grow; each sprout,
Joining our world here,
Giving a scent to share,
Each stem from below,
The children watch slow,
For its spring time,
The seeds are worth a dime,
Making this land,
Worthwhile with hand,
Gardening tools,
Are brought to schools,
Children make this beauty,
The flowers start to bloom with duty,
As they become more,
Starting from the core,
Drawn out in light,
Watch closely from distance in sight.
.
Crystalline
beaming at
my
the flower’s bloom
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