Best Endeavouring Poems
An ardent lover of words
Of his own is that world.
A crave stretching his soul
Dipping into a plethora of verse
Rising with a fulfilled thirst.
Unpredictable are his journeys
Unfathomable is the depth of his thoughts.
Unchained is his soul
Traveling along with the tune of his heart
The beauty of his mind.
An avid worshipper
Immersing his soul in a mine of gems
Rejoicing the blessings of a compassionate essence.
A heart of a poet
With a meticulous flair for fine art.
Knowledgeable reads
Dropping in relish
Into a haven of voracious insight
Rippling through a ravening mind.
A fervent passion for admiring
What a poet's pen of worth portrays.
A tremendous sense of reverence
Impressed on his fine heart
Upholding noble a value
To poet's endeavouring words
Pay tribute.
An ardent lover
A treasure of words
A heart of a poet
The reward!
May 31st, 2018
thoughts lick at my consciousness
distracting me from the warm embrace
of the colour pallet unfolding
I stare with myopic eyes at the kaleidoscope
endeavouring to discern the demarcation
of the edge of each shade
naming them as though they are listed on a colour chart
displayed at the local hardware store
but as soon as I have one splash of tint pinned down
it fades to be replaced by a more pleasing explosion of colour
a child’s toy impatiently twirled
a rainbow snipped into a multitude of shapes
in never to be repeated patterns
like an uxorious husband
it enfolds the evening sky in its loving embrace
its fleece soft fingers exploring
lulled into a unison of consent
with a barely perceptible rush of contentment
a slight sibilant sigh issues
memorialising daylight
clinging to the fringes of observation
the scene depicts its titular character
of moral decay
the riparian area jealously guards its supremacy
as hydrophilic plants are robbed of their splendour
in a final display of defiance
alluvial fans buffet against the offing
recombobulating
the natural order of Chaos:
The Great Deep of ancient mythology
Aware of the New World Order
and its philosophy, principle, predicament
vis-à-vis Bible prophecy
my spirit trusts God
Who is the Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent
to put things in His order in His perfect time.
Meanwhile, let me picture how servant leaders
govern midst God's Divine Order according to Scriptures...
There they are with freedom bliss~~~
diligently pursuing the works of anointed stewards
fulfilling their days, commenced with prayer
earnestly seeking the Sovereign’s presence
while endeavouring with faith priority acts:
family nurture, nourished with loving responsibility
strengthening home brace along virtue values’ pillars
promoting accountable parenthood
along children holistic development program
simultaneous with pedagogical endowments~~~
pushing for functional geriatric welfare
midst wholesome andragogy advancements
upon physical, mental, psycho-social health accessibility
buttressed by hygiene and sanitation exercise
in consideration to ecological and environmental care
reaching-out to the less fortunate toward lifestyle betterment~~~
imposing lawful justice system, balancing truth with mercy
enjoining each one to practice daily thanksgiving gesture
applying principle of “Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
Yielding as good examples*… they beseech the Holy Spirit
for guidance in their commitment
to bring people near the LORD.
*1Timothy … Be thou an example of the believers, in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity.”
March 6, 2021
edited on April 27, 2022
1st place, "New World Order" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 5/5/2022.
A little smile delights my soul
A little money appreciates my life
A little love achieves my goal
A little care flatters my wife
Strengthening my resolve to perform better
Duties and responsibilities I bear
In my role as family pace and trend setter
In spite of mundane outfit and suit I wear
As through lifetime I educate siblings
Endeavouring to develop their potential
To scale heights, to break through glass ceilings
Beyond the conventional and the unintentional
As I elect and select to reflect on reasons why
At crossroads complications sometimes arise
To conflate faith and pride in minds of the lie
Lost in a labyrinth where to no surprise
Confusion and division estrange sinners from thinners
In the midst of splitting hairs and spreading fears
Among the lost sheep who deem it unfit to hobnob with cleaners
Immersed in verses of gossip as on my face tears
Roll down, fall on my chest in my quest
Into well intended missions that fall by the wayside
Too low for zero as I invest efforts to test
Waters in altars of misconception and prejudice propelled by personal pride
Gone too far to dilute and denigrate the sanctity
The salvation mission entails among fishers of men
Who appreciate Jesus didn’t die on the cross to pronounce sinners guilty
But to save humankind and I from the odious omen
Misguided human lips with little knowledge utter
As they wallow in a sea of benighted bigotry
Where they play God and pronounce themselves better than the sinner in the gutter
Who pleads at the feet of Jesus to send her providential poetry
To open human eyes to tenets Christianity holds dear
Not because I say so or I should denounce the new millennium Pharisee
Whose grasp of the biblical truth swims in turbid unclear
Seas of ignorance where the blind and the benighted can’t see
Limitations and diminutions brought about by little knowledge
Raised to a puny pedestal
Wreaks havoc as it conflates sewage and sacrilege
To decelerate a hallowed harvest and cause it to stall.
Each day is so different and so unique
It's back to square one, it's happening as I speak
Good thing my remembering
Helps in my endeavouring
To put on my bottoms to maintain my mystique
The output is out of a lot of inventions living
Infesting only some powers and weapons
Pervading the earth and air are circling
Enthused in insensitivity and blushless clash,
And have stood in an open contrast
Endeavouring him to mentally crush
To commit him first dead in those trash
Raising a violent war around the global village;
But he with his group
And every power are merely standing troop
Hiding the grave fault fighting to mark
Striving to subdue but groping in the dark,
So, all his policies, gaining and ethical part
Are cursed in the century’s worldwide dirt.
Vodka breaths
Whirlpool for an altogether lacking
Semi-precious argot falling into ergo false
As thunder
Obscene bruising
Poster pallet body floods a smooth
Pre-determined crashing rhapsody enveloping
Scarcely baited fluent wounds
The barbed wire cheek with the organ fluid
Vodka-happy under vomit-endeavouring plagiarist pamphlets
Propaganda as juvenilia, writhing as cat claw drunken
Into harness, burgundy tort and lapsing as a pulse
The ribs enlarging into ever, and slow water bathes
Religiously nostalgic
The far-flung forever feverish into slow decline
Diving as a neck about rope and pleasure dome inverted
Under hammer-sickle skies a curdling milk infection
Purging the body of an absence and sleeping with the enemy
The smell of your cigarette
It rots me to the core
The vapoured vivid humes which engulf the very
Chamber of my swinging brick.
BY AND BY PIE IN THE SKY
recollections are yet to be stilled
post obstacle Utopia is unfulfilled
faithful we jump, attempt to forget
expecting to coast into safety nets
in another time or a different place
we continue to misuse our mistakes
endeavouring to dance star tracks
we cannot let go, unleash or relax
forgive and forget the ultimate test
not trust or invest in outcomes quest
by and by the moon always outshines
pie in the sky power to impress aligns
concluding, deaths drummer begins to drum
perceiving we finally see dreams direct sum
© Kim van Breda—March 2014
Did Jesus Exist?
Some say 2000 years ago,
A man called Jesus walked about;
But I say, not as god or indigo,
But as a medical doctor stout.
Jesus was an Israeli name then,
And there maybe was one man found,
Of that name, with a doctor’s ben,
Who knew the poor, who did abound.
And I say that big occasions grand,
Make for good sex, for mind focus,
So Mary and Joseph had their hand,
On the country’s population census.
Something happened like on Star Trek,
When Jim Kirk was born light speed;
All nature and the stars fused in spec,
When the pair felt no frown or creed.
This would’ve produced a bright one,
A real whacker and the perfect child,
And so I believe Jesus existed, a son,
Like some say he did and so tiled.
I believe he set a stealthy example,
For other doctors who were for the rich,
Who became followers of Jesus, ample,
Endeavouring the Roman gov to stitch.
A doctor’s job is within legislation,
Within the people’s thinking sphere,
Not without the gov’s validation,
Not out with the majority’s ear.
So I think a man called Jesus Christ,
Was put to death by the people,
Ignored by the government, heist,
But loved by a few friends, his steeple.
But he was taken on by many brothers,
By the profession, medical and strong,
By Luke who had rich men as forevers,
Because he treated their kids, belong.
He tore society’s norm gown in two,
Right down the middle plateauxed;
Luke said no to his old way to go,
Suffered barrelled rejection foretold.
Luke was key in Jesus’ career and legacy,
Determined his acceptance, full or part,
Such that Jesus was thought no fallacy,
To be accepted with all your full heart.
This only meant something to his work,
Not to god or divinity transcendent,
But because in temples he did lurk,
So healings were upon god dependent.
There may be no historical documents,
Out with his friends witness reports,
But I am content that the populous,
Was treated medically, had no retorts.
Hope
Wats dis??
Just a four letter word
Which defines life's only ford
It's proclaims us to stay on
And prohibits us from thought of move on
It's like messiah nd angel of our life
Which makes it good with losing and quitting strife
It's reason of our fortitude
Endeavouring us for aim
The one which had changed our attitude
Encouraged nd embolden us for same
They are like corolla...,protecting
And whenever we collapse recollecting
As one phase of coin
It's dilemma to join
But who comes here is Shakespeare's true valients
Nd those who not
They just lie at the corner of street wishing to have a fair chance to choose
As they weren't having hope of every new noon
Which is like a compass nd three leg stool
8 April 2016
Stem the tide your pride rides
To a puerile pinnacle
In a vain belief it makes sensational strides
When like a locust your spiracle
Exhales carbon dioxide
To catalyze photosynthesis for red roses in your green garden
While your pride derides advice and pays a hefty price dockside
For endeavouring to harden
The thick skin your pride grows
Any time advice draws nigh
To plant seeds and grant benefits in rows pride throws
Away preferring to conjure up delays
In opening the hermetic door
To the bunker where pride slays
Emissaries of advice on a cold floor
Where to smithereens pride crushes advice
Slices its fragments into a powder every hour
Inviting a swarm of lice and an infestation of mice
To overpower and devour harbingers of advice deploying devastating power
Advice harbingers couldn’t summon
In the face of impending death
As Pride brags ‘Advice, come on
So I increase my wealth, exterminating your health.’
I recall when I once sat,
Sticky spiders spindled about my lap,
Twisting and twitching within my place,
Lost to another incurable case.
Bent and broken, we struggled to find
A compromise between heart and mind.
Pretences built high, but still would fall,
Spitting out a lamented lovers call.
Too short to grasp your jaded frame,
Inventing passion became our game.
You played few and I won less,
Melancholy mind made me a mess.
I left you solo within your cell,
Where you clashed musically with dwell.
Savoured a gash infecting my heart.
Restrained dramatics daring to depart.
Until you grovelled, back to my chest.
Laid your mutated heart on my breast.
Pitiful and weak, you called to my pain,
Sobbed out a tragedy, feigning insane.
Pinching promptly at my skin,
Endeavouring to worm back in.
Roughly plucking at my strings,
Clammy hands to scratch and cling.
Biter-sweet poison, force me to taste.
Romantic lunges; too late, a waste.
With Christmas looming, a desperate coo,
Festive folly; Do I love you too?
Not out of pity, or misplaced guilt,
I slung him the love that he let wilt,
Spiders ruled its hollow shell.
There is the cell where I did dwell.
A saddened smile for whispered regrets.
Misty eyes for lynched love we forget.
Unyielding hands that were offered, now wisp away
To the dance of fresh love that entices today.
If we own love, we marry to share
For each other to care
For the long haul genuine love to declare
Despite God creating us with different procreative functions
Where God intended in marriage to impose no sanctions
At the inception of marriage and later at mature junctions
Where as husbands we play our more external roles
While our wives fly to attain their more internal goals
To ensure harmony pervades our matrimonial bowls
Regardless of how fast or slowly to intimacy we respond
While we strive over the years to each other to correspond
To function seamlessly in our matrimonial pond, to cement our bond
Despite challenges that lurk in the background
As we learn to iron out pesky problems on the ground
Endeavouring to the best of our abilities to get around
Obstacles as to each other we render support and honour
At breakfast, at lunch and at dinner where we grow cleaner
Love, understanding without becoming meaner
When tempers out of control
Set alight petrol on patrol
If we scribble nonsense on our matrimonial scroll
Which we can rejig by getting right the fundamentals
Comprising sharing, supporting and honouring petals
To reap serenity unless we invest in misconceptions to reap nettles.
Tomorrow is pregnant
no one knows what it would bring forth
Boy or a bouncing baby girl
Perhaps the unfolding mystery of good and evil
Thou art the hand made of Nature
dearest blessed and adores by nature
flew thou far from good excuses
it does nothing to thy humble soul than destruction
laugh so hard that even sorrow smiles at you
Fight so strong that even fate accept defeat
Love so true that even hatred walks out of the way
live so well that even death loves to see you exist
Remember, no horse get any where until he is harnessed
no stream nor gas drive until its confined
No life ever grow great until its focused
dance with the sun and yet forever young you live
Drink in the company of the moon and be happy
in you lies the fault if dwells in the past
look perfectly before you leap
Just like the a duckling taken to a strange yet familiar land
kill elaborate rationalization and justification of not taken actions
Remember, you can achieve almost any goal you set
If disciplined to race to pay the price
Do something, do anything
With body and soul so pure like the snow
Remember your two worst enemies, fear and excuses
Take ye control of thy soul
In dinner before dessert
Success is its own reward
Never excuse your self, never pity your self
Be a hard master to your self and be lenient to everyone else
Hold yourself responsible for a high standard
than any one expect of you
Appreciate the might and force of habit
Remember to break those habit that breaks you
And hasten to adopt those favourable
See no more the mistake of your ancestors
Disciplined is the bridge between goal and accomplishment
Remember excellence then is not an act but a habit
Remember talent is never enough to excel
Courage is not absence of fear, it is control of fear mastery of fear
Beware of endeavouring to become a great man in a hurry
these are fearful odds, many eyes watches you
Over come the fear of rejection and conquer self
Reason before you act and keep self focused
A cleansing scarf would adore your face forever
when remember all these.
Rejoice not when her financial muscle dwindles
Gout her feet and hand joints assails
A kleptomaniac her little cash swindles
The love of her life from away sails
Rendering her social, financial and metabolic status repulsive
When in your considered view she reeks of misery
Driving your judgment and assessment compulsive
For a victim of usury projecting an appearance so dreary
Her bearing, demeanour and gait
Paint an apologetic figure
Teeming with an imaginary threat
That stands no chance in the rigour
Laughing at debacles the fallen
Surf at church, at home, at work, at social functions
Where accusing fingers swollen
With hubris mete out sanctions
According to gang and clique standards
Demanding ostracization and demonization
At the earliest excuse gang bards
Demand to promote the most evil stigmatization
Despite a river of tears
She pours from her swollen eyes
Battling genuine fears
In the midst of heinous packs of lies
She strives to fight though her stamina at the lowest ebb
Staggers
As she navigates for several hours the web
In search of elusive answers, endeavouring from her aching back to withdraw barbs of daggers.