Best Forbearing Poems
Then spoke our Lord upon the scene
in a world of sheep gone astray.
His talk is truth, somewhat pristine
for thoughtless people of the day.
A taxman listened from a tree;
then spoke our Lord upon the scene
“Zacchaeus, come on down, I’m free.”
Inviting himself was not mean.
For Christ, offense was not routine
where greedy merchants sold their ware.
Then spoke our Lord upon the scene
“My Father’s house - a house of prayer.”
A guilty one laments his plea;
forbearing words will intervene
with “Simon, feed my sheep for me,”
then spoke our Lord upon the scene.
Then spoke our Lord upon the scene
in a world of sheep gone astray.
His talk is peace to those who lean
in faith on Him who marks the Way.
Contrite the thief, One paid his price -
then spoke our Lord upon the scene.
“Today we’ll meet in Paradise,”
The cross held hope yet unforeseen.
An officer with mind so keen
perceived God has remote control.
Then spoke our Lord upon the scene
“Go home! believe, your slave is whole.”
A storm at sea obeyed his will
the wind and waves became serene -
Those simple words of “Peace, be still”
then spoke our Lord upon the scene.
Still speaks our Lord to us today
the loving words of truth and peace.
Our deepest ears take note, obey,
and pray His words will never cease.
28 January 2016
To you, O women great, in obeisance, I bow,
For your primary forms of mother, sister, mate;
Full of love, patience, kindness and compassion, how,
The almighty has adorned you with goodness great;
As planners and arrangers, today, you excel,
As big bosses chiefs and heads, powers vast you wield;
Teachers, officers, authors - In all you seem good,
Care, caution and concern - with you go very well,
As economists, to homes and globe, wealth you yield;
In your head and heart, virtues reside as they should...!
Incarnation of love! You’re my inspiration!
Visionary you are; your views always outshine;
So beautiful! True jewel of any nation!
In forms of goddess, you dwell-in many a shrine;
Your perfection permeates limits of the sky,
Your determination deepest of depth pierces;
In patience is like the forbearing mother earth!
Your optimism outgrows the very palm tree, high,
Your trustworthiness, every painful hearts, nurses,
Honesty and loyalty, in you, find no dearth...!
In integrity, O women, you're never less,
Sense of wit and humor in life you never lack;
With grace of forgiveness you raze all hatred-mess,
Your nature of nurturing heals each psychic crack;
Your encouragements make the humanity grow;
Your fun and frolics, happiness in hearts, blossom,
In facing hardest of challenges, you've no match!
Thoughts and feelings in you, like the gentlest breeze, blow,
There lies constant comfort in your benign bosom;
Wisdom and wit, with you, merrily, get attach...!
You've been the source of all human origin,
Wombs that have given birth to global history;
In, form of, immaculate virgin with no sin,
You've brought the redeemer, full of mystery;
It's hence; I extol you, dear women, to the heights,
Strength and power of the universe hides in you;
Creating, protecting, destroying each power!
Hills mountains, vales, landscapes and all marvelous sights,
Earth and ether were born by feminine strength too,
My wish is to be your friend each-and-every hour...!
23 March 2022
TRIBUTE TO WOMEN Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
blue ruffles and suspenders,
twist ‘n tout
their quick step
intermingled with applause,
side to side smiles,
astute to wrest the audience.
choreography jacks
the core of seasoned judges,
up on their feet,
forbearing technique.
joy spreads
like a serendipitous meadow -
spring arrives,
verdant with faeries and butterflies,
honeysuckle and roses,
violets, the warm sun
of
baby’s breath-teeth
to tinker bell-tiptoes.
at final spin
contest won
by
fainting notes
of whim.
11/27/2020
Yes, He is approachable. No, He is not hidden or isolated.
Yes, He is an Infinite and Awesome Supernatural Being.
He introduces himself to us in the form of our own humanity and invites us into a personal relationship with Himself.
He demolishes all former barriers and walls of separation,
and establishes eternal bonds of one-on-one communication.
He is infused with simplicity, and immune to complexity.
He is not abstract and does not freeze my brain with questions too advanced for me. If he utters realities that are not understood by me, I neither worry nor experience frustration.
I understand that He is nt the author of confusionon but a Revealer of Truth, which is himself.
He is forbearing and redemptive; not judgmental
He is a most lovely Being; not a selfish unknown
He much prefers to forgive and ‘look over this’, than to condemn and ‘get you for that’.
If he had instincts, love would be at the very top.
Perhaps our first life instinct is self-consciousness.
Self-preservation is a natural for us. He requires no preservation; and if he has anything to preserve, it is us.
01092017 cj PS
Mesmerized and enthralled
Objective and fair-minded
Optimistic about anything
Nurturing and nourishing
Friendly and affectionate
Lenient and sympathetic
Observant and mindful
Well-balanced and graceful
Earnest and passionate
Reasonable and sensible
Open and forthright
Nerdy but interesting
Meek yet forbearing
Adventurous and intrepid
Yielding and malleable
Oriented and discerning
Nonchalant and unperturbed
Easygoing and good-humored
05/01/16
"Poem Written On Your Birthday
II" Poetry Contest
2nd Place
That word Love, that surpasses all
the eternal flame, you hold in your hand..
My darling my gift to you, thousand veils of light
passions of our minds, in heaven so true
where God's counsel will stand, is love, more love
and laid on a path laid bare, is my hand to yours
from the eyes of the heart, and there will be no comparing
or timeless forms of eternal unquestionable loving souls
as inborn from the passion from heaven..
Dear darling,
My gift to you is ever endearing forbearing lovely loving....LOVE...
Brooke Dylan 2014
(Mothers They Are, Not Just On Mother's Day)
Mothers are souls, gentle as some birth mothers
Oh, I've seen their tender hearts bleed
Their minds racing to find whatever the need
Heaven knows how far their hands with kindness stretch
Each morsel becomes five loaves, and two fishes
Rest assured their fountain remains reservoir
Satisfying any who thirst; you'd place garlands at their door
Don't you know, they sprinkle love seeds galore, where'er they go
And with forbearing; they watch each smile like flowers bloom
Year in, year out. These Moms are rooted on forgiving grounds.
*
(Written for: Tammy Reams' Acrostic poetry contest, April 13th deadline)
-- Mother's Day --
My Recurrent Dream, Translation of Paul Verlaine's Sonnet : Mon Rêve Familier
I'm often subject to a strange and invasive dream
Of an elusive woman whom I love, and who loves me
And who at every encounter might not the same be
Nor altogether another be, yet forbearing in her love seem.
For knowing how my open heart laid bare will confirm
How for her alone it beats, helas ! I can breathe free
Yes, for her alone, the paleness of my brow dewy
She alone knows how to relieve, her tears stream.
Is she a brunette, blond or russet ? - I ignore.
Her name ? I recall it sounds sweet, echoes in the ear
Like those of lovers Life puts apart.
Likewise her looks, the gaze of statues,
And, as for her voice, distant and calm, and the art
Of the gravity of cherished voices long since mutes.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, December 1, 2018
She glimmers by the darkness of the sea
To welcome those who seek true liberty
This apple of the earth tempts all to see
The truth that nothing in this world is free
Such beauty bears a burning torch up high
The glorious towers of an empire try
To reach God's heaven with a greedy eye
A dream compared unto a slice of pie
Thou sleepest not and yet unvigilant
For evil blinded thy Inhabitants
When unrighteous riches reigns abundant
Eternity becomes irrelevant
Then terrors fall on thee in judgment quake
When nations drink his wrath at last awake
Filled with much pride thy golden idols break
Forbearing grace thou rudely didst forsake
But from the ashes stands an emblem old
Upon a hill of broken dreams foretold
Unworthy friends he was betrayed and sold
The priceless one with selfless love untold
So spread the word, cease from thy night of work
A new day comes, O glorious Sun of York!
Once when I was kept in the safest column
He was already standing beside my mother's womb
Whispering me lullaby
And I was happy
Before I walk my day
He was already standing in the doorway
Packing me provisions so I could make it through the day
I said 'Where are we going?'
He said 'To the Garden where river flows'
And we went
We passed by a forest
Heavily infested with unruly beasts and serpents
Standing therein were brute trees
In different sizes and in different shapes
Whose branches were against each other colliding
All their leaves stared at me despairing and beeding
I said 'This is dark, lonely and cold'
He said 'Tighten your grip, you will be safe'
And we went
To my relief
We reached a healthy field
Pleasantly rugged by blossoms of all sorts
The frogs altogether singing
Spreading my arms under the rain dancing
And I was happy
I said 'I want to stay here'
He said 'No, the rain and the blooms are not forever'
I said ' I will keep some red roses'
He said 'They are not yours to keep, they wither and die'
And we went
Unto the empty hut, we went
I approached and cried
'When are You going to cease giving commands?
Is this what You brought me here?
Run my living?
You are a selfish God!'
And I wept
On shadows,
He spread me blanket
On daybreaks,
He lay me bread
Yet I wept and wept further
Many evenings visited
I turn and toss
And toss and turn
I could not rest
Like an orphan child standing next to stranger's home
To Him I walked, I cried 'I am sorry'
And said
'Thank You for Teaching and Guiding
my restless, fractured, aggressive heart;
Thank You for being the Source of Light
where dark alley could I be if You do not lamp my way?;
Thank You for All-Hearing
all my longings and unspoken words;
Thank You for Forbearing
my dissatisfaction, whining, wanting more and complaining;
Thank You for being the All-Mighty
making me strong, I swear I will make it through;
And just in case my flesh fails
Do not leave me by the road
Take me to the Place where all this journey for'
He said
'How much can you weigh of My bounty?
I never been unkind to you'
Although I wept,
I was happy
And we went.
The Almighty’s love*
sublime, gloriously divine
awesomely magnificent
overlooked my human nature's defiled stature
to re-create me --- to be His peculiar child.
God’s love, so wondrous
redeeming transgressors from sin’s wages
assures me peaceful bliss, heavenly indeed
when I accepted His offered pardon
that ransomed my soul.
With the Lord’s great love
intensifying His truth and grace
my faith, midst turbulent, doubt-stricken world
is secured, braced by His boundless compassion
against jeering hatred of skepticism's mockery.
By Christ’s love, precious
exemplified through His sacrifice
I'm granted everlasting life
with satisfying abundance
overtaking vanity's worthlessness.
Love of the Master, ceaselessly enabling
transforming perfectly
toward joyous ministerial servanthood
settles my devotion's fulfillment
stamped by His approval, making me yielded to Him.
Gripped with Jesus’ love
constraining through His mercy
I share His care’s gift
prompted by His goodness-fervor
while repenting from carnal selfish pursuits.
Gratefully joyous
I praise God, genuine love’s Source
Charity's omnipotent Alpha and Omega
verily deserving of my wholehearted adoration ---
without Him and His lovingkindness, I am nothing.
*Ephesians 2:4 But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us…; 3:17 That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love; 3:19 And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God; 4:2 With all lowliness and meekness, with longsuffering, forbearing one another in love; 4:15 But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ.
July 23, 2019
Edited on November 11, 2019
2nd place, "Love is the Answer" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 11/19/2019.
F R E E D O M
finite minds cannot fathom
flows through faith
fearlessly, yet jubilantly following
footsteps of the Lord, omnipotent truth-Fortress
Foundation anchoring liberty-frame
fostering compassionate living against falsehood’s flattery…
Fruitful in fidelity’s furtherance
flawless freedom’s fullness
fixed and offered by heavenly Father
fuels forgiveness
facilitates reconciliation with foes
fastens families and friends
forbearing one another in fellowship feasting…
Flourishing in God’s favour
faultless freedom
forsakes feigning foolishness
framed upon feebleness
forgets frustration-falls
forbids anxious fretting
fenced inside love’s fulfillment…
Fervently facing fleshly filthiness by divine force
freed soul from hell’s fury flames
fixes flight with spiritual fortitude
fighting failures as triumphant servant-finisher~~~
first thanking Christ’s sacrifice, excellently foremost
furnishing assured eternal freedom
finally to reign midst peace, joy, charity… forever.
PATRIARCHY
We had Fathers.
Distant creatures
beings aware of another dimension
condemned to keep its secrets,
protect us from its presence
for as long as possible.
Solitary creatures – these Fathers,
lone hunters
stealthily disappearing
and re-appearing.
Loud creatures –
snarling at the world,
growling and nipping
at their children
to protect them – from it.
Lonely creatures – these Fathers
prowling foggy dawns,
sunsets flaming condemnation,
weary – yet tirelessly working
to fulfill the needs of a day.
Restless beings – these Fathers
troubled even in sleep
snorting as a tethered stallion
restrained from running,
breathing as if in retreat
from a hunter’s prey.
Warriors – these Fathers
Elders – possessing almost Shamanic skills,
stolid, forbearing - surface calm
roiling in the torment
of their patriarchal duties.
We are Fathers still -
less distant, less secretive,
snarling and growling
at a world we no longer understand
where perception overrides reality.
We will always be Fathers
distant, solitary, lonely creatures
Warrior elders awaiting fate’s transition,
watching sons - become men – become Fathers.
John G. Lawless
7/8/2015
not submitted to the Patriarchy Poetry Contest as it is over 20 lines
My God is not your God
My Demon is not your Demon
If pigs fly
If snakes jumps
If horses lay eggs
Than God and Satan are fables.
My God is just
Tolerant
Receptive
Forbearing
And above all forgiving.
My Demon is addictive
Obsessive
Enslaving
Oppressing
And above all disheartening.
God makes me sad with emotions
Languishing love
Disconsolate
Weeping for my shortcomings.
Satan makes me brave
Giving me hope
Pleasure
Indulgence to carnal desire.
I hunger for them both
Without them I am lost
Disoriented
Unhinged.
GIFTS OF GOD
Chrestotes chara praotes
inwardly kind,full of joy
Oiktirmos egratia spoude;
anechomai;
gentle meek;compassionate;
yet in control
Arete, pistis,hupomone
diligent
enduring with patience
gnosis,zezoo phusioo
perpereuomai;
moral ,persuaded
to trust
Hagnotes elpis agape
Tapeinophrosune
persevering,understanding;
not boastful or arrogant;
eusebeia Agathosune aeltheia
blamelessly pure, hope filled
filled with agape love
anupokritos philadelphia;
humble in godliness;charitably good
integral sincere
Dokime zezoo makpothumia
diakaiosune eirene
brotherly kind;
proven of character;
not jealous, but forbearing
set right with God
and at one
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