Best Charging Poems
"The sea, like life, is at once serene and wild. There is no choice other than being lulled by its serenity and smacked by its wilderness, in turn"- by poet
I stand on the sea strand,
Over the stretching sand.
Before me, waters roar,
Like a charging wild boar
Full of malice to tear.
I stand on the sea strand
The sea, advancing close
Sure it will spring on me,
As tiger, on a deer.
This predator called sea!
I stand on the sea strand
The rising wind whistling,
Waves on waves come crashing,
Sounds like the wolves howling
Seems hell bent on crushing
I stand on the sea strand
The thundering waves dash,
Pounding on huge boulders.
Oh, how helpless we are
Before these huge breakers!
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Placed First
April.6. 2022
Form- M- Monchielle- New Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
Theme- Sea
Charging Blues
My power bank was dropped a couple of days ago...
Now it is no longer that efficient for power on the go...
The charger I have brought here with me, it is incredibly slow. ..
From early night till the next day, my phone is yet to be 100% charged...
Definitely a Rio Olympics record of a hand phone being continuously charged...
Hahaha... at the very least, a mention please in the Malaysian Book Of Records...?
November 27 Scripture Meditations Based on 1Timothy 5-6
Key Verses – 1Timothy 6:17-18 Charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not highminded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy; That they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to distribute, willing to communicate
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CHARGING ME TO BE RICH IN GOOD WORKS
Thank You for charging me to be rich in good works with sincerity
Following after righteousness along Your honourable integrity
Fleeing from envy’s infirmity
In fighting the good fight of faith by Your sovereignty.
Thank You for charging me to be rich in good works with joyfulness
Following after godliness along Your virtuous holiness
Fleeing from perversion’s filthiness
In laying hold on eternal life by Your graciousness.
Thank You for charging me to be rich in good works with satisfaction
Following after faith along Your mighty fortification
Fleeing from discontentment’s reaction
In continuing in supplications by Your direction.
Thank You for charging me to be rich in good works with obedience
Following after love along Your compassionate resilience
Fleeing from selfishness’ convenience
In keeping Your commandments by Your influence.
Thank You for charging me to be rich in good works with commitment
Following after patience along Your perfect settlement
Fleeing from corruption’s impediment
In dwelling in the truth by Your enlightenment.
Thank You for charging me to be rich in good works with temperance
Following after meekness along Your security-assurance
Fleeing from boastfulness’ endurance
In avoiding profanity by Your deliverance.
Thank You for charging me to be rich in good works with delight
Following after prudence along Your wisdom height
Fleeing from foolishness’ blight
In serving with gratitude by Your might.
November 27, 2022
A giggle and screech filled pond
on the crushed gravel path
a sheen of sweat forming
on my medditeranian nut browned skin;
waylayed was I by a hitch-hiker.
The gnat maintained a steady oribit
about the circumferance of my head,
wether held there by some unknown power
or the monumental magnetic magnitude of my brain;
none will ever know.
Arms swinging at a frantic pace
it seems impossible to believe my pinwheeling form
was unable to dislodge this bugger,
keeping a geosynchronous orbit around my noggin.
Yet, the likelihood of a tag team
of insectoid astronauts seemed slim.
As the silken breeze went weaving amongst
the pines and rustling withing the pond weeds
armies of these pin pricks of horror swarm
attending summer clad fishermen, beet red two year olds
and there hippopotomus shaped mothers in the drink.
The doldrums of August have begun in earnest,
as the black flies decend, probing their universe,
persistant and provoking as the humans they oribit.
February 8 Scripture Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 11-15
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 11:1 Therefore thou shalt love the LORD thy God, and keep his charge, and his statutes, and his judgments, and his commandments, alway.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CHARGING ME TO LOVE YOU ALWAYS
Thank You for charging me to love You always with all my heart
Since I have seen Your compassion right from the start
And Your provisions’ mart along supplies’ cart…
Let me stay in Your will
from where I should never depart.
Thank You for charging me to love You always with all my soul
Since I have known Your kindness in making me whole
And Your hands along supreme life-building role…
Let me dwell in Your plan
from where I should pursue heavenly goal.
Thank You for charging me to love You always with all my might
Since I have beheld Your grace with Your wisdom-light
And Your arm along stretched-out reaching-height…
Let me dwell in Your fellowship
from where I should worship with delight.
Thank You for charging me to love You always with all my devotion
Since I have experienced Your salvation as well as Your satisfaction
And Your miracles along life-beautifying transformation…
Let me abide in Your sanctification
from where I should serve You despite persecution.
Thank You for charging me to love You always with all my ability
Since I have received Your blessings in the midst of scarcity
And Your approval along favour of stewardship certainty…
Let me reside in Your promises
from where I should work by faith’s reality.
Thank You for charging me to love You always with all my involvement
Since I have learned of Your judgment against discontentment
And Your chastisement along sin-pardon’s fulfillment…
Let me live in Your presence
from where I should hear Your encouragement.
February 8, 2022
The caliber of my body contains fire
A roaring passion, embedded truth
That would send shivers down the spine of a lyer
A soul that awaits the coming of the messiah
A furnace that a tsunami is afraid to come near
The mind must see that there is nothing to fear
Then will arms and legs get into gear
Boomer rang my doorbell
his blue jeans had expired
Required late-night charging
he knocked back whiskeys for a while
I’m in my pajamas.
With stars on my pajama pants.
My pen is on the nightstand.
And paper never lasts.
Everyone is cooking breakfast.
Too many slices of toast.
Bacon is good, but it makes too much noise.
My laptop died.
And then the sun came out.
And told me there is a package on the doorstep.
Something I ordered a few weeks ago.
That I forgot about.
My laptop is charging.
The need to go downstairs is increasing exponentially.
I could go back to bed.
Or fly out the window.
I’m not dreaming, so that’s not an option.
Hovering around the corner of my room.
By my laptop which is charging.
The power went out.
The sun came out, though.
The bacon is halfway cooked.
But the toast is just perfect.
I take a glorious bite.
In pajamas that are almost ready to be washed.
But the power is out.
And I like it that way.