Somewhere deep within me nestles
A savvy-looking monster wrestles,
Keen to emerge and probe the world
lest in hell he will have me hurled.
I was not sure, and I was not willing
to let him have too much a thrilling
He will come out and create mayhem,
and here lies the root of my problem.
It behooves me not to let the Genie out
It’s a moral dilemma with grim fallout
Keeping the Pandora’s Box tightly shut
Or my life gets caught in an endless rut.
~Contest: Faced with Monsters
~Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon.
I am the ruler of Vienna, Duke Vicentio.
As a friar, I have gone incognito.
In my absence, I have appointed my deputy, Angelo.
I hoped Angelo would rule efficiently.
However, incompetence is now all I see.
It behooves me to remove him immediately.
Based on the play "Measure for Measure", by William Shakespeare
My voice is heard through a pen
Feelings spill time and again
Sorrow, laughter ~ verse and rhyme
Lines written in paradigm
When my pregnant thoughts are born
Ink is blood pricked by a thorn
Sonnets, Limericks beguile
Imagery behooves my style
God Forgives And Forgets
By: Miracle Man
1/29/2025
The risen sun of each life too quickly will set,
our manner of life will determine what we get.
We’ll stand before the judgment seat of Mighty God,
and answer for each deed upon the path we trod.
So it behooves each one to seek forgiveness now,
and then not loose any unfirm hand from the plow.
We know not the time, place, or hour our sun will set,
but when God forgives us from sin, He will forget.
Our Destination
Written: by Miracle Man
6/19/2024
The paths that we travel all point toward death,
So it behooves us each day to do our best.
For none know, save God, when comes our final breath,
Or what might lie in store for our parting test.
Knowing that for our sin Jesus did atone,
Giving us a choice between purpose or drift.
So at Jordan’s crossing we’ll not cross alone,
God’s outstretched hand is ready to give a lift.
A season of reflection,
We set ourselves apart,
We lay our hearts on the altar of meditation,
We alight from dawn’s cart.
We hold the lamp into the night,
We search the hidden places of our chamber,
We sojourn into the light,
Awakened from our souls’ slumber.
A season of rebirth,
There’s an overhauling from the inside,
We draw out from the wells of mirth,
It’s evident on the outside.
We’re remoulded as we seek the Divine,
We’re in tune with nature,
We’re joined to the pristine vine,
This behooves a sturdy stature.
April 2, 2024.
"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan
Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms,
yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss.
When one confront internal mechanisms,
whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss.
A conundrum conspires an endowed soul,
behooves postmortem liken achievement.
Where'er wits helix baptism, buried hole,
an urchin crawlspace, be I foundling sent.
Newborn bid birthright a pardoned envoy,
of mature absence deemed as uncharted.
Internals blueprint designed, bad employ,
indeed, tunnels end--will be lights outed.
Rare conscientiousness temper unknown,
infiltrate hallmark translates as dethrone.
wither
away not
to thee gifts reason
of art
wingless dove bestilled
on halfpace empyreal thy breast behooves
thee further
o'er yond clingiest fairgrounds
moor dawning flora
promising showboat sanctifying lightness
up from their beds and
to their feds and down
to their peds
all the same maternally presence clement
intimate cavernous fire claimants contest
a fleeting gesture
of unattainable love
Why are we here, you and I, existing?
Mankind searches for Why, but also How;
we waste too much of our life resisting--
the fact that the Time for Mercy is NOW!
God, our Creator, loves us! (I avow)
It behooves us to know, love, and serve God
I reject reincarnation as odd
God gave us each a soul for Him to love
We've one lifetime to find His path to trod
Aim higher! To Eternity -- above!
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Submitted: Friday, Aug. 11, 2023
Why are we here Poetry Contest
Poetry Contest Deadline: Friday, September 8, 2023
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Tears are the words of my heart,
My heart’s faltering voices
The reassuring echoes of my soul;
When my heart hurts
my eyes cry tears,
They also shed tears
when my sad soul rejoice.
Lo, my life is engulfed
in a raging firestorm,
like the flowing molten lava
a trail of tears streams down
setting my soul on fire.
As each leaf falls and each teardrop shed,
they tell a tale:
Falling leaves foreshadow
the onset of winter.
So do falling tears forebode
the coming of woeful nights…
Oh, as the season turns
and as the time turns,
It behooves us to turn over a new leaf
and tear apart from the hurting past.
Nothing soothes me,
Nothing grooves me,
Nothing behooves me.
I’m grasping at branches,
Bandaging the stanches,
But I still don’t understand it.
IT being what’s happened to me,
The source of my abject misery,
Which simply isn’t clear to me.
I wish that it would clear for me,
But I don’t expect to see
Life ablaze and bright for me.
I don’t know what is right for me.
I’m trying to rediscover me
Since I lost the crux of me.
I don’t know when I lost it,
Only know it’s a struggle to gets
Beyond what I’d like to forget.
I’m so caught up in regret,
Fear it’ll cause my death.
Forgive me, I’m bereft:
Just blame my lame
And sorry mental health.
With each and every single rhyme
I must announce: it's Mercy Time!
Not time yet-- for Judge of Justice
Before it's too late: trust! Be His! :)
First disciples thought He'd return
...Soon after Ascension's sojourn--
The world's waited... 2,000 years!!
Behooves to pray till He appears...
When I see a sunshine-split cloud
I often wish "Come Back!" (aloud)
But He makes visits, to my heart
Reminds me we're not far apart :)
--Separated-- let us not be... :-(
Like the Trinity, One in Three :-)
As swift behooves,
In challenging quest,
Competitive hearts,
Race their best,
A treasure to win,
One measurable test,
For equine ones,
The World's Best.
new renditions to have compared later. This is with As starting out on first line.
Omniscience
Miracle Man
2/9/2023
God calls me redeemed; I’m not judged in a group,
He sees hidden things without need of a loupe.
Because He is omniscient despite His unseeing,
He knows each imperfection that clouds my being.
There is no thing that’s beyond His knowing,
so It behooves me each day to view seed I’m sowing.
That always, in my witness, my testimony is real,
for on judgment day He will grant me no appeal.
Christmas spirit reigns---
lingers with “good tidings of great joy,
which shall be to all people"*
radiates compassion
from God, source of love
granting gift of eternal life
received through faith
assures blissful serenity
sealed by blessed hope...
surpassing "Merry Christmas" greetings.
Prevailing Christmas message
keeps on reverberating jubilantly
midst divine triumphant hymns
as nativity-scene vividly flashes:
manger birth of the Saviour Emmanuel**
along earth parents, Mary and Joseph
angels’ carols vibrantly exclaiming
“Glory to God in the highest,
And on earth peace, good will toward men…”***
delighting everyone for promised redemption.
Christmas spirit behooves our hearts
toward thanksgiving praise to the Almighty
for heavenly enrichment
offered through His Son, Jesus Christ
Who left His majestic throne above
reaching down to mankind
offering His very own life…
Such exemplifies wholehearted giving and sharing
we can practice even beyond Christmas season.
*Luke 2:10; **Matthew 1:23;***Luke 2:14
December 11, 2022
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