Best Approval Poems
Exposed by Your divine glowing glance
My soul melted in carnality’s shame
Revealing hypocrisy lurking against guilt…
I earnestly repent midst judgment-balance.
Caught by Your compassionate look, never hasty
My heart yielded to be locked inside Your fortress, love-built
Delightfully abiding in Your gracious imprisonment
Braced upon mercy and truth’s security.
In Your omniscience, I’m kept in Your care
Never facing terror of grievous abandonment
You valued my being with grand significance…
Now, I can vanquish torturous loneliness-scare.
With Your approval, sealed by Your favour*
My faith, Lord, meets Your gaze of illumining fervour
Yielded I am for Your guidance in my endeavour
Offering to You my service as oblation of sweet savour.
*Psalm 106:4 Remember me, O LORD, with the favour that thou bearest unto thy people: O visit me with thy salvation.
February 25, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND CHOICE B" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/10/2020.
Its Quality! ... Its Class
Yes, Its Classic Style Will Last!
Its High Clique', Trés Chic' ... Demure
Its Fashion-Forward - Hauté Couture!
You Look Like Duchess Kate
You'll Really Wow Your Prom Date
It Looks Like A Vera Wang
What's The Price? ... Oh, Luv - Go Change!
I Ain't Paying That Much - For That Thang' !!!
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/12/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
According to Dr. Twelfth
Cosmetics impact health
Subvert true love by stealth
And squander limited wealth.
At the end of the day
Beauty rinses away
And the face on display
Appears withered and gray
All that money and pain
Is flushed down the drain
So its hard to explain
Why they do it again
When it comes to a test
The face men love best
Is not self-possessed
But quite manifest
In Ye Olde Gene Pool race
Neither beauty nor grace
Could begin to replace
A familiar face!
O Lord my God full of mercy and truth
I humbly come to you to seek your face
pleading your forgiveness and redemption
in emptiness I come to your amazing grace
Teach me Lord to be on my knees
reverently in godly fear speaking prayer
learning to listen to your still small voice
hearing you clearly is like clear morn air
Give me a mind for real study
make your word implanted in my heart
help me meditate upon it real deep
so your holy writ pierce me like a dart
Provide me with all spiritual weapons
to fight off the devils deadly attack
help me to stand strong against him
clothed in Christ’s righteousness no lack
Make me faithful to the end
holding forth your word divine
no matter what hold me close
Having that assurance you’re mine
O Lord fill me up with yourself
make me true to you as my friend
give me your holy approval in Christ
to walk in your steps I ask, Amen!
(Study to show yourself approved to God’) 2Timothy 2: 15)
I do hunger and yearn for the Almighty’s righteousness
To enjoy His offered relationship-graciousness
Only He can fill my soul’s grievous emptiness
Midst my heart’s need for total forgiveness
With His redemption-completeness.
I now hunger for God’s approval that brings Him glory
By faith’s appetite, vanquishing unbelief-misery…
Trusting His promises of enriching treasury
In proclaiming His Gospel story
I reach-out by His victory!
I earnestly hunger for the Lord’s commendation
Propelled by His prudence in my motivation
Constraining me toward holiness-direction
To love Him with sincere devotion
Satisfied by His compassion.
I indeed hunger for the Saviour’s strength toward service endurance
Believing that His omnipotence girds my weakness-appearance
Privileged am I to labour through His power’s assurance
Defying my arrogance as well as ignorance
In my gratitude’s exuberance.
I'm always hungering for Christ’s favor in my spiritual fulfillment
Cognizant that He delights in my Spirit-driven accomplishment;
His divine admonition gears me to His kingdom advancement
Including His merciful rebuke, reproof and chastisement
Upholding my stewardship commitment.
*Matthew 5:6 Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.
July 23,2019
2nd place, "Hunger" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 8/18/2019.
Exhausted entities
To breath in the exhaust
Fumes will be your fuel
Who's the fool now?
Drowning in a pool of your own spit
To find the perfect fit
Falling into a pit of ash
Uncovering your secret stash of secrets...
The truth will spill out
Get your fill of lies
Because every human's a spie of the FBI
Abandon your feelings of anguish
Abate your thoughts of appetency
Allure your beliefs in the apostles
Assuage your spirits of animosity
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Absolve your heart’s solid armor
Awry are your moods of aversion
Auras of your judgements atrocious
Alive are your dreams so auspicious
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Awakening your views on attrition
Attempting to give you real altruism
Appoint your joy to this admiration
Adoration of God’s Son’s approval
October 8, 2019
Crazy A's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
“I don’t want or need anyone’s approval”
And I used to think I was the immature teen
I’m your daughter, I should matter
But you’re a lost cause, sorry to be mean
Why’d you have me?
What made you think you could handle it?
You had smarter ways out
Instead of such a rocky way to quit
You now have a new man
Of course, who else would you have?
I’m sorry for the both of you
You‘re a poison made of two halves
You get angry when others help
Do you do it for laughs?
I’m sick of giving myself up
I’m not guilty anymore
I tried my best, I’ll live
While you’re stuck far from shore
My thoughts fueled the water
Making the tears pour
Now drown in your lies and hate
For I shall not listen your words of war
Push into me-
With all of your form swallowed whole as I press from my knees,
Shake me...
My sense of free-
Is pulled from the flesh: stretch the root to my chest as you run,
Through me.........
Force me aligned,
Leave your mark and I'll promise to take all of these...
Senses you rise,
Into others who can never follow me
Deep as I've seen,
Such a truth that your presence impressed into me...
Speak not to me,
For i give my heart to secrets, abhorred...
Who claims your soul?
Perhaps it's the one long ago who you thought was forgone...
Still them...
What can you be?
When all of your essence already was brought to the void...
With them..
Still leading hearts
To enable through what you impart onto them
The claim to your art
To remind inside where their embrace stayed
Sworn to their gaze
Instigations of dreaming their hearts memory
Reach not for me
As you rise to serve what you have born them.
Concur thee that while criticism leaves-
I dread to understand what it perceives,
Almighty fragments leaving it for dead
And if at all - all else, it too deceives.
I ask, if not for otherwords - a 'but',
Not equal to the terse but minute tut!
Will do, when equal option poses threat
How masterful is one contained in strut.
Agreed! It is important having made-
And pass it on as judgment to invade
Forlorn in this enquiry, heat of phrase,
The privacy of thoughts to which we fade.
I gloat on any verse which is approved
And only they may say, "I have improved",
Not knowing who they are or what they do
Again, is gross disdain I am removed.
Intention from the glory finding hold
If mind be trained, on whether it be told
The evil, from where criticism leapt;
Whenever it is used it’s simply cold.
To mask the said intention can but hurt,
What testing chain of infrastructures blurt
In which the outer frequencies resist,
Who louder than you do, raised self alert?
Who classifies the style in which defeats’,
Have certainly out-measured sombre beat
Like equaling the lungs exhaled in part;
By every phrase or form when time repeats.
seeking attention, the beast stalks;
seeking approval, the beast stalks;
attention;
seek it, the beast does;
always seeking, is the beast;
attention, constantly;
in the midst of life, the beast seeks;
to the point of annoyance, the beast seeks;
tugging, prodding, pushing problems upon others for attention;
...
cowers;
cowers when seeking turns to anger;
anger on the part of the attention giver;
always seeking attention leads to tension;
...
three step process;
one, the beast seeks attention;
two, the beast is denied by giver because preoccupied;
three, the beast cowers;
the beast does not cower because of fear;
the beast cowers because of the feeling of a wrong having been done because of interruption;
the beast apologizes, yet the feeling of interruption still reigns;
switch it up
approval;
seek it, the beast does;
always seeking, is the beast;
approval from parents, the beast seeks;
approval from friends, the beast seeks;
approval from life, the beast seeks;
is this good enough?;
will this do?;
always seeking approval, is the beast;
return
who is this beast?;
who is this beast?;
...i am the beast
Form:
Power's gone out, sure hope it's fixed soon
Got poems in my beano just bursting to bloom
Some award winning stuff
Like Shakespeare in the rough
Stardom awaits but need approval to resume
I gave up on winning my mothers approval because I never received it,
in doing so gave up on winning approval and set free of it,
I do not know what this win offers and thus I do not need it,
I do not crave peoples acceptance thus I do not seek it,
my self worth isn't based on how others choose to perceive it,
I see walking with the herd as a manipulated weakness,
filtering what's heard fronting fake a common feature,
the fitting in the needy fix a superficial fixture,
I'm a human amongst humans yet I am a different creature,
not driven by corrupted gains framing fraudulent picture,
achievements aint achievements if achieved through acts deceitful,
competition comes with honour when done honestly with people,
win or lose the honours true and selfish looks like evil,
sneaky sly behind ones back is hardly strong or lethal,
transparent honesty from me a helpless impulsive speaker,
I'll call you on your gaslighting unfair to those beneath ya,
confronting trouble causes trouble but I cannot leave it,
because trouble causes trouble and shielding it's defeatist,
allowing it only allows the starters to repeat it,
and everytime the trouble grows the trouble is exceeded,
alike approval grows a greedy taste and they must eat it,
too many of them climb the chain, leaderless as leaders,
without a gain to ascertain blind eyes refuse to beat it
avoiding wrongs to awkwardness no lesson my life teaches,
I was made to stand alone and fight them on the beaches,
my path is that, my path, on a course which only reaches,
stature born from fitting in stops freedom and breeds leaches,
the greater your approval needs, the greater is your weakness,
do what right, to do what right brings order and brings neatness
walking my own route through life, wearing my own sneakers!
I am everywhere
but within you
-and wild-
when you prove
a fair child
No happier could I ever be,
(Or feel a joy's enormity!)
Than to know a Soul as Poe-
Would say he likes my poetry!