Best Contented Poems
Story telling time
Content in their small world
Watch them fall asleep
Contentment conveys such calmness
bringing peace to many a troubled soul
but real true contentment is divine
hold it tight make sure it's not stole
My experience throughout my life
that deep contentment is God given
His version is truly really satisfying
for it's free positively gospel driven
The centre focus of this contentment
is Jesus Christ Himself God's own son
the one who saved me from death
paid the ultimate sacrifice for sin is done
This Christ comes to live within
bringing peace mercy and grace
such power there is working within
transforms the inner self to heaven's face
My saviour is my life and song
keeping me calm at peace and strong
contented am I in Christ so great
walking hand in hand to heaven's gate
Acres of Diamond Mountains of gold
Rivers of silver riches untold.
All these together can’t buy you or me
Peace when we’re sleeping, and a conscience
That’s free.
A heart that is contented and a satisfied mind
These are the treasures money can’t buy
But if you have Jesus, there’s wealth
In your soul, more than acres of diamonds
And mountains of gold.
A contented heart will always shine through
Despite all the bad things that happen to you.
His line is never busy always on the other end
Of the phone. His promises NEVER fail, he’ll
Never leave us alone.
We scream at the sky
Stars explode
Comets fall
We shout at ships
And they sink
We hold the club
The spear above
Our heads and think
We are invincible
We split the atom
And will one day
Destroy this planet
When I look at my wife
My sons, my grandchild
When I wake in the morning
Have a cup of tea
Have work to do
I am contented.
Confronted by conflicting self-forces
my flesh groans in adversities’ struggles
realizing that human nature lurks
then reigns to conquer carnality flaws.
Granted with grace of redemption by Christ
my soul received His eternal life gift
along imputed righteousness divine
freeing me from sin-wages’ damnation.
Quickened toward God-consciousness sublime
my spirit yields to Almighty control
striving to win in personal battles
vanquishing own selfishness, pride and greed.
Settling dilemmas in choosing what’s right
my faith seeks anchor upon Scripture truths
believing immutable verities
learned well from discipleship endeavours.
Created wondrously in God’s image
my essence is complete indeed by Him
made functional through ministerial work
living for Him, reaching-out to others.
Staying in the center of the Lord’s will
my heart remains contented* and peace-filled
while satisfied by His faithfulness’ joy
prospered in fulfilling utmost service.
Blest with uniqueness of distinct beauty
my being finds real worth in the Saviour
valuing me by His compassion wealth
enriching personhood despite weakness.
*1Timothy 6:6 But godliness with contentment is great gain.
January 26, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (Jan 26)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/27/2021.
I will never be a poet
for even I can clearly see,
my words are plain (I know it)
and a little singsongy.
My head’s as filled with adjectives,
As is my pen with ink,
though I write with all I have to give
most times my poems stink.
I do not know the difference
betwixt haiku and senyru,
(lucky, writing’s not my sustenance,
It’s just what I like to do.)
Yet here I sit with pen in hand
considering my plight;
I need to (oops) or get off the can
for it seems the time is right.
just plain white bread (can’t control it,)
I know my poetry’s just okay,
so since I’ll never be Poet Laureate
The contented rhymer I shall stay.
*Image of Pearly Gates by DJ.
"The idea is to die young as late as possible," -- Mark Twain
Doomed: Drafts of the Contented
Unrestrained I thrive in absolution,
Heroic of what my morrow may be,
I rend the deception of temptation,
Restrict evil to grasp control of me,
Specific privacy hears my last plea,
A one on one relationship with God,
Pithily, pithily, I'd stand high, awed,
I function nor oversees what await,
Angelic advisors their staff and rod,
Recruited table ere the Pearly Gate.
2022 January 31
D Forms - Dizain
~~Constance La France
*HMS; 10x10=100
RhymeScheme; ababbccdcd
Two hearts pulse softly
as night feeds the light
that opens the door.
A purring motor
vibrates the bed with
contented whiskers.
Unconditional love
so grateful for a
rough tongue on my skin.
Deep satisfaction –
a bed shared with a
toy mouse on a string.
i'tell you a tale
about a country
its indeed a great country
with high level of greed
i knew it a time long ago
i heard its a very nice country
alwaiz rowdy and noisy
everyone trying to make their way
i heard about those picking pockets
so i decided to go check it out
myself
oh,of course my eyes saw the
wonders
all my money were gone
now i have just few left
so,that is a lesson right?
always stay where you are meant to
stay
now i'm almost cashless
thanx to the country
if only i'd ever return there
I am contented I’ll make you—
Immortal in my lines.
Ardent learners shall raise questions
In college-classes
And eagerly inquire of us;
And young lovers derive their inspiration.
But, still I desire!
If I grow as a millionaire.
We have multimillion annual income
From import-export, or in foreign savings,
And or a business in food.
Starting from a mini-amount
As that Indian lady—
Gorgeous and rich,
Had begun just from few thousand rupees
And taken a room on rent.
And we would tour every new year
A new land.
You would wear that long white gown,
A maid would carry its hem
While descending the palace’s stairs,
Attending the dancing singing beggars.
And I would imagine ideas n’wer and h’gher,
In a lonely cottage as my office.
With an honest on-the-go youngman as my assistant,
And a witty widow
To serve us hot teas with buttered bread.
Are you contented?
God gave us brain for knowledge
And heart for love.
But He seemed to forget contentment.
If God gave us contentment,
there will be no more competition,
no more street rallies,
no more chaos.
We will be happy, satisfied, and pleased.
Yet, there will be no more dreams,
no more friends to talk to,
no more efforts to be the best,
no more adventures to make.
We need NO MORE GOD.
Are you contented?
Have I ever told you that Anteros
whispered love notes to me the day we met?
His sensuous breath carried love’s arrows
and my heart became yours without regret.
You must have heard the whispers he had let
for you softly stroked the hair from my face,
and never since, have we left love’s embrace.
Our love grows stronger as the days pass by.
Children and grandchildren all on their own,
we once more snuggle into a shared sigh.
Our days together bountifully sown,
those we have left admittedly on loan.
Yet you softly stroke the hair from my face,
sealing our days’ end with Anteros’ grace.
I wonder
if all the poetry is gone.
I've stolen from fiction
and narrated outlandish
but rational thoughts.
Where is the poetry?
So grounded am I
in acceptable habit I call
happiness that
the dancing doesn't come.
I don't see the longing posture of the trees,
and calcified the sad
memories. I almost want them back.
Maybe I need
another broken heart.
Few people are as contented as Grandma Mouse
She has the comfort she needs inside her tiny house.
There is no dreaming or wishing or worrying for her.
She is contented to enjoy her surroundings, easy and pure.
She keeps her temper mild, her blood pressure is low.
She loves to hear of our travels, wherever we go.
But she has no need to leave her marvelous house.
She is contented and happy there, our Grandma Mouse.
C-ontented well-being is created,
E-arly fourteenth of January;
C-hosen feeling of ease,
E-vades the life's
L-uxury.
G-reat comfort deep inside
A-ims to console your mind;
R-elieving worry and trouble,
C-heer your heart does find.
I-t's a sense of satisfaction because of the heaven's blessing;
A-llow your soul to become a contented well-being.