Best Bestowment Poems
The day is done. Travel dispersed, no more roaming.
Between dusk and sunset, it’s the gloaming.
I settle to watch, inspired by that instant moment,
When day gives over to night a regal bestowment.
Lights begin to shimmer, as we near twilight.
Across the horizon created a radiant glow so bright.
This magical moment captured with a deep ruby hue.
Detailing an exquisite hefty crimson etched in view.
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of delight.
Heavily embossed across the faded sky, birds in flight.
Sunset’s glowing color of crimson and gold,
As night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold.
Whispers of a breeze wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Evokes aromatic bursts, sensual yet earthy by intent.
With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone.
I am nestled snugly, captivated by joy I've never known.
Capturing my imagination of a candle in glorious blaze,
My breath extinguishing it to create the dark night haze.
There is a field that we all know
That passed a torch where Soldiers go
Those that fell fought to the end
From that field they did ascend
To look upon the light relay
That made us free free this day
Rest in peace we do remember
This is done eleven November
In a field that's now a lot
Rows of cars I did spot
In the air a poppy blowing
Where I wonder is it going
Among the maple leaves that fell
This poppies color blended well
Lost it there but for a moment
Young child's find leaves bestowment
Conferred unknown mom what's this?
This my child so we don't miss
Small reminder Veterans that passed
So all can live in peace ever last
Secrets should always be easily shared.
Interaction rather than causation,
Unbridling the soul of all ties once aired.
No need for vigilant calculation,
Intent on seamless communication.
Just being with others in the moment,
A genuine, life-giving, bestowment.
III
But, of course, I had no dizzying towers
To burn...only bridges; and they were torched
Years ago in the urgency of my direst hours;
Along with so many mighty battlements sacked,
Countless golden fields scorched...
Afterall -- it was the age of Bronze!
I should have well known that in the flight
Of birds, in each cold dawns pale grey light,
I would eventually come to see the unalterable
Fates of Wilusha's last Imperial Scions:-
Tottering precariously - on the brink -
A world in crisis! Then the elopement...
Did you not once stop to carefully think
It through? Giddied no doubt by bestowment
Of that accursed title; just as if it were the
Same giddying rush
You have experienced from the heady
Potency of a full bodied, Oaked Chardonnay.
The coy performance at being required to strip --
An inner excitement at your self's shamed
Nakedness! The obvious insincerity on display
When receiving an invite to dine at the gaudy
Little bistro; your hot skin noticeably flushed
With the delirium of wine; frequently
Pressed to partake of yet another glass;
There was, he casually said, much to be
Desired in a pleasurable rape. Her audible gasp...
As if, from that roadside window, she was
Suddenly staring out over the idyllic plains
Of mythical Arcadia;
His eloquent assurances artfully calculated
To lend themselves to a distressful behaviour.
I'm learning to live in the moment
Stop fretting about the regrets of the past
Start shedding the dread that's amassed
Keep trusting in God's kind bestowment
I'm learning what 'Go with the flow' meant
Wise words that my more carefree friends used to say
When they grasped how to cherish TODAY
I'm learning to live in the mo...
Wow, isn't that an interesting cloud formation?
ADVENT OF SPRING
It was as though a sign had been received.
The master plan, held back, now caused enaction
As if nature’s endocrines had been released
Flooding our world with catalytic action
Pre-dawn the Song Thrush first perceived the moment
Her triple prelude showed she could recapture
(As day broke, light in a softer glow bestowment)
Her symphony of blissful, careless rapture
On this cosmic stage light rose imparting sheen
And sun lent equinoctial warmth to nourish
The hedgerows that had barely hinted green
Were now transformed to full fresh verdant flourish
In trees the sap is surging in ascension
A delicate jade mist now veils the canopy
Across the land life wakes in each dimension
Sweet Spring is clothing Nature in her full panoply
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The day is done. Travel dispersed, no more roaming.
Between dusk and sunset, it’s the gloaming.
I settle to watch, inspired by that instant moment,
When day gives over to night a regal bestowment.
Lights begin to shimmer, as we near twilight.
Across the horizon created a radiant glow so bright.
This magical moment captured with a deep ruby hue.
Detailing an exquisite hefty crimson etched in view.
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of delight.
Heavily embossed across the faded sky, birds in flight.
Sunset’s glowing color of crimson and gold,
As night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold.
Whispers of a breeze wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Evokes aromatic bursts, sensual yet earthy by intent.
With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone.
I am nestled snugly, captivated by joy I've never known.
Capturing my imagination of a candle in glorious blaze,
My breath extinguishing it to create the dark night haze.
ADVENT OF SPRING
It was as though a sign had been received.
The master plan, held back, now causing stirring
As if nature’s endocrines had been released
Flooding all the world with catalytic spurring
Pre-dawn the Song Thrush first perceived the moment
Her triple prelude showed she could recapture
(As day broke, light in softer glow bestowment)
Her first symphony of blissful, careless rapture
On this cosmic stage light rose imparting sheen
And sun lent equinoctial warmth to nourish
The hedgerows that had barely hinted green
Were now transformed to full fresh verdant flourish
A delicate jade mist veils sylvan canopy
Sweet Spring is clothing Nature in full panoply
December 18 Relationship to God Bible Meditations
Based on 2John-3John-Jude
Key Verse– 2John 1:9 Whosoever transgresseth, and abideth not in the doctrine of Christ, hath not God. He that abideth in the doctrine of Christ, he hath both the Father and the Son.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY DOCTRINE SOURCE
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your truth’s setting
Thank You for enabling me to walk after Your commandments’ pointing
Along Your grace, mercy and love’s anointing---
Surely, I rejoice greatly in Your vibrant greeting.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your declaration’s confession
Thank You for pardoning me for my admitted transgression
Along Your goodness, hope and compassion---
Surely, I abide always in Your enlightening revelation.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your health-wellness’ prosperity
Thank You for leading me in my journey of Christian charity
Along Your principles, precepts and statutes’ authority---
Surely, I listen eagerly to Your promises with their certainty.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your fellowship’s fullness
Thank You for writing unto me Your salutation of graciousness
Along Your kindness, peace and joyfulness---
Surely, I follow Your steps with submissiveness.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your calling’s diligence
Thank You for rescuing me from slothfulness causing negligence
Along Your advice, counsel and admonition against pride’s resurgence---
Surely, I humble before Your altar with my obedience.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your eternity’s knowledge
Thank You for making me choose Your grants of service-privilege
Along Your instructions, guidance and direction I acknowledge---
Surely, I cling firmly to Your assurance devoid of any sacrilege.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your work’s testament
Thank You for prodding me to make a difference against defilement
Along Your wisdom, holiness and faithfulness-bestowment---
Surely, I exalt Your name in my stewardship and discipleship’s fulfillment.
December 18, 2023
Let we rejoice the
creamy event
tomorrow,
And to say Eid
Mubrak with no
sorrow,
Remember to greet,
tweet and read,
Your inbox full of
bakra Eid,
To shake our hands
with benignity,
To quash the hatreds
of malignity,
This Eid brings the
message of
brotherhood and
humanity,
With divine
blessings and
bestowment of
sodality,
Wish you mirth, wish
you Joys,
Happy Bakra Eid with
highs.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of the Forgiving Betold
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust faileth thee but
'tis once at the weest hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2022 August 23
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of a Forgiving Challenge
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust failed thee but
'tis once a wee hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2019 September 23
February 17 Scripture Meditations Based on Joshua 21-24
Key Verse – Joshua 24:14 Now therefore fear the LORD, and serve him in sincerity and in truth…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME TO SERVE YOU
While upholding my commitment by Your security
To dwell in Your will’s certainly…
Thank You for enabling me to serve You in sincerity
Continually I rest in Your care’s serenity.
Thank You for enabling me to serve You in truthfulness
While increasing my faith by Your mightiness
To remain in Your Word’s steadfastness…
Continually I march along Your kingdom’s righteousness.
Thank You for enabling me to serve You in Your love’s fulfillment
While molding my heart by Your devotion-endowment
To grow in Your ways’ engagement…
Continually I delight in Your compassion’s bestowment.
Thank You for enabling me to serve You in Your victory
While leading my steps by Your guidance of no worry
To succeed under Your watchfulness’ territory…
Continually I triumph in Your name’s glory.
Thank You for enabling me to serve You in Your direction
While blessing my diligence with Your favoured action
To labour in Your work’s great commission…
Continually I go forward with Your order’s instruction.
Thank You for enabling me to serve You in Your prodding
While accepting my offerings with sacrifice-binding
To enjoy in Your worship’s feeding…
Continually I pray for Your goodness’ attending.
February 17, 2022
Poetry’s duty can’t be detached from poet’s heart*
who governs direction of muse at the very start.
Thus, a poet is challenged to be responsible
cognizant of task as influentially noble.
Since writing endeavours do create varied impact
poets are called to blend well with prudence --- tact and fact.
Having communication as foremost role
poetry seeks to engage with every reader’s soul.
As to subjects’ choice, whether in verse or rhyming voice
what matters most is truth’s sincere poise midst protest’s noise.
Buttressed upon such perspective, I present my view
governed by freedom of authors on what’s to construe.
To write about beauty, inspired by nature’s bounty
yields poetry that magnifies artistry of sovereignty.
Meanwhile, advocacy on justice and peace concerns
are declared by poets, along what Mother Earth yearns.
For all grim realities never to be denied
their poetical exposure is not set aside.
Hence, human nature --- featuring flaws, sins, selfishness
pervades in literature pages affirming our weakness.
With love prevailing, and care’s endearment reigning
poetry offers hope upon fervent faith shining.
Concluding my poet’s assignment for this moment
I’m grateful to God for His enabling bestowment.
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
October 16, 2020
August 18 Scripture Meditations Based on Hosea 4-5
Key Verse – Hosea 5:3 I know Ephraim, and Israel is not hid from me…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR NOT HIDING FROM ME
Thank You for not hiding from me Your compassion
Even though I have sinned against You in my wrong reaction…
Here am I repentant for my pride’s transgression
Please restore me along Your assured joy of salvation.
Thank You for not hiding from me Your mercy
Even though I have disobeyed You in my inconsistency…
Here am I humbled before You with sincere fervency
Please forgive me along Your ready clemency.
Thank You for not hiding from me Your chastisement
Even though I have deserved Your reproof and judgement…
Here am I needy of Your gentle treatment
Please help me along Your protective correction-bestowment.
Thank You for not hiding from me Your will
Even though I have doubted that Your promises You fulfill…
Here am I illumined because of Calvary’s hill
Please calm me down me along Your redemption bill.
Thank You for not hiding from me Your goodness
Even though I have defied Your commands’ seriousness…
Here am I grateful for Your loving kindness
Please uphold me along Your patient graciousness.
Thank You for not hiding from me Your counsel
Even though I have neglected to exercise spiritual muscle…
Here am I willing to learn from truth’s whole, not just parcel
Please direct me along Your teaching epistle.
Thank You for not hiding from me Your ways
Even though I have felt discouraged during challenging days…
Here am I responsive to Your enlightenment-rays
Please guide me along Your righteous pace.
August 18, 2022