Best Favoured Poems
Do you see what I see?
In the light of the new day
While birds chirp
Expectantly
Do you see the potential?
Of trying again
Doing it maybe a little
Differently
A new day,
Another chance
To try old things
Or something new
The favour and grace
Of being woken up
Can only be fathomed
When you witness
The sadness and heartbreak
Of someone who lost a loved one
The what if’s and the wish I could haves
Written on their faces
So if today you wake up sad,
Tired of life and all its challenges
Spare a thought -
You are still needed
Someone still needs you
To be their shoulder,
Someone still needs you
To share in their laughter
But most importantly
You are still here by grace
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crosswise MATISSE
Your art your notes your style
So varied so wise so true
Opened then drew close to
My eye my mind my heart
My eye my mind my heart
To love to learn to know
Your craft your theory your technique
Forever you made so unique
crosswise-GRAND-DAUGHTERS FAIR
Your innocence your purity your smile
So open so natural so wide
Charms enchants awakes
My spirit my eyes my pride
My spirit my eyes my pride
Inside in wonder in youth
To pray to gaze to praise
In love in awe of thee
quintile-SWEET VERSE
words too
familiar
or too remote
defeat the purpose of which,
he wrote
was his
hidden
enigma
a step too far,
if no-one could open
his jar
Inspired by Johnson's famous dictum
sequence-THE COUNSELLOR
He
opens
hearts and minds
in sickness and
health-
He
draws us
to himself
a quiet voice
we
hear
prompts
and reminds-
until peace we
find-
Then
fills us
with His word,
so we may be
heard
Fibonacci-faith quaternion
when
I
listen
God will speak
when God speaks
my mind
will
hear
when
the
open
door closes
light begins to glow
a new way
for me
to
go
An open verse
Will
my verse
reach your ear
can
your eye
stay the course
Does
unconvention
confound
the rhythm
of your eyes
Take
a deep breath
exhale and read
between my lines
unphased
by phrase and
habitude
or human voice
The choice
is always
yours if
my poem will
be or is
not to be
a tune upon
your ear
The story of the devil
is the story of all men
we make mistakes
the favoured son
Given to much
the son becomes spoiled
believing everything
they say
We allow them
to get away with lies
the spoiled child
will twist the knife of hate
Thinking they above the rest
knowing you are in their pocket
they attack
knowing you will support their faults
There is only one way
My way or the highway
the child making demands
breaking toys
knowing you are blind to their faults
God favoured the devil
treated the devil as his favourite son
the devil came to believe
That he was better than God
the spoiled son
the favoured child
blind to their faults
we fail to punish their mistakes
we fail to push them to succeed
we put them above others
I watched as Jason refused to go to school
his Grand mother supported him
he was allowed to stay at home
other kids questioned his desire to play
when school was over
punching then his mother as support
punished the child that had been punched
Jason grew up to lie
the spoiled son
you do your child no favour
all people should be treated equal
and yet they're not
treated equal expecting fair they learn to share
the favoured son turned against God
thinking himself better he fought for power
you are not good enough he said
I should have the power
God created the Devil
God favoured the Devil
God believed in the Devil
only one hour before the fight began
We put our heart and soul
into caring for our children
and then within a heartbeat
their actions can change your life forever
My chain of thought is cloaked in wisdom
As I breathe a world of ice
So shiny but without decision
Refracting light starts to entice
I let the flow consume me
I let my consciousness evolve
Far beyond my comprehension
My icy form starts to dissolve
Underneath the winter
I find the concrete earth
A shape misplaced by every season
The towering walls confuse my worth
I break into the statue
Of the thing that I’ve become
I see another empty dispute
There’s only one more statue that hides the sun
My anger turns to fire
I burn the towers of my pride
And as I settle what became me
I let the summer burn the things I hide
I wake into the winter
Cold without a cloak
But the ice presents me with its favour
This is the place where I find hope
CHRISTIAN QUINTILE
Habits
Ingrained die hard,
We need a helping hand
To disrobe,transmute our inner
Nature
with
Beauty
free from above,
Embedded in our heart
With loving kindness,ready to
Impart.
CHRISTIAN QUINTILE II
Jesus
Fountain of life
Beginning and our end-
For all to see,was and will be
Our God
the
God who
is alive,active
And of the loving kind-
Available,accessible
I am
ready to
Transform
Renew,complete-
Changed in a moment into
New robes.
Christianity today
hacked
to pieces...
marked with scratches
despised..
and crucified,
...mocked..like Christ;
courage
my friend
walk in His light ;
for in His sight,
our God of love..
Sees
a pure,
holy
spotless,dove
CONFESSION
We like sheep have gone astray,
if He marked our transgressions
who would stand.Tempted,ofttimes
tormented,self-conscious,self-
seeking missing the mark;stepping
over the line,impulsive,doing what
we do want to do.Encouraged into
doubt,we deceive ourselves,listening
to the father of lies,’Til the Holy Spirit
convict us of this sin.Absolved by the
Saviour’s sacrifice I turn back again,
for I know whom I have believed,and
together we walk on.
AN AGAPE RESUME
Arise my soul, lay bare
this heart, give me lips
touched by God,ever
consecrated to Him.
A true and steadfast
mind from higher radiance
caught.
The challenge from within ,
looking with a fresh mind
true to life,to taste & see,
grow with the flow,a servant
heart ..here..to eternity
WHO AM I
His workmanship,a poiema,His masterpiece
bearing his signature mark,evidence of
His image,remembered,written on His palm.
Beloved, altogether lovely,sustained and by
His hands, our cornerstone, I live.
he stands at the door &
knocks
hear his voice?
let him come in
his realm
is nearby
turn back
& trust
for as he was sent
so
are you & I
to tend his sheep
disciple
& reveal
not by might or power
but
by
the spirit
within