Best Fruitlessness Poems
God sees the poor in spirit* groaning in pain
Languishing in fleshly miseries where they’re slain
Being ruled by discouragement that’s vain
While hoping for His miracle to gain.
God invites them to immerse himself in His loving domain!
God hears them crying for divine aid and support
Excruciating from downfall’s discomfort
Wailing due to deceit and false report
While begging for His help, their ultimate resort.
God leads them to kneel with faith humbly before His gracious fort!
God knows them needing for urgent care
Beseeching for His assured welfare
Ailing with discontentment’s scare
While longing for His promises they treat as rare.
God brings them to His throne where at His blessings they can stare!
God understands them sighing anxiously
Expressing their complaints sorrowfully
Murmuring about unfairness grudgingly
While questioning their state bitterly.
God counsels them to seek His will meaningfully!
God recognizes them in their struggles against frustration
Succumbing to sinfulness’ oppression
Leaning toward welcoming desperation
While craving for His pardon’s restoration.
God grants them forgiveness upon confessing their iniquities of destruction!
God remembers them cringing in difficulty
Mourning over their self-inflicted calamity
Grieving because of worldliness-caused infirmity
While yearning for His joy and tranquility.
God cares for them with His mercy, guiding them by His light’s authority!
God pities them in their woes as they feel worthless
Wallowing in the futility of slothfulness
Afflicted with the guilt of fruitlessness
Pleading for His compassion and faithfulness.
God instructs them to serve Him thru His power to enjoy His bountifulness!
*Matthew 5:3 Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
December 15, 2018
7th place, "Tinker, Taylor" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 12/29/2018.
December 22 Scripture Meditations Based on Revelation 6
Key Verses – Revelation 6:1-2 And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see. And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CONQUERING ME
Thank You for Your conquering me and my degradation
Against hell’s terrible destruction
Fully rescuing me from sinfulness-degeneration
By Your compassionate heavenly direction.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my infirmity
Against carnality’s lustful iniquity
Fully pulling me from transgression-impurity
By Your dignified honourable integrity.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my filthiness
Against worldliness’ fearful perilousness
Fully driving me from corruption-fruitlessness
By Your constant gracious faithfulness.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my arrogance
Against pride’s selfish allegiance
Fully covering me from deception-appearance
By Your divine fatherly assistance.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my sentiment
Against discontentment’s foolish supplement
Fully correcting me from doubtfulness-statement
By Your wise eternal settlement.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my preference
Against changes’ erratic persistence
Fully upholding me from compromise-prevalence
By Your supreme sovereign permanence.
Thank You for Your conquering me and my fright
Against backsliding’s agonizing blight
Fully guarding me from quitting’s flight
By Your loving Word’s might.
December 22, 2022
Midst Monday bouts in work arena
knocking body with fatigue angst…
God’s victory* strengthens my faith to keep pressing on.
Though Tuesday schedule seems to fail
frustrating mind against planning zest…
The Lord revives my spirit as a warrior marching forward.
When Wednesday pursuits become futile
with routine turning toward torturous ennui…
Christ rejuvenates my soul against insistent boredom.
Trying Thursday times intensified by deadline pressure
test patience succumbing to fruitlessness’ blight…
The Saviour props my commitment for life-building endeavours.
Frustrating Friday obscures sublime vision
while carnality attacks what is divine…
Light of the Sovereign illumines my heart, seeking what’s heavenly.
Sometimes, Saturday tempts with slothfulness’ convenience
bringing guilt of worthlessness’ pangs…
Forgiving Master offers help, empowering my zeal for faithful service.
Since Sunday expectations shout sincere worship
unmasking hypocrisy, reproving skepticism and doubt…
The Holy Ghost* grips my trust, hoisting it by His grace and love.
*1Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
(This “busy week” has made me weary; and I thank the Lord for enabling me to make it… to be able to sing “It is no Secret What God Can Do” during our ministry live broadcast.)
July 4, 2020
1st place, "STRAND completely new (5) any theme any form" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/6/2020.
My heart* is a secret orchard
welcoming the entrance of the divine Gardener
Whose tending grace cheers flowers of prayer delight
as He hears supplications that faith-filled white roses shout
along the plight of chrysanthemums and daisies for nourishment-radiance.
In my heart's garden thrive vines that strive to reach the top
vibrantly inviting sovereign sun-rays for illumination-triumph
with wise enlightenment for counsel against towering arrogance
while lingering in the warm presence of the Creator Who inspires
always checking selfish motives and directing victory toward His exaltation.
Opening my heart's blessed garden
is the perfect Tiller, supplying it constantly
with goodness-buds midst serenity blossoms
against attacking pests of dearth and weeds of fruitlessness
replenishing with blessing toward abundant harvests to share His love and kindness.
*Psalm 44:21 Shall not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart.
April 27, 2026
Edited on May 20, 2026
2nd place, "My heart is a secret garden" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 5/21/2026
Stopped a front a marble alter
guilt of crosses to bear,
unrepentant sins left to falter,
a damage beyond repair.
Awakening a slumbered light
a soulless heart to fill,
burning a fuse that refuses to ignite
revulsion of the catholic swill.
Devils of a demented scroll,
souls rise to an angels call,
masquerading with unfashionable droll
death ultimately succumbs us all.
Divided souls of subtle pragmatics
an unyielding faith of fruitlessness fanatics.
Looking at the mirror with good day’s pleasure
I see slothfulness’ glamour gripping me with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack my sense of honor for me to defy time-worth’s treasure
So defiant; not a generous donor offering me gift that costs much pressure!
Now, I challenge you, my indolent suitor, upon your procrastination’s grandeur
I’m aware of your wastefulness’ color since my schedule you want to injure
I fight you for putting me in meaninglessness’ rigor against unjustified torture
Dampening my work-ardor by your entertainment-indulgence culture!
Face now my determination fervor straightening your laziness-posture
I vanquish your terror that’s underestimating my devotion-measure
See how I combat fruitlessness’ horror in striving for a productive future
While trusting God with His grace-anchor, I press on by His might so sure!
Don’t shake me with doubts’ tremor; I confront you upon truth’s nurture
You'll be overtaken by my Conqueror… just prepare for a painful capture
Never dare me; you’re a deceitful actor trapped inside reality’s exposure
I’m controlled by the Victor Who has mastered very well human nature!
Along my stewardship’s armor, I smite you with discipline-censure
Having the Lord’s good favor... I win against your lethargic displeasure
Upheld by His strong succor, I subdue your destructive gesture
Trained by my champion Mentor... I arise toward faith-performance venture!
Thus, by diligence-motor, ...you, spirit of the sluggard*, I adjure
Yield to the task-commander’s tenor …follow work-ethics’ procedure
Escape from vanity’s galore …be prodded to toil and endure
Girded by hardships’ candor …stand up with zealousness-feature!
Opponent of losing savor, Surrender your worthless seizure for healthy cure
Accept that you’re beaten by genuine labor midst your impatience-tenure
I thank my Savior for righteous valor making me win on persistence juncture
Guided constantly by the Director, I persist in His triumphant service-pasture!
*Proverbs 13:4 The soul of the sluggard desireth, and hath nothing: but the soul of the diligent shall be made fat.
June 11, 2018
Edited on December 18, 2018
1st place, "Bunny Jump Honey Lump Funny Chump" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 12/31/2018.
The looting; the crying
The shooting; the dying
The terror; the fright
The horror; the flight
The torture; the pain
The effort; the strain
The nightmarish dreams
The blood chilling screams
The stench; the decay
The struggle, the dismay
The unthinkable
The abominable
The demolition
The decapitation
The execution
The extermination
The anguish
To languish
The mercilessness
And fruitlessness
And woe
Of war
Looking at the mirror
…with good day’s pleasure
I see indolence-glamor
…gripping me with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack my sense of honor
…for me to defy time-worth’s treasure
Such a deceiving foe; not a generous donor
…offering me gift that costs much pressure!
Today, I challenge you, my sluggard laziness' suitor
…upon your procrastination’s grandeur
I’m aware of your wastefulness’ color
…since my daily schedule you want to injure
I fight you for putting me in meaninglessness’ rigor
…against unjustified torture
Dampening my work-ardor
…by your entertainment-indulgence culture!
I now combat fruitlessness’ horror
…in striving for a productive future
While trusting God* with His grace-anchor
…I press on by His might so sure!
*Proverbs 28:25 He that is of a proud heart stirreth up strife: but he that putteth his trust in the LORD shall be made fat.
July 5, 2018
1st Place, "Standard No. 100..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand: judged on 7/7/2018.
Looking at the mirror
with good day’s pleasure
I see slothfulness’ glamor
taunting with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack sense of honor
defying time-worth’s treasure
So defiant; not a generous donor
offering gift that costs much pressure!
I challenge you, my body’s indolent suitor
upon your procrastination’s grandeur
I’m aware of your wastefulness’ color
since programmed schedule you want to injure
I fight you for putting me in meaninglessness’ rigor
against unjustified torture
Dampening my work-ardor
by your entertainment-indulgence culture!
Face now my spiritual fervor
straightening your laziness-posture
I vanquish your terror
that’s underestimating my devotion-measure
See how I combat fruitlessness’ horror
striving for a productive future
While trusting God with His grace-anchor,
I press on by His might so sure!
Don’t shake me with doubts’ tremor;
I confront you upon truth’s nurture
You'll be overtaken by my Conqueror
… just prepare for a painful capture
Never dare me; you’re a deceitful actor
trapped inside reality’s exposure
I’m driven by the Victor
Who has mastered very well human nature!
Along my stewardship’s armor,
I smite you with discipline-censure
Having the Lord’s good favor...
I dominate over your lethargic displeasure
Upheld by His strong succor,
I subdue your destructive gesture
Trained by my champion Mentor...
I arise toward faith-performance venture!
Thus, by diligence-motor, ...
you, spirit of the sluggard, I adjure
Yield to the task-commander’s tenor
…follow work-ethics’ procedure
Escape from vanity’s galore
…be prodded to toil and endure
Girded by hardships’ candor
…stand up with zealousness-feature!
Opponent of losing savor,
Surrender your worthless seizure for healthy cure
Accept that you’re beaten by genuine labor
midst your impatience-tenure
I thank my Savior for righteous valor
making me win on persistence juncture
Guided constantly by the Director,
I persist in His triumphant service-business* pasture!
Personification with rhyme form
*Romans 12:11 Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord.
April 7, 2019
Edited on May 13, 2020
5th place, "Shutter Speed" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann; judged on 5/18/2020.
Pin prick tattoos from wind nipped lobes,
designs from cracked and wrinkled scrolls;
don’t leave me in these Winter robes
a wand’ring soul…a wand’ring soul.
I don’t embrace night drunken suns
or drizzly, drowsy rootlessness
where vines lay bare ‘round garden runs,
such fruitlessness…such fruitlessness.
I’m horrified by North-wind chides
that seep through secret cracks in doors.
Don’t leave me where the Winter thrives
o’er frosty shores… o’er frosty shores.
I’m numb when sun is layered thin
and ricochets off bars of ice
and snowmen judge my every sin
with winter vice… with winter vice.
Just take me with you when you leave
away from teasing thaws of war,
where trees take shapes from the bereaved
no Spring in store… no Spring in store.
Don’t leave me in this haunted lair,
the dank and dismal realms of night;
my heart can’t bare the stale affair
all painted white… all painted white.
When I groan in my sin-inflicted pain
Languishing in misery brought by disobedience-stain
Sorrowing midst fleshly triumph so void and vain…
God offers to me His grace I’m unworthy to gain
...putting my life into His peace-quarantining domain!
When I cry for divine aid and support
Excruciating from my downfall’s discomfort
Wailing due to my worldliness and its guilt-haunting escort …
God pours His mercy for my ultimate resort
...leading my faith toward His peace-upholding fort!
When I need urgent care
Beseeching for an assured welfare
Ailing with discontentment’s scare…
God presents His promises which His words declare
...exposing my soul to His peace-enlightening stare!
When I sigh anxiously
Murmuring against unfairness bitterly
Questioning my situation regretfully…
God subdues my doubts by His concern lovingly
...lifting my heart by His peace-driving might earnestly!
When I struggle against frustration
Succumbing to iniquities’ oppression
Leaning toward welcoming desperation…
God reaches out to me with His restoration
...bringing my efforts to His peace-working sanctification!
When I complain in difficulty
Mourning over my unexpected calamity
Grieving because of pride-bruised infirmity…
God corrects me to submit to Him with humility
...breaking my will against His peace-strengthening authority!
When I immerse in failure’s business
Wallowing in the futility of slothfulness
Afflicted with illness of fruitlessness…
God awakens me thru His compassion’s gentleness
...pushing my service to His peace-empowering bountifulness!
*Psalm 29:11 The LORD will give strength unto his people; the LORD will bless his people with peace.
March 29, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND CHOICE V..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/31/2020.
God knows me needing for urgent care
Beseeching for His assured welfare
Ailing with discontentment’s scare
While longing for His promises I treat as rare.
God brings me to His throne where at His blessings I can stare!
God understands me sighing anxiously
Expressing my complaints sorrowfully
Murmuring about unfairness grudgingly
While questioning my state bitterly.
God counsels me to seek His will meaningfully!
God recognizes me struggling against frustration
Succumbing to sinfulness’ oppression
Leaning toward welcoming desperation
While craving for His pardon’s restoration.
God grants me forgiveness toward Christ-like transformation!
God remembers me cringing in difficulty
Mourning over my self-inflicted calamity
Grieving because of worldliness-caused infirmity
While yearning for His joy and tranquillity.
God corrects me with His mercy so I can attain biblical maturity!
God pities me in my woes, feeling worthless
Wallowing in the futility of slothfulness
Afflicted with the guilt of fruitlessness
Pleading for His compassion* and faithfulness.
God instructs me to serve Him thru His power to enjoy His bountifulness!
*Psalm 86:15 ...Thou, O Lord, art a God full of compassion, and gracious, longsuffering, and plenteous in mercy and truth.
April 18, 2018
March 9 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 10-12
Key Verse –Judges 10:16 And they put away the strange gods from among them, and served the LORD: and his soul was grieved for the misery of Israel.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SOUL DEFENDER
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your mount of holiness
Thank You for enabling me to arise through Your faithfulness
While I forsake self-centeredness
And overcome worldly vexation with Your wisdom-graciousness.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your camp of service
Thank You for helping me conquer misery of slothfulness-practice
While I fight fruitlessness with Your valour though I’m a novice
And outgrow idleness according to Your Word’s notice.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your house of rejoicing
Thank You for leading me to Your restoration-peace with Your blessing
While I dwell in Your care’s compassing
And optimize Your grace toward Your bliss-possessing.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your coasts of mercy
Thank You for cleansing me from confessed sins by Your clemency
While I hearken to Your exhortations’ persistency
And open myself to Your teaching midst truth-fervency.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your vineyards of soulwinning action
Thank You for making me behold rewards of discipleship-session
While I bewail my fruitlessness in labour-malfunction
And offer to You my best by Your work-production.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your might of deliverance
Thank You for welcoming me to Your presence with faith-appearance
While I repent from my unbelief, claiming Your assurance
And own Your pardon along Your blessed guidance-perseverance.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your promised land of victory
Thank You for comforting me with Your sacrifice of divine history
While I praise You for freeing me from judgment’s fury
And orderly follow Your directions toward triumphant glory.
March 9, 2023
11/17/15 Hate
I used to think I couldn’t hate
Well, not like this or that person
Their hate sounded hateful
“I hate when the dish washer doesn’t use hot water!”
“I’ll kill you if you don’t stay out of my business!”
“I hate lying, cheating, stealing…but (under his breath) not fornication”
“I hate animal cruelty”
“I hate slavery”
It was caused by misunderstanding
Fruitlessness and disgust and judgments
My thinking that way was tenuous at best
My hate came late
With the power of living in my own apartment
I hate the shyster
I hate the lazy
I hate the unforgiveness owed by us all
I hate the disobedience
I hate that we cannot always know
Or see
Or feel
Or be
Hate-free…
God gives me second chances with His love, verily unconditional
Conquering my failures of grievous frustrations
Asserting me His truth; thus “I can rise again by His grace!”*
I thank Him for girding me along my faith…
Anchoring my steadfastness upon His truth
Against doubts and unbelief.
God grants me abounding second chances along His mercy, readily available
Upholding my heart against lamentable losses
Affirming to me that He is sovereign!
I honour Him for uplifting me in my submission…
Breaking my pride thru His holiness
Against haughtiness and self-glorying.
God assures me miraculous second chances thru His power, surely wondrous
Rebuking my pessimism that hinders me to move on
Ascertaining to me that He rules with supreme wisdom!
I praise Him for correcting me of my ignorance…
Guiding my decisions thru His precepts
Against deceit and skepticism.
God leads me toward triumphant second chances by His joy, truly cheering
Securing my salvation with His Word so immutable
Awaking me from regrets of no profit!
I esteem Him for propelling me to work thru my commitment…
Blessing my service-labor with His approval
Against fruitlessness and indolence.
*Proverbs 24:16 For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again…”
January 18, 2019
6th place, "Second Chances" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 1/22/2019.