Best Championing Poems
She wears her soul on her nuclear skin
Brightest chartreuse yellow
morphs into roseate pink,
promising peace
she illumes from within her
There is only one of her,
yet is never alone
her golden rays cascade
warmth in cobalt skies
embracing as she dwells alongside
touching universes both eternal,
balanced with an external expression
in both realms reflection
overlooking the gallant mountain tops
gentle undulating waves,
fullness in emptiness
amongst Spring’s delicacies
a force of nurturing generosity
fostering spirit giving endlessly
championing her cause
She watches from behind
the highest hilltops,
below the erosion formed summits
Setting onto the lowlands
and forbidding foothills
as her changing light
transforms the ether
she gazes at the unfolding
of the stars, faint specs,
she is still, in their presence
as the blue evokes
his calm, she catches glimpses
shades of salmon trail faded ones,
they bring hopeful sonnets
May she let subdued
light shine upon her
blushing rays?
Perhaps one day,
whilst the night’s indigo sky
looks after her
The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really bad hair
Matching those dowdy, plain dresses she'd wear ...
While husbands toiled in obscurity for large corporations
The "Ugly Americans," reviled by most other nations
Their stay-at-home wives feeling mostly frustration
Downing "happing pills" daily instead of real medication
Their sons sporting letter sweaters, obedient jocks,
Their daughters in plaid skirts and white bobby socks
Penny loafers and saddle shoes were in for ten years
Along with white levis and coca-cola -- never rum, never beer
Yet how about Krushchev's dust-ups with Tricky Dick Nixon
What about Sputnik 1 and the panic it put us in
And remember George Wallace and old Lester Maddux
Hosing down *******, echoes of Crispus Attucks ...
The rise of brutal pro football threatened apple pie and baseball
Heralding the next decade's premiere spectator sport, i.e., 'spaceball'
Joe McCarthy dug up the dirt of a "red scare's" nitty gritty
In the work of the House un-American Activities Committee
Then there was Rosa Parks refusing to sit in the back of the bus
Championing the yearning for justice in so many of us
And the music, the music, so outrageously wild
Chuck Berry, Richie Valens, the Big Bopper -- that overgrown child
Yes, the Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though we shan't heed the call of those who'd return us to there
"Passion"
Passion is what fuels each and every Soul
Igniting a fire that needs to be told
Inspiration fulfilled, destiny defined
Dedication to a cause so utterly sublime
Romancing the heart that's been reduced to stone
Championing the struggles of those who've been wronged
Preparing our innocence, the reason so many teach
Practicing through discipline, perfection finally reached
july 27, 2018
9/22/2023
Just like the lake of melting wax, on a candle gives off light,
Life is not about championing the selfish, golden prize!
Hopefully, I stay thankful with all my earthy might.
And, pray that I may one day, be welcome to Paradise.
I know how circuitous and bizarre life can be on this earth.
There are bright poet-angels on this firmament to support you.
But you, poets, know how cherished you were since birth.
Through at time..others are so disingenuously untrue!
From me comes deepest, soul-aqueous blue, appreciation
Blessed by waterfall. lessons on life, I studiously learned.
Transformations, not spigots of information.
And I know, you each will get all you truly deserved.
Prayer Poem Dedicated to Malala of Pakistan
Malala has dedicated her childhood to championing education for girls like her in Pakistan. As she lies in a hospital bed, a tragic victim of Taliban gunmen, let's help make her dream come true.
Pakistan's constitution says girls should be educated alongside boys, and the government has the resources to make it happen. But politicians have ignored that for years, influenced by extremist religious groups, and now, only 29% of girls attend secondary school. Study after study has shown the positive impact on personal and national income when girls are educated. Courtesy Avaaz
I have Twitted My Photo Poem on 17th Oct 2012 for Malala
https://twitter.com/i/#!/kapoor_/media/slideshow?url=pic.twitter.com%2FsRpkWvZI
A Prayer to God (Khuda)
Let knowledge & education
Touch and shape the dreams
Of every girl child
Of Pakistan.
Let the flowers of real Happiness
As it blooms, on the charming face of Malala
Touch the smiles
Of every citizen of Pakistan.
Let the light of Khuda (God)
Flashes on the minds
Of all the citizens of Pakistan
Who want to see
A prosperous and Happy Pakistan.
Let education and knowledge
Bloom to spread their fragrance
For all the Girl childs
Of India and Pakistan.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 17th Oct 2012
Note: I pray to God to save the life of this precious girl Malala, who was trying to save the lives of hundreds and thousands of girl children of Pakistan from getting lost in the darkness of Illiteracy.
Ravindra
Northside of Chi-Town is full of emotion.
In the ‘45 Series Cubs and Tigers are battling.
Sianis buys two tickets to show his devotion.
Is booted ‘cause his billy goat won’t stop bahbling.
He curses the Cubbies and causes a commotion.
But spring is rooted in fans' love and devotion
Like lush, green, yellow, crimson, ivy will never
Stop growing. Year after year fans fear
Hearts will shatter but remain forever
Faithful chanting “Wait ‘til next year!”
Generations grow up cheering with great emotion.
Generations grow old enduring gut-wrenching loss
Bleeding among Lovable Losers time
And again, but no Cubbie faithful dares cross
To the Southside—it’d be a traitorous crime.
In 2003, faithful fans’ love and devotion
Promises fruition as Dusty Baker
Arrives Northside heralded as the Cubs’ savior.
But NLCS Game 6 at Wrigley is a heartbreaker.
Cubs need five outs but collide with a traitor.
Steve Bartman’s still in hiding; his name elicits emotion.
Castillo’s bat aims grenade over foul territory.
Cubs’ fielder Alou springs towards the heavens to snatch
But when feet touch dirt Cubs land in purgatory.
Faithful gasp: Curse of the Billy Goat sets a rematch.
Since that fateful day in ‘45 exploding with emotion
Wrigley hasn’t seen another World Series.
Since Bartman's affair in 2003, Cubs haven’t won
A playoff series. But Billygoat yaks to Mrs. O’Leary’s
Ol’ Cow an’ scoffs at the new scapegoat’s unearned run.
In 2011, after 91-losses, Ricketts proves his devotion
Adding the sabermetrics guru who now values emotions.
Epstein arrives at Northside championing human connections
Rebuilds Cubs’ roster with players who reverse the motion
108-years and character solves equation for a winners’ resurrection.
Hearts ripping open is a crushing emotion
But fans never stopped believin' in near
Foreseeable future ‘cause they’re loyal
Lovers and nothin’s as good as baseball ‘n’ beer
At Wrigley for 81 games on your own home soil.
Alluring kindness in a gentle, caring gaze,
Altruistic spirit, a beacon in a maze.
Anchor in the storm, a whisper, soft and strong,
As she walks among us, righting every wrong.
Anchored by humility, a beacon ever bright,
Brave spirit, championing justice with gentle might.
Considerate whispers mend a heart that's torn and frayed,
Down-to-earth laughter chases shadows, unafraid.
Empathy's embrace, a refuge warm and wide,
Fiercely compassionate, with burdens she confides.
Grounded in reality, dreams take graceful flight,
Humility, a crown she wears, a gentle, guiding light.
Integrity is her compass, on life's untrodden ways,
Joyful spirit, lighting paths through darkest, stormiest days.
Kindred souls she welcomes, with an open, accepting mind,
Lifting spirits with a touch, a solace they can find.
Modest triumphs whisper tales of battles fought and won,
Nurturing the vulnerable, 'til hope's new day has begun.
Open-minded to all voices, a symphony untold,
Passionate for a better world, a story yet unfolds.
Quiet strength, a steady hand, on life's ever-changing ledge,
Realistic dreams ignite a spark, defying every pledge.
Respectful gaze meets every eye, a bridge across the divide,
Selfless acts, a silent song, with love as her guide.
Tenacious spirit, breaking down the walls of fear,
Unassuming confidence, a whisper, loud and clear.
Vulnerable openness, a tapestry so bright,
Wisdom's gentle whispers guide her through the darkest night.
Yearning for a brighter dawn, her passion burns so true,
Zealous for justice, a warrior bathed in gentle dew.
Zealous for a brighter world, a warrior bathed in light,
Zest for life, a beacon burning ever bright.
Zenith of compassion, a heart forever true,
A song unsung, a tribute just for you.
I am writing to ask you about yourself
And your family in Nigeria and other black countries.
I have seen the bitter difference here;
The difference between Nigeria and other countries,
Then tears stream down from my eyes as I watch
My people in sorrow and suffering--
I cried as I watched the development here and
Looking back home I remembered our dark streets
And, the roads in tears of potholes and refuse.
Here I am, there is constant power supply,
Good road Network; free from potholes and dirties.
The street lights are working and the drainage
Channels are well strutured like those at Onitsha.
We have an enjoyable atmosphere; free from
Polluted air and polluted water unlike our country.
The government are more interested in Revenue generation rather than revenue sharing and aloitment of public funds.
Everyone is involve in the building of the nation,
They promote fiscal discipline, job creation and economic growth, sport development, restoring confidence in their health sector;
Championing peace, ensuring gender equality and woman empowerment, stabilizing the strength of their sub-region, empowering the youth to be productive home and abroad and,
The educational sectors are not abandoned to strike.
Here I am with tears for our beloved country;
The country whose leaders concentrated more on oil
And abandoning the other sphere of the economy.
Then, we were the highest cocoa producing country but another wiser has taken the glory from us.
Years back, we were the highest oil producing country in Africa but Angola has taken over.
We are no longer producing yam and other Agricultural products.
What happens next if the oil wells dry up tomorrow?
Friend, I have seen the different in my quest for greener pasture.
Tomorrow only can tell where we are going-
Say me well to your family, hope to hear from you
Tales of my country, my craving ears await you.
WILLIAMS
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
#Nigeria# Africa#Tale of poetry#
Exultant joyous voices
magnify the God of glory
Triumphant midst sustained
hymns of Gospel story
Radiant countenance of church singers*
vanquishes misery…
Jubilant choir members** are they
enraptured with divine victory.
Greatness of the Lord reverberates
along their songs of praise
Kindness from heaven they declare,
devoid of flat notes’ trace
Blissfulness reigns in their medley,
championing mercy and grace…
Faithfulness exuded by Christ anchors
their music ministry commitment-brace.
Exalted is the loving Saviour
in their thanksgiving chorale rendition
Spirited worship marks melodious notes
sung upon faith expression
Delighted souls are drawn
toward joyously earnest adoration…
Granted service-blessings
blend with their harmony’s perfection.
*2Chronicles 5:13 It came even to pass, as the trumpeters and singers were as one, to make one sound to be heard in praising and thanking the LORD; ... saying, For he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever: that then the house was filled with a cloud, even the house of the LORD.
**Choir Members of the Christian Bible Baptist Church, San Pedro, Laguna, Philippines
November 22, 2019
1st place, "Your Favorite Artist" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 11/26/2019.
She was born embracing a silver spoon
yet she eternally hungered for love
Searching her whole life
then she was gone too soon
She became the peoples’ princess
while still vulnerable and shy
Quickly gaining our admiration and praise
becoming our defining royal jewel, Lady Di
She bore her country a pair of charming princes
maybe the only true love she ever found
While battling her own torment without a sound
fulfilling her duties and championing her causes
Maybe she is still seeking herself in eternity
for a song to play to her tune
Sadly, the rest of our love for her came
after she was gone too soon
Tormented by unconfessed sins’ grief gloom
My soul is vexed from its self-righteous poise
Defying it draws me nigh toward angst doom
Denying thereby haunts me with guilt’s noise.
Justifying as human nature feat
My heart blames pride of its dominion height
Midst the championing insult of deceit
Leaving me forlorn, bereft of bliss’ light.
Seeking forgiveness against distress-woes
My spirit clamors for serene haven
Trusting the Lord God to vanquish sorrows
Claiming His love’s clemency from heaven.
Grateful to Christ for His pardon-filled grace
I bow down to Him, exultant with praise.*
*Psalm 28:7 The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.
January 10, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SELECT G..."
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/8/2020.
Fascinated with butterflies, he is charmed by these creatures' freedom-flight. My child, secured in his wheelchair delightfully grips yellow crayon. Along creativity challenge, he pursues artwork schedule while struggling against spastic restlessness... Soon with glee-filled countenance, championing his thumbs-up trademark devoid of bashful gesture he shows me his masterpiece: a glowing butterfly radiant in yellow he has painstakingly colored…
Witnessing his gracious achievement of gradual milestones, I'm thankful for God-wrought* remarkable changes, notable indications that he is “educable.” Why so? He was diagnosed to “progress toward retrogression” by his pediatrician more than a decade ago... (We then learned that she left earth, but that was another story.)
Yes, I’m beholding actual metamorphosis toward joyous fulfillment. With faith in the Sovereign’s miracle, I envision my boy in his functional zest like a butterfly that has surmounted infantile epilepsy --- now becoming triumphant over “global developmental delay.”
*Psalm 92:4 For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
July 3, 2020
Edited on October 2, 2022
2nd place, "Chapter 1" Narrative Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri; judged on 11/1/2022.
Redeemed by God to own eternal life
Forgiven, my soul is now heaven-bound
To soar for faith venture on higher ground
As new creature freed from hell-chained strife.
Subduing flesh, championing sublime will
My quickened spirit takes up cross with grace
Surmounting temptations by Scriptures’ brace
I strive toward triumphant service-hill.
Crucified with Christ, nonetheless I live*
Dying to selfishness, vanquishing pride
Revived by the Holy Ghost’s divine light
To thrive in His love as best for Him give
Rejoicing for wondrous heavenly ride
While sharing with others Gospel delight.
*Galatians 2:20 I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.
April 19, 2023
Envelope Sonnet with a rhyme scheme of abbacddcefgefg
4th place, "A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1215" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/10/2023.
In a world where beauty's confined,
To a frame, a shape, so pre-defined.
I refuse to bow to discrimination's hand,
Refusing to let it define me.
No more the shackles of slim and packed,
A revolution, where all sizes are backed.
Let every size find equal ground,
Opportunity for all, in beauty abound.
Tired, I am, of body shaming's sting,
Stripping away personalities, it's not fair.
Surgeries coined as a beauty elixir,
Dehumanizing, losing what makes us richer.
Aging, a grace, should be revered.
Not hidden away, nor to be feared.
Wrinkles etching stories, tales untold,
Genuine beauty, a treasure to behold.
Refusing to pack up, conform and fit,
To standards dictating what's deemed legit.
Short kings and queens, rise with pride,
In uniqueness, a privilege to confide.
I reject the notion, forever young,
As if aging steals the song we've sung.
Short kings and queens, stand tall,
Privilege in difference, let it enthrall.
Magazines preach a perfection lie,
A word so elusive, an unreachable spell.
Yet, true beauty in our diversity lies,
Our uniqueness, the true beauty supply.
Singleness born from society's decree,
Hearts left lonely, unable to feel.
Love should not be confined by a face,
But thrive in the uniqueness of each embrace.
In the name of beauty, let's redefine,
Break the chains that society designed.
Humanity's worth is not for sale,
Embrace the beauty in every tale.
I refuse to pack up, conform and fit,
Society's standards, I'll never submit.
Championing a beauty that's real,
Every heart and soul, let's empower and heal.
May I bestow upon you my attitude:
exemplifying meekness purity
championing benevolence-sweetness
verily epitomized by Christ
Who is “the Lamb of God*.”
Cognizant of the phrase, “sacrificial lamb”
you are well-informed of my gentleness
which means, yielding with total surrender to a good cause…
such I endow unto you, since you've already
laid yourself upon the altar of full-time service to God.
By this virtue, keep following
the good Shepherd*
be submissive as He leads you
toward abundant green pastures
and ushers you to refreshing clear waters.
With this sheep-attribute granted to you
keep discerning the good Shepherd’s voice...
your delight and yearning to stay close to Him
as well as your compliance of willing obedience
will surely safeguard you inside sheepfold’s warm haven.
Now, be gripped by this characteristic
strengthened with your faith in the Almighty
anchored upon your soul’s steadfast trust in His truth
while being a blessing to others
as I, the sheep, do wondrously fulfill.
*John 1:36 “…Behold the Lamb of God!
**Psalm 23:1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
June 4, 2020
4th place, "Spirit Animal" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 6/7/2020.