Best Brace Up Poems
A Fool in Love
We could have been in love sometimes somehow
With the person we least expected
That feeling is always wild
That it could last you for a lifetime
True love is scares and hard to find
In the midst of our daily hustles and buzzle
We get caught in the irony of who is truly who
Wait a minute what's your definition of love?
Fill the blank space in your thought
Whatever comes is actually a cool response
Now here is the gist
A fool in love is fool at lost
They don't see the signs speaking in a still voice
Its speaking out loud that they cant hear
The wool is from their inner ear
They are carried away by the feeling in response to their emotions
Can your emotions be compare to your instincts?
Don't tell me you still don't understand
Have you forgotten when you were insulted?
Even a physical assault back then
Mutual respect was lost in the air
Understanding was no where to be found
The vision was blur that you needed a sun glass
You couldn't see above your nose
Danger was calling but you were far behind
Far behind that you needed to be yelled at
Danger was tired that he left unnoticed
How could you have forgotten so soon
You even had a dream that was opposite to your feelings
Yet you ignored and kept moving
Like a child who desperate for a breast milk
There's even a time a child pauses from taking breast milk
It will soon be reality .com
You have confused true love to your emotions.
Carried away by your sensations.
That you never read meaning to the signs aforementioned
Sheybe you see what it has caused you.
Its not time to regret
But try never to forget
What you have learnt in the process
You can now take a u-turn
From wherever you are not minding your destination and how far you have gone.
Realise you have wasted your hard earned time and move on
You are a fool in love when you are carried away by your feelings, emotions and not what love truly stands for
If you have been a victim
Brace up.
How steep is the slope in front of you
that you see it practically impossible to climb?
How wide is this Ocean
which seem insane to cross over?
Brace up, put your mind together
and just imagine the snow falls in June
and Flowers grow black petals.
Imagine Togo experiences Winter
and Red + Yellow gives white.
Imagine a huge Maize Tree
and a tuber of fresh green Apples.
Imagine Pigs with long wings
and a flock of Goats happily swimming.
Imagine standing under the rain
and not getting wet
Imagine hair grows on the palm
and a Cow walking on its Horn
Imagine February having 31 days
and December, just 28.
Imagine cartoon characters becoming real
and rolling 13 in two 6-sided dice.
Imagine the birth of a fluent German speaking Newborn
to an Arab Mum
after just 10 weeks of gestation.
And a 100km bridge, built with rubber
Imagine an innocent virgin
becoming pregnant with Triplets.
who created the new lives through the internet.
Imagine a Man, getting younger with age
and the cat and mouse peacefully coexisting.
Imagine fire, drying out water when they meet
and pepper becoming sweet while glucose becoming bitter.
Imagine the scent of a perfume smelling from a picture
and a Chest X-ray photo showing the intent of the Heart.
Imagine the best newscaster
as a bad stammerer
and the fastest runner
without Limbs.
Imagine the blind from birth
who's able to differentiate between Colours
and a retrograde existence
where Life starts after Death.
Imagine a Dog as the Master
and man as its pet
or a Camel,
passing through the eye of a needle.
Though impossible,
all can be pictured in the mind
which is the starting point of actualizing all forms of reality.
Since 'never' never exists
and St. Never's day isn't imaginable
your huddle then becomes a mere challenge
and in no time, you'll be at the top of the cliff
as you look down, smile and say
"Difficulty isn't impossibility"
Hold the head from hanging low,
On your face, let a light snow.
You fought and prayed, had a say;
Answering, God had His way.
We trust for the best and fain
To take His answer as gain.
What we mourn, eternal loss,
Brought Him glory on the cross.
Tears may roll, groaning tends to grow;
Faith may pale, yet upward flow,
Your beloved's beyond the gloom,
Nestled in heaven, safe from doom.
You should not weep or sorrow.
A pearl's gone, next a hollow,
She shall be found, when time's set,
Ensconced in Christ, free from fret.
Brace up in the storm, brother;
Only the living bother.
Your dear's won the precious peace
For which we strive, dare not cease.
In the pain, let your faith hone.
Cheer up, my friend! Grace isn't gone.
© 2015
She recall her day when she sat by the window
And saw the defiled sky to brace up on with spiritual phantasm
Of some demonic begrudges – amassing and making
The flushing spirit of the late evening merriments and bichrome realism.
She beshrewed the iniquity rushing by, but it pelted upon
It bastardized her against the immorality of the nature
And she held up with no parole and desires…
She felt herself interred to the nature that despair.
The inquity that brigthened with thunderclaps and silver storm
She averted her fear and assailed against this rage
Acquainted herself with the nature she forefended
Pounded for few moments and synced with the lifelike stage.
She clapped, she laughed, she fantasied with the zesty consequence
She danced, she danced with the drops falling from the sky,
She sung her own rhythm catching her steps divine
The music prolonged as the clouds lightened and twittery lyrics whistled thereby.
Enduring the theme, she limned in her imagination
A life she yearned-for, A life she was not expecting
She painted in her heart an amorist she was looking for
Holding his hand she balled on the miry stage with pavan relieving.
The lust she felt over her drizzly body
Closed her eyes as she felt the touch of his lips on her belly
He took hold of her waist and she accured the fanciful time with reverence
She dangled holding the dampen trunk of a tree, and embraced her amorist
temptingly.
The flushing spirit that bestowed with mightiness and relief
She glittered with love, spirit, esteem and belief
All of a sudden she roused from her phantasies
Withal the monsoon girl lived her day, ceasing all her grief.
God be praised and thanked for His wondrous grace
Surely awesome with His marvelous love
Always available to match His might.
Upon Him do I brace up my work’s might
While excelling as steward of His grace
Faithful in sharing His Gospel of love.
Always, I beseech His unfailing love
To strengthen my faith against weary might
For empowered service with fruits of grace.
Triumphant, I yield to God by His grace, love and might*!
*1Timothy 1:14 “…The grace of our Lord was exceeding abundant with faith and love which is in Christ Jesus.”
February 16, 2019
3rd place, "A Tritina for Messina" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 2/24/2019."
Sorry,if I looked ungrateful
And my attitude makes friendship stinks like rotten eggs;
Sorry if I am afar from our poetic accord,
It is not just me, it is my tutelage.
All a while I am a pupil
In another Land and different tongue
The Land I must know,the tongue I must speak;
I am a man-baby learning to walk
Pardon my fall when my feet slip.
Upon my shoulders lies now a new task
That promises to give me wings and takes me beyond the sky
Yet my elevator speaks in tongue and gives me rules:
Brace up or bolt out; the choice is yours.
So when I fail to pat your back for your crowing quil
Or congratulate you on the medal we jointly treasure
Worse still, acknowledge not your warming greetings
Remember this and pardon my fall when my feet slip:
It is not just me,it is my tutelage.
Amid falling leaves, I stand motionless
trying to understand their falling off;
is it agony of going into oblivion
or joy of freedom from a bondage.
But whatever it is, I feel amazed
at this repetitive magic of nature;
at the start of cycle of renewal
in physical and metaphysical sense.
Why do leaves change their colour
dazzling the entire environment;
and adorning bright crimson hues
before kissing dust to become dust?
Is it to reduce the meloncholy
of baring the trees of their loss;
or to celebetate a joy of freedom
in anticipation of oncoming spring.
Beyond a cold, grey winter
when new shoots will adorn the trees;
in green and other myriad hues
spreading the warm cheer again.
Whatever it may be, falling leaves
inspire me to prepare for change;
from my current state of being
weather good or bad, I not know.
It will, sooner or laterdesert me
and like falling leaves ask me;
to brace up to face cold winds
and persevere, in hope of a colorful spring.
This continual change will go on
for ever, till eternity, I guess;
the whistling breeze merrily helping
leaves to fall off as an agent of change.
Leaves believe they shall be replaced
by fresh young ones next season;
they let go and enjoy their freedom
celeberating their fall dancing with wind.
Yet they cannot help leaving behind
a sombre mood for those still attached;
signalling them to prepare for the inevitable
when their turn arrives, to depart.
Almighty God*, Source of breath and Sustainer of life,
Now and always, I seek for Your new, fresh, rejuvenating favor.
Earnestly along Your guidance, I beg for Your assured triumph
Wrought by Your workmanship while I worship You, exalting Your name.
Brace up my faith, as I wish the best for all, including my enemies
Led by Your love’s light to let me forgive and then forget their wrongdoings
Enable me, please, to serve You by Your grace as I reach-out to them.
Saved by Your blood of wondrous sacrifice, I ask that You redeem their souls
Sanctify them through Your imparted righteousness
Enrich them with Your provisions’ of supply-abundance
Drive them toward Your heart with serenity.
Bless them with Your bountiful benefits
Enable them while empowering them to do right.
Grant them wisdom, knowledge, and discretion in dealing with oppositions
Instill in them kindness and understanding to be at peace with foes.
Nourish them so then can befriend those adversaries
Nurture them spiritually while they offer pardon to persecutors
Inspire and influence them with Your Word to win over frustration-causes.
Never give up on me and on them as we acknowledge our frailties.
God, we esteem YOU: You’re our everything; without You, we're nothing.
*Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God…
April 14, 2019
Edited on December 20, 2023
3rd place, "Good wishes for my enemy" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 1/4/2024
On a cold frosty December morning snow has already visited the land so bare so dreary,
With its mighty sword it has cut down dahlias and made us look after any tender plants,
In the north sky the aurora borealis, flashed, a winter tale says it is a sign of cold,
So once more we prepare for hoary frost and snows, a sharp slap from an evil east wind.
Those who wrap up in warm cloaks, coats, and fine furs they will bare the bitter chill,
For those fortunate people, a fire blazes in their homes, a table well spread are glad,
But put you hand on your heart and tell, how many will miss these things in the winter,
The many with the huge burden of suffering and freezing how they must yearn for spring.
For those who can we must lend a hand to lighten distress that will certainly prevail,
We must brace up our hearts, forget our own troubles to assist others when called upon,
We must rouse all the slumbering humanity in our nature and collect warm coats not warn,
How much better will they be on the backs and beds of our suffering in the cold winter.
We decide how we will die
by how we live,
we can only achieve what
we can concieve,
what we will recieve lies in
what we believe,
what we get are the grain
of what we give.
Nothing works by itself,
someone is working it
small seeds grows to
become tall tree bit by bit,
life is a fight, won by those
who refuse to quit,
winners are not always
those who looks fit.
Blame game is nothing but
a big lame game,
the future belongs to those
who do no blame...
Knowing that, errors like
fire becomes flame
and things will not always
remain the same.
When troubles thrives, men
tends to give up
knowing not that pains are
needed to grow up,
life is a beautiful battle for
those who brace up,
steping up requires major
or minor set ups.
We were given our life
without any bargain,
we decide how to live, in
pride or pit of pain.
Life sometimes toss us to
troubled terrain,
be we decide to give in or
harvest golden grain.
Called for blessed volunteer service flight
My soul responded with mixed feelings’ height
Yet prevailing was God’s compassion-might
Thus, I plunged into care giving delight.
Acknowledging ambivalent heart
I faced orphanage tasks midst challenge-dart
Strengthened by Christ* to fulfill my best part
With divine approval right from the start.
With years of care giving to the fullest
Expertise is earned through love so earnest
Learning to practice sincere kindness-zest
Toward triumphant great life-building crest.
Now, I enjoy surrogate mother role
Basking in successful child-bathing goal
Midst gracious patience from south-to-north-pole
For special son to feel nice, freshly whole.
I feed him, meeting his appetite need
Letting his tongue savor nutritious breed
That includes veggie, cereal, fruit and seed
With meat or fish, palatable indeed.
Then to fruitful learning I usher him
Midst sign language along funny sound-whim…
When he hears my voice, devoid of strict grim
He shows thumbs-up with smiles of gladness’ brim.
Daily, I help him drive himself with glee
Letting him propel wheel chair of fun-spree
Allowing his laughter to reign freely
Against boredom from where he wants to flee.
In therapy sessions, he has my cheer
Clapping for him so he won't shed a tear
In his difficulty, he finds me near
As sweet Mom, holding precious one so dear.
Striving to brace up his functional zeal
I enable him to soar with faith’s seal
As my spirit hopes for progress that's real
Always, we both seek God through prayer deal.
Such is scenario of care giving act
I’m exposed to with eternal impact
Hence, I thank the Lord for blessings, full-packed
Brought by expertise yon profession*’s fact.
*Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
**I’m a Registered Social Worker who is a full-time church orphanage volunteer house parent.
April 3, 2023
Contest Name: Expertise in Verse
Sponsor: Jaymee Thomas
On a cold frosty December morning snow has already visited the land so bare so dreary,
With its mighty sword it has cut down dahlias and made us look after any tender plants,
In the north sky the aurora borealis, flashed, a winter tale says it is a sign of cold,
So once more we prepare for hoary frost and snows, a sharp slap from an evil east wind.
Those who wrap up in warm cloaks, coats, and fine furs they will bare the bitter chill,
For those fortunate people, a fire blazes in their homes, a table well spread are glad,
But put you hand on your heart and tell, how many will miss these things in the winter,
The many with the huge burden of suffering and freezing how they must yearn for spring.
For those who can we must lend a hand to lighten distress that will certainly prevail,
We must brace up our hearts, forget our own troubles to assist others when called upon,
We must rouse all the slumbering humanity in our nature and collect warm coats not warn,
How much better will they be on the backs and beds of our suffering in the cold winter.
Shall I say I care
yet not dare show I do?
Your looks lock onto my eyes:
the charm, the shine spells
me pale.
I try to brace up flickering courage,
but fumble——fear pecks at my heart;
alone, I'm lost hugging
a dumb hearth all night,
weeping.
My eyes redden at dawn...bulge
at the budding white rose
drooping in glistening dew.
I can't just bear the flare
in my heart.
Oh...
I dare not!
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Too Much Pain
My heart is confounded.
My mind was astounded.
Compassion grew thick.
When someone was sick.
I used my best judgment.
To help with the ailment
My kindness backfired.
Now, my head is in mire.
I hope that my God will
Send comfort from His hill.
And brace up my hurt heart.
As living now seems tart--
I learned a hard lesson.
So, now I am regressing.
Back to my sheltered place
That is lost behind...my face.
Until never—
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Rhyme
September 26 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Micah 6-7, and Nahum 1-3
Key Verse – Micah 6:8 He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR SHOWING WHAT IS GOOD TO US
Praise be to God for showing what is good to us for our:
Blessings as He builds our faith
Benefits that brace-up our future
Blooming beauty around His fellowship
Brand as His Bible believers in His faithfulness
Best, buttressed by His besieging fervency’s firmness
Micah 7:7 Praise be to the Lord
for encouraging us to look unto Him:
Loving Him around His love
Letting Him lead us through His light
Learning from His laws against laziness
Leaning upon Him along liberating loyalty
Living for Him while listening to His lessons
Nahum 1:7 The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.
Praise be to the Saviour for being good and our:
Sure salvation from sins’ penalty
Stronghold through Scriptural principles
Secured shelter against selfishness, so perilous
Steadfast source of supplies, sufficiently prosperous
Sovereign supernatural and special settlement-pillar post
Nahum 2:13 Praise be to the Almighty
for admonishing us against our:
Haughtiness highlighting our weakness
Hopelessness heaping with our worries
Helplessness that is hindering our worth
Heartaches for not being holy in our walk
Handicap halting our health as well as welfare
Nahum 3:5 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for making us aware of our shame we need to:
Confess to Him for His cleansing
Cast to Him for His holy covering
Cry about to Him midst our consecration
Carry to Him as He cares for our conversion
Castigate by His compassion toward Christ-likeness. Amen!
September 26, 2024