Best Enjoyed Poems
Once I was condemned to die eternally
Found guilty without iota of a doubt
Showing human nature at its sinful best…
…yet, God made me free!*
The Saviour with His wondrous love and mercy
Offered to me His magnificent pardon
Which I received, trusting Him with my pure faith…
…setting my soul free!
Unshackling with mercy my transgression-chains
Christ paid fully my iniquities’ wages
Through His glorious sacrificial, cleansing blood…
…granting my freedom!
Rescued now from hell-fire’s everlasting death
I’m heaven-bound along God’s marvelous grace
Grateful to live for Him, my loving Master…
…serving Him freely!
*Romans 8:2 For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath made me free from the law of sin and death.
May 17, 2019
Edited on Marcy 19, 2022
9th place, "Freedom" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 3/21/2022.
Humor moderates stress
makes you healthier -
Every time a hair falls out,
it will grow back by itself
Isn't that great?
Life is too short
to worry about
what others think or believe
Whatever the situation
there is always
something
to laugh about
You
are so much more
than a body
with hair
Remember
to take care of
the garden
from time to time
Have A Fun Weekend
* - More Hair - for Jan Allison -
18.09.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Never work a day
Love
Lord
Based on a line from Bob Marley.
“Some feel the rain, others just get wet.”
A rainy day - a deluge pouring from lowered clouds;
a chorus of grumbling curses, from scurrying crowds!
Winds, swirling capriciously from every direction.
Describes the inclement day, with absolute perfection!
Traffic spray drenching scurrying pedestrians, bent
only on getting home! This being their sole intent,
but over the sounds of traffic and splashing feet,
is heard a cheerful whistling, coming down the street!
Suddenly, out from out of the gloom and slanting rain
there appears a fellow, whistling a cheerful refrain!
Prancing and pirouetting, whirling his gamp,
without a raincoat or hat - he was a trifle damp,
but it seemed not to bother him one tiny bit at all!
Bowing left and right to everyone, he’d smile and call
loudly to exclaim - “what a lovely day it is today”
“so why not join with me to dance along our way!”
Polite replies were seldom given, and any heard
were only the odd expletive, or disdainful word!
But he was not angered nor for one moment upset,
and as for being damp? Wetter he could not get!
So I thought to stop, and decided on an instant whim,
to ask why he acted as he did? Had the rain affected him?
Laughingly he replied, but of course, and it always will,
for often life can be boring, and I always get a thrill
when I can enjoy a rainy day. It lifts my spirits high!
One should not need only a sunny day and a blue sky
to enjoy life to its fullest extent. Cool rain is to feel!
Besides renewing energy, it excites my latent zeal
when it touches my skin, for it brings me alive,
and I get this “joi de vivre” feeling and my drive
reaches heights which in other ways I never get!
Yes, I love the rain, despite my getting soaking wet!
Rhymer. February 16th, 2017.
Been neglecting my limericks lately
Must correct that error quite straightly
This is one
Still lotsa fun
Took hours to create but enjoyed it greatly
© Jack Ellison 2015
Life is to be enjoyed while we learn from God Who teaches the best lesson:
Such is to love Him above all – in and out of season
To esteem Him with pure heart’s reason
Seeking His grace to transform us to be a better person.
Life is to be optimized while we understand that to fear the Lord is vital
Since doing so for wisdom-gaining is fundamental
To keep us from sin that’s perilous and fatal
Bringing us His blessings in their grand total.
Life is to be shared while we trust God’s Word which we must cherish
As our faith stands against trends that easily perish
Upheld by His truth mere opinions can’t tarnish
In His confidence He does readily furnish.
Life is to be valued while we flee from worldly influences’ destruction
Overcoming pride, flesh and vanity’s temptation
As we walk through the Spirit’s confirmation
While in His fellowship we bring to Him our petition.
Life is to be grateful for while we stay in God's will* where He is the Driver
For that’s the best choice we have as His love-receiver
We abide in Him, by His mercy, quitting never
Blooming where He has planted us to be a help-giver.
*Romans 12:2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.
June 28, 2018
Edited on June 28, 2022
3rd place, "Life Is" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron Flores; judged on 9/27/2023
Every day my first cup of coffee is most enjoyed
sitting alone in a cushioned chair on my lanai
when all the thoughts and ideas with which I toyed
seemed like logical solutions to world crises, then I
wondered why no one really gave a fig.
I hope you have enjoyed my words from transcended
Being, life and energy translated into spoken word
And metaphors, which is plural cause their mended
Constantly wilded from inside the cypher of a winged
soul.
But the truth is the doctors have fed me meds
Since I was a kid to keep out My creative doctrines
Three times I Was reprogramed by what majority said
And now comes the fourth forced mental ends
How many cycles for the numeric phalicy
The one and million American anti political
Cause two ideas to lead the world is war And chalice
Greed of the few.
That don't concern the working man but killed his son.
So if I don't survive the fourth ride
Remember I spoke my words true
They always came back to my side
no matter what They took of you.
Snuggled under a cozy blanket,
we watch snowflakes fizzle in the fire.
And a light wind smells of smoky pine,
gusting as feisty breezes aspire.
The burning logs erupt into sparks,
showering the air with specks of light.
And a dark horizon bleeds shadows,
inking silhouettes shaded by night.
A fresh coat of snow sticks to the trees,
falling in silence without a sound.
And cuddled close in a warm embrace,
we sip gourmet coffee freshly ground.
A saffron moon gilds cottony clouds,
beaming its light through crystals of ice.
And a shooting star unzips the sky,
mirrored within your eyes; enjoyed twice.
Mother Nature fills our souls with awe,
but winter's cold can't impede our pace.
For we've learned to enjoy each season
as time's slowly aged us with grace.
The stars confetti the black of space
as two enamored hearts skip a beat.
And love is reassured with a kiss,
for when together, we feel complete.
(Quatrain)
8/5/2016
Advantages Enjoyed by Adam and Eve
By Elton Camp
It didn't take a whack to make them breathe
They were spared the pain of having to teethe
Since they appeared as adults in a flash
It wasn't necessary to endure diaper rash
And, for them, there wasn't even a hint
Of that annoying stuff called navel lint
Another advantage of theirs was because
Neither had to tolerate mothers-in-laws
Even though clothes they didn't wear
There was nobody around to stare
Political elections they didn't endure
Their leadership was clean and pure
Heart disease they needn't fear at all
A diet of fruit contains no cholesterol
Neither had to worry the other would flirt
None but those two had sprung from dirt
How foolish it was for the two to say
Our righteous God we chose to disobey
I went far far away,
On a train that took all day,
Upon my arrival,
I tried but my energy was final,
I popped the cork and enjoyed my glass of wine.
11/29/2019
I remembered it most because of what happened,
So expected and at the same time,
I knew that what was would not for long.
When I looked that window that fine sunny day,
So I didn't expect it to be
Coming up Oh - so suddenly.
I realized I wasn't alone, he was standing their with me.
The times I had with him
I remember so fondly.
If you are silent about your pain, they will kill you and say you enjoyed it.
In the garden of silence, where words are unblossomed flowers and sighs, invisible dew,
We grow, we trees with deep roots in the soil of mute suffering,
With branches stretching towards a deaf sky, imploring a touch of understanding.
Pain, this captive bird in the cage of our chest, beats its wings against the bars of silence,
And we, magicians of dissimulation, transform tears into smiles and wounds into ornaments,
While the executioners of fabricated happiness dance on the graves of our unspoken voices.
Oh, how silence wraps around us, a venomous snake that tightens its grip ever more,
Until breath becomes a whisper, and the whisper transforms into shadow,
And the shadow melts into the void of a denied, unrecognized, unheard existence.
They, these sculptors of alternative reality, carve statues of ecstasy from our silence,
Paint canvases of imaginary happiness on our muteness,
And compose symphonies of joy from our deafening silence.
But deep within our being, a volcano of truth boils, grows, rebels,
The magma of pain struggles to erupt, to break the crust of indifference and denial,
For each unspoken syllable is a seed of revolution planted in the soil of consciousness.
So let us break the chains of silence, open the gates to the sound of our pain,
Let the cry fly like a phoenix reborn from the ashes of muteness,
For only in the roar of our truth will we find the freedom to be truly alive and heard.
For if we remain silent in the face of our own suffering,
We will become accomplices to our own execution,
And they will dance on our graves, proclaiming that we died happy.
WHEN I HAVE TO LEAVE THIS WORLD,
DON'T SHED ANY TEARS FOR ME,
CELEBRATE THE ART OF LIVING,
THE WAY I DID,
AND KNOW THAT MY LIFE WAS LIVED…
FULLY UNTIL THE END,
AND AT MY FUNERAL…
DON'T BRING ME FLOWERS,
BECAUSE YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE THEM,
DO NOT STAND OVER MY BODY,
STANDING THERE JUST STARING,
YOU KNOW I NEVER LIKED EYES WATCHING ME,
SING IN SONG FOR THIS MOMENT,
MUSIC ALWAYS MEANT SO MUCH TO ME,
DON'T DRESS ME IN GIRLY CLOTHES,
BECAUSE HEELS AND DRESSES NEVER FASHIONED ME,
I WAS A LAID BACK LADY,
AND MAKE SURE IM COMFORTABLE,
EVEN IN MY DEATH,
ENJOY YOURSELF AS IF THIS…
WAS A PARTY,
OR A PRIVATE GET TOGETHER,
TO EXPLORE MY SECRET SIDE,
SEND ME AWAY WITH A BLAST,
AND MAKE SURE THAT 'GOD' KNOWS…
THE CHILD HE CHOOSE TO CALL HOME…
IS DEFITNITLY A CLASS ACT.
Copyright ©2008 Myishia Williams
Pertaining to the nuances and subroutine of said liquid lunch
And after many waxing hour's of forensic deconstruction
I feel it's only right to say
I was very, very drunk at the time
And cannot in all honesty even remember exactly what the final outcome was
Nor in fact what the actual meeting was
pertaining too in the first place
But i do feel thanks are in order
Let's do it again as soon as
I still have credit left on my expense account
Be a shame to let it go to waste
Kind Regards
Yours Sincerely
M.P
Mayor
Councillor