Best Commends Poems
Usher me by, the power of the tidal wave, for beneath
You’ve crushed my heart and soul, washed away is resistance.
I’m a vanquished current, swept within your riptide.
A hurricane survivor dashed against your coral reef,
Rough, ridged left bleeding into the flowing surface channel.
A liquid fluid stream eloping drowning, swallowed whole by
The raw elemental essence that is your sweet loving.
Usher me by, the winds breeze that stirs the pines in the
Mountains highest, oh how tenderly does it whisper mine name,
Echoing against the Alps divides, cascading down drafts collide
As a rock land slide, into your embracing earthquake.
Tumbling, boulders clashing, slashing our sharpened edges,
Bumping, destroying the valleys smooth textures beneath
Love’s lush evergreen sheets of beauty.
Usher me by, the banishment's of the star creation above,
Wipe the heavens clean, undo every collision before the
Existence of mankind let us write our own timelines legacy,
For life began, when you moved my inner soul by speaking
My name in poetic verse.
Usher me by, whatever thy spirit commends me,
For I am yours eternally, abandonment's servant a slave
Giving myself willingly unto bondagement’s indentured
Servitude.
Usher me by, passion’s flame for I burn as kindling fire,
A living spiritual spark, given fuel by my lover’s desire,
Vanquished underneath his torrents storm, and merging
As a whirlwinds flash of lightening striking against the vows
Of the everlasting vaults of heaven themselves, for our love is
Eternal.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But only elegant people can have beauty in their eyes
Only great people can compliment another
And bad ones see with eyes that is sly
Trying to judge using their own ways on others
Seeing not any compliment no matter how you try
But nice ones have eyes that see further
Knowing what the empty page implies
When complimented, know the complimenter is excellent too
Because he's seen through the hue
She's left the spoilt and picked the good
Only a thieve can predict a thieve
Clothiers best know the quality sleeves
And only weavers see through the best weaves
Scorpions never compliment but sting
Empty barrels only tink
But lovely people give you wings
thanks to Dalia for the inspiration...
In my special child’s room, delightfully cozy
There watches Smidgeburner, his ape stuffed toy, cuddly fuzzy
Alongside prettisome guru, chimpanzee Betzy
Donning a hat declaring “God does not bless the lazy!”
Then Smidgeburner, a.k.a Smidge becomes busy
Tidying the bed-zoo against being messy
Guru Betzy supervises, never bossy
Smiling, she commends, “Wow; room’s not lousy!”
While cleaning, Smidge feels tired and dizzy
Turning jovial mood into a sickening frenzy...
Betzy counsels, “Working well never makes one crazy”
So she hums a tune that invites good air, soothingly breezy.
As Smidgeburner rests in their secured haven, warmly grassy
Betzy, the loving lovely guardian, is not anymore uneasy.
Concluding the monkey-tale, I hug my boy who’s now drowsy
Thanking God* for pacifying his spasm epilepsy.
*2Chronicles 5:13 …praising and thanking the LORD; …For he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever.
March 13, 2019
1st place, "The Smidget Puggily and Her Prettisome Guru" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 3/27/2019.
She guides, she smiles, she invites
Hearts to hope, to relish her light
She inspires, she admires, she stirs
Compassion and joy, precious wonders
Unfolding in the spirit of those who listen
To the treasure of her gift, her brilliance
The way she soothes and calms
The wonder of her grace, her mercy
The miracle of her unconditional love
She is creativity, vision, the muse
Flames of passion in hues so beautiful
They motivate the imagination
Free spirits from stagnation, smile
Music into the lives of those who listen
To her brave silence, her invitation
To heavenly stillness, the quiet of moon
The light of truth – as stars shimmer
Rivers tremble, almost spiritual, uplifting
Calming the senses, so reassuring, heartening
She is gifted, like the soul’s sister
Releasing every resentment to the past
Where it fades into the shadows
As healing blends away the doubts
Preparing the spirit for the healing
That comes to those who hear her words
Her life-giving, life-changing verses
Poetry from the spirit, the feelings
Rhythms of grace, so compelling, fulfilling
Awakening the burning sensations, the stirring
Intimacy so amazing, the kiss of affection
Poured into the one who listens to her
She is acquainted with fear and pain
Yet she remains unchanged, a blessing
Wisdom delights in the faithful
Finds strength, even in weakness
Never doubts, but always commends
The one who hears her with a faithful ear
The one who needs her more than their suspicions
The one who knows her as God’s gift, His teacher…
Wisdom is the soul’s preacher!
1 Corinthians 1 (KJV)
28 And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are:
29 That no flesh should glory in his presence.
30 But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption:
KUBO
The “kubo” now complete and done
With all the spirits and blessings
Adorned and commends
All sights of beauty existing
No faults of structure than woodborer
Can ever be commented to dissuade
One night or two or month long
Of couplings and bliss
Under the moonlight moaning
Pure gold of love shared
Oh, I know and we know we care
So much perfect for honeymooners
That no one would dare
Put a footprint like “hasta la vista”
Terms:
Kubo- Filipino term for a hut, a small dwelling made up of local materials, generally constructed in the suburbs.
“Hasta la vista” Spanish term for see you later.
A woman is strong.
She is loving and wise.
She endures,
She moves hearts,
She laughs and she cries.
She nurtures,
She commends,
She supports and she mends.
All for the sake of her children and friends.
A woman does all this,
And yet,
She suffers the dreaded menstruation.
In modern countries,
She can go to the store and buy things like tampons,
Tampons and pads.
Then she'll be on her way.
She'll be on with her life,
Being a mother, a worker, and a friend.
But in developing countries,
What does she get?
She must stay at home,
Struggling with the bloodstained fabrics and floors,
That look like an accident that had happened during her chores.
She must keep bringing water, to and fro,
She must push on, but even still,
She is struggling.
She can't enter the places of worship,
She is seen as dirty and unclean,
For a natural process that she can't control.
She is sent out into huts,
Small and windowless.
She is sent there with her children,
Because of the blood that shows she is fertile.
A woman is strong and powerful.
She endures hardships greater than some.
She endures sexism and racist remarks,
She endures life and corrupt society,
She endures every day with heavy anxiety.
Every woman deserves to be treated like a queen,
For her endurance,
For her compassion,
For her loving beam.
A woman is strong,
In ways that cannot be seen,
But must be heard, felt, and remembered.
Feeling
Ma’s breath but faint
and transient time dabs
paint white crusty lips below eyes
conquered
Waiving
days unhurried
ebbs and frames earthly tints
does charm a picture through the arch
window
Tricky
a raven’s bold
step, cawing and crispy
glints of dusky light off child’s drop
today
Yawning
dusk tiptoes soft
steady with measured grip
of milk-warm blanket to collar
and chin
Girl will
dream whimsical
beasts and hear dragons growl
hidden by pinnacles cloaked in
nightfall
Fading
sands slip away
ma’s breath commends the day
to night the sacred candle glow
burns cold
In the heart of Wales beneath shade of trees
In world's stillness relieving in pages
Of bloom gardens as playful fairies tease
Shape-shifting wizards man of the ages
Caught a top of a fire breathing dragon
Charm the beast my passion, have it happen
Eye people pulling their wears in wagons
Close my eyes and let my senses deepen
Wales inspires quills to write Myths and legends
Of British, King Arthur of Camelot
Swordsmanship of Sir Lancelot commends
Behold enchantment of a castle lot
Wales, mysterious and romantic past
Bewitching spells cast and memories last
3/10/2017
Among all Nations
North, East, West,
Stretching South
All over the world
Appear the rays
Of the most magnificent
Continent above others
The most adorable and admirable
Of all Motherlands,
The Landmark of Africa
Contented with bright,
Intelligent faces
Like gas particles
Moving into the air
Their fame is spread
And advancement moving their side,
Accompanied by favorable commends
The Continent of Black Majority
Our own Motherland in the Universe
Unlike some other...
Heading towards their extremes
Mama Africa stands unique
Enhancing tomorrow's affluence
At a velocity like none other
Leading the burden bearers
Of tomorrow the positive direction
Distinguishing herself from others
Mama Africa stands above all others
Commemorate her success,
And probably yet to come
On a day somewhere
In the month of May...
Or is it on the 25th?
...food for thought!
Live long Black Majority
And let the rays
Of our Motherland
Continue reflecting on us
Viva Black continent!
October 24 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 6-7
Key Verse – Luke 6:12 And it came to pass in those days, that he went out into a mountain to pray, and continued all night in prayer to God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR EXEMPLIFYING
TO US THE VALUE OF PRAYER
Praise be to God for exemplifying to us
the value of prayer that:
Expresses our need for His help
Exposes our nearness to His heart
Exalts His nurturing toward our hoisting
Examines our naughtiness, hindering humility’s honesty
Expels our negativities, hurts, haughtiness and hopelessness
Luke 6:22 Praise be to the Lord for pronouncing
blessings for us while we:
Love Him with His compassionate might
Live for Him by His comfort and mercy
Let Him cover us around His marvels
Lead others to His magnificence
Learn from His miracles
Luke 7:9 Praise be to the Saviour Who
commends us of our faith:
Propelled by His Word
Propped upon His ways
Prospered with His wonders
Powered through His wisdom midst worship
Pushed toward His worthy work against worldliness. Amen!
October 10, 2024
God's Great plans all this time
Male and Female made to be of wholesomeness kind
As the two of you growing up in different places
Finding both had been singled out Among faces
Godly innocence of purity
Ridiculed of Morals and Standards
By.. Now a day.. people of unbelief
Both committed to God stand strong virtually
Thou… both Knowing someday God will provide
That special someone… A mate
To Always to be by your side
Patience, virtues all rest a sure.. Godly ways
Awaiting each day God has given
Male and female for Christian liven
Made two of a kind.. Into Righteousness
In the Now a days… World tis such a mess
Just like… time… way back when
Noah… built the ark… it was not pretend…
God made pure.. Male and Female.. two of kind
He had His reasons.. thou people were blind
One day… both had desires in their hearts
Seek and find Another who’d be.. Right for thee
Then out of the blue.. In God's timing.. Tis True
Found each other on line… Love that’s Pure
Bringing two pure hearts together
To Pray.. Bible studies everyday
For God made a way.. for you two to meet
Great Plans awaits.. Serenity so sweet
For Godly… Love that’s True
God Plans for Pure Love all this time between you two
Awaiting.. True Loves’ first kiss at the alter
Knowing.. together in Holy Matrimony shall not falter
God’s Great Blessings for you both
Of Commends to carry Christian Family liven
God given between the two of you
Everlasting Harmony
Give Praise’s Always to God Almighty.. Jesus Christ Our King!
God Blessings of my Children
Dedication to both of you
as God Wills.. you found each other..
on-line.. married within 17 days..
God Meant for them to be together
Tis bringing them into Holy Matrimony
Married and still are Sweetly beholding
True Love.. Blessings of Everlasting Harmony..
God's… Great plans… all this time
Male and Female… made to be of wholesomeness kind
As the two of you… growing up in different places
Finding both… had been singled out…. Among faces
Godly innocence of purity…
Ridiculed of… Morals and Standards
By… Now a day people…of unbelief
Both committed to God… stand strong… virtually
Thou… both Knowing someday… God will provide
That special someone… a mate
Always… to be… by your side
Patience, virtues… all rest a sure.. Godly ways
Awaiting… each day… God has given
Male and female… for Christian liven
Made two of a kind… Into Righteousness
In the… Now a days… World is such a mess
Just like time… way back when
Noah… built the ark… it was not pretend
God made pure… Male and Female… two of kind
He had His reasons… thou people were blind
One day… both had desires in their hearts
Seek and find… Another who’d be… Right for thee
Then out of the blue… all in God's timing… ‘Tis True
Found each other on line… Love… that’s Pure
Bringing two pure hearts together
To Pray… Bible studies… everyday
For God made a way… for you two to meet
Great Plans awaits… Serenity so… sweet
For Godly… Love that’s True
God Plans for… Pure Love… all this time… for between you two
Awaiting… True Loves’ first kiss… at the alter
Knowing… together in Holy Matrimony… shall not falter
God's Great Blessings for… You two…
Of…. Commends to carry… Christian Family liven…
God given…between the two of you…
Everlasting Harmony
Give Praises’ Always to…God Almighty… Jesus Christ Our King!!!
Knowing.. God give Blessings
He gave to both of you…
My Blessed Daughter and Son-in Law
God Blessed You both..
With Pure Everlasting Harmony of True Love
God has Great plans for you two…
Bringing you two together for a purpose… a reason…
Shining God's Everlasting Light!
Witnessing together... For Our Savior Jesus Christ
Blessings of Knowing--
Believing & Receiving
Pure Everlasting Harmony of True Love
Days offer so much scope,
To lands unforeseen trope;
My stretch reckons my lilt,
To be my diadem and kilt.
Only black hair contends,
White face stilly commends;
Mundane navy blue t-shirt,
Cannot specify any dirt.
My creature pencils my air,
My feelings, sights and stare;
Blue scribblings necessitate,
My voice so consummate.
Long beige, neutral curtains,
Still the room which remains,
No matter how I express,
My happiness or distress.
Rhoda Monihan
6th November 2015
There once was a man who lived in the graves,
for many demons had made him their slaves.
But when Jesus he met
he would never forget
this complete stranger, willing to make waves.
When no longer the demons could torment
to a swine herd, they besought to be sent.
Jesus met their request;
human herd coalesced
all supplying their advice and dissent.
To steer clear of more demon disaster,
the man pleaded to make Jesus, Master.
"Go home," Jesus commends,
"with your neighbors be friends -
what I need now is a good newscaster."
PLAYING BRIDGE
Wedenesday evening at Ruth and Cliff’s
Remembering suits and trumps, no trouble.
Eyes watching cards, no buts or ifs
When you’re vulnerable, double, redouble.
Ah, at last it’s break - some tea
And her home-made cakes, a little lunch.
The baby upstairs Cliff checks to see.
We check the score pad as we munch.
Argue over previous card which hid
Some missed chance to cross-trump it.
Finesse that failed due to some strange bid…..
Oh well, finish your tea and Ruth’s crumpet.
Now, a one-club opener. No more error
Again or partner won’t be forgiving.
We’ve got to win this rubber or
It’s a wipeout for the evening.
No good. It’s just not working. Got no cards.
Go for spoiling bid? Stop their smugness?
Try for seven no trumps the hard
Way - three passes and my long suit? Got to guess.
In for a penny, in for…
OK, it’s working , but who’s got the king?
Three no bids…...got to guess. Is it west or ...….?
Oops, east held it until the last playing.
“King of spades wrecks rubber-hopes high”
Headline in living-room newspaper commends.
Leg-pulls, commiserations, laughs, bye bye.
Wink-elbow language of friends.