Best Fearing Poems
I felt our trouble brewing like a raging wind
and I, helpless to escape its stinging wrath.
In long dark corridors where he had sinned
I watched him crawling down an arcane path.
His murmurous mumblings I could not hear,
though echoed in a gravelly sonorous voice.
I knew instinctively there was much to fear.
In the surreal moment I had to make a choice.
When he woke on that cloudy thundering morn
I broached the problem that he could not defend.
His gorgeous green eyes were infused with scorn
and I cried knowing we'd reached the bitter end.
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I heard he keeps pretending everything is just fine
but I know his life is still ruled by the raging winds.
His dazzling smile is a façade that does not shine
when he looks in a mirror, for he sees his own sins.
If my dream had not become so frightening and vivid
my vision may not have found a way to make me see
the Mr. Hyde he becomes when his temper turns livid.
His next innocent victim could have possibly been me.
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4/24/16 MR's More Than the Eye can See Contest
A Garden rejoices when it envisions colourful exquisite blooms everywhere filling the empty spaces.
Lush green grasses are the attire it adorns and flowers become the embellishers.
Even a sad heart would feel enlightened & placid by visiting flowery garden.
In my heavenly serene garden.. once I sat and admired myriad flowers widely seducing the butterflies and bees through its aromatic succulent nectar and pollens..
They were all enjoying their appetizing feast.
At the same time..
I also noticed a pink hibiscus bud curled like a baby not wanting to bloom,preferring to remain a virgin..!!
I keenly observed as the butterflies were trying to kiss the petals and black bees constantly humming tunes to arouse it.
The mother hibiscus did not bother
Instead kept preparing herself to wither as her time was over.
The tiny bud wrapped the petals tight, covered her face and thoroughly weeped cogitating about losing her mom shortly and simultaneously scared by her predators who were competing around to conquer her heart.
Witnessing the struggle there climbs a saviour ant with his warrior team to save her from the trouble.He reaches to stimulate the tip & guarantee her that she will be safe and consoled her to stop worrying unnecessarily.
In few minutes competitors flew away and the bud was free from fear.
Visitor ants said "cheers" and left .
Mother flower bid good "bye" and shrivelled..
As the little one slowly unwrapped her petals to look at her world ..
A tear drop, up from the sky fell upon finally to deflower her.
She being fragile, now bloomed to be the most attractive flower in the garden.
I stood up went closer ,smiled at the blossom captured a picture and conveyed my first good "Hi."
28-7-2020
Second place in the contest.
Note:Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies!
Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Silent One.
Fearing the end is imminent
I pray the Lord will bring me home
My soul no longer innocent
Heaven is where I wish to roam
Surrounded by love so wholesome
God's warmth forever ambient
prevents from feeling unwelcome
Only upon final judgement
2/1/2020
"If, we trust in GOD. He, will walk by our side, through the end."
For I prayed to God to have a
man such as yourself to come
into my life
God Fearing
For the qualities that you have
I know these are the
characteristics that Jesus
displayed for I asked for God to
send me some one like you this
way I would know your truly a
gift from Him and not just Flesh
I desired once upon a time.
You love God the way I do
We can talk for hours about
Him
You are a giver
You Respect your mother and
whomever is around you, you
expect them to treat their
parents with the up most
respect the same.
You are willing to depart the
Wisdom that God has departed
into the spirit that resides
within you with anyone. You
don't judge.
But most importantly is we
have decided to become
covenant partners for life and
standing on our word that we
will not consummate until we
take our vows.
You promise not to rush me to
get married just so we can
copulate so we can be true
friends and
This to me is priceless.
For I prayed for years for
someone like you and I even
started to give up thinking that
such a person like you even
existed but I am happy to say I
know and understand that God
doesn't work by mans time but
HIS time! Therefore I know the
best is yet to come.
A life without a reason, now has a meaning
I will always keep hope and faith to keep living
As I read my biblical verses for wisdom
The music in my spirit gives my life rhythm
I’m always in need of Jesus my loving friend
To help keep me away from harm and sin
But those without God who attain these goals
Soon find emptiness remains in their souls
If only they would believe in God's Son
And repent of the sinful deeds they've done
In the hour of pain and anguish
Suffer not our hearts to languish
Since our hope is in the Lord
Not what the world can afford
But fear is love, and love is fear
God gave us his Son Jesus to show us he cares
Crucifixion framed
Wars fought in the above named
Convert or be maimed
It was so large
The New York Barge
If you wish to see
The Statue of Liberty
You board the boat
And away you float
My ornery friend
(Lifelong-till the end)
Refused to board the barge
It was packed and looked large
So I took a bandana
Blindfolded Marianna
Led my ornery pal
To the mid-ship locale
She protested ardently
I reassured her cheerfully
Made it to the island
But I had to hold her hand
As we climbed to the top
Oh my, what a drop
This was the only way
Her fears I could allay
Marianna felt proud
She’d made it through the crowd
But to this very day
She scowls at me in play
Whenever I mention
Our New York vacation
Her fear of the sea
Seems now gone, you see
But I’ll hold off on buying a cruise
Because my dear friend I would lose
To this day she’s ornery
But she’ll never be ordinary
*Entry for Carol Browns Ornery Best Friends contest. True story.
Life is full of fear.
It devours everyone.
Danger lurks in every turn.
Fear devours us.
Locking us in turmoil.
Afraid to look back,
Not wanting to know what's behind us.
Afraid to look forward,
Not wanting to move on.
Afraid to look left,
Afraid to look right,
We are all filled with fright.
Today, my spirit is as a wild stallion
Free to rear up and paw, my fears
A mother bear protects her young,
She shelters her cubs, from the feared unknowns
The unknowns are her presumed enemies
Who cloth in darkness, from her prejudiced light
Unknowns are uneducated, they lie today
And, millenniums have passed
Furthermore, the stallion still rears
©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved
Is rain on the way since the sky is gray?
Thunder roars, so yes, it's headed this way.
If lightning bolts spark the sky, will you fear?
That's my reaction when it strikes too near.
I see the hovering of nimbus clouds.
They're wearing dark cloaks like funeral shrouds.
I just felt the first drops of falling rain.
They sting like fire nettles, causing great pain.
Is the wind blowing things helter-skelter?
The storm approaches: we must take shelter.
I see a flock of starlings taking flight.
They're fleeing from squalls coming in the night.
I'm quivering like a tremulous bird.
This weather rends your nerves until they've stirred.
It's drawing closer with each thunderous roar!
Take courage. We've been through tempests before.
If a tornado comes, what should we do?
To the basement until the threat is through.
I should kindle a fire to warm the room.
That's a good thought to get rid of the gloom.
I'm worried shingles will blow off the roof.
This house has been through worse weather as proof.
Is it possible there will be a flood?
Trust me. There's sure to be puddles of mud.
Isn't it strange that storms arrive in the night?
That seems to be true, but we'll be alright.
I must sound like a whining worry wart.
That thought would never cross my mind, sweetheart.
Ignore my ramblings, but I cannot sleep.
There's chamomile tea. I'm letting it steep.
I think the wind is dying down at last.
Thank goodness. It appears the worst has passed.
I want to thank you for staying with me.
There is no place else I would rather be.
August 17, 2022
Dot Your I's and Cross Your T's Contest
Sponsored by Hilo Poet
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Muted light
plays on unsuspecting walls
in free form silhouettes
where shadows invade a dream
hidden deeply within
waking moments
Blurred scenes
move in distorted motions
when barriers are brief
and visions unfocused
cause a stirring
of emotions
Fractured flames
flicker in midnight thoughts
lost in the darkness
behind closet doors
of etched glass designed
to disguise
While here you sit
among quivering shapes
appearing in your mind,
clutching your blanket,
fearing your imagination,
drenched in an opaque illusion
11/21/19
Written for: The Opaque poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
‘No !
I am not a God Fearing man ‘
quite the opposite
‘I love my Creators
Freddy filched Frankie’s fav’rit fudge,
fearless Frankie flattened Freddy to the floor.
Father Fletcher fearing fratricide
fastened Frankie’s feet
firmly to the farmyard fence while friends
fixed Freddy’s fractious frame
fast to the family Ford.
December 8, 2020
contest: Alliteration
sponsor: Eve Roper
Sadness is evoked in the splendid sunset before the coming dusk,
I admire it immensely and yet it deepens as dark;
what's life? A rebirth of the seasons that alters time?
I certainly agree, but somehow I'm stupefied by the sublime!
Not all thoughts, sentiments, dreams and memories fade as sunsets:
they are our own images carved in time itself...
think of the exceptional individuals who became heroes and saints;
did they ever look back, or feared death?
The sunken sun is not visible anymore, above the wondrous Firmament flickers
as seagulls rest on rocks splashed by the turbulent waves,
and lost in it's immensity, I fear the shadows of the dusk...
when, unexpectedly, life is taken from me and I will return to worthless dust.
When jay Townsend Johnson Henry
climbed in my windiw searching
for my American poetry sending
chills down my spine author star
Parker was parked awaited this
impersonator my poetry wasn't as
grand as Robert frost or even
Edgar Allen poe I was broken
disabled mother retired nursery
school teacher from Germany I
enjoy folklore poetry with my children
I adored writing I certainly wasn't
highly educated I attended a school
for journalism as a child in Chicago
writing was my passion my grammer
was way off miss spelling words but my
poetry was mine and she was obsessed
with my poetry my life hence my dearh
nevertheless my imposter grew
enraged fearing my safety after I
contacted the fbi the attorney general
office she crawled away like a spineless
crab leaving dirty sand mites in her wake
as she gathered killers and dealers
to murder me end my life for my
American poetry I still cringe at the
behest of the full knowledge of this
sheer hardship i survived her threats
assassination attempts while she would
finally dummy up to dumb down
fascinating to say the least my prayers
remain for the soul of this person of
such envy hatred and cruelty for me
cruelty for a disabled American poet
I thank god for saving me from my killers