Best Gearing Poems
GOD be praised and thanked for His Word*
We acknowledge as Spirit’s sword
declaring “Thus saith the Lord…
The Bible --- Scriptures of grace-ford!
Assuring soul's great salvation
God's Word anchors our redemption
As well as sanctification
Enabling our transformation!
Always at work in fellowship
With the Lord's truth-braced leadership
Gearing our faithful stewardship
And triumphant praise-filled worship!
Indeed working for reaching-out
While sharing Gospel without doubt
Illumining for heaven's route
Midst joyous hallelujah shout!
*Hebrews 4:12 For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.
December 27, 2021
Edited on December 7, 2023
Gearing up to what should be magical
Special winter to be a first of firsts
Brand spanking new at the grand-parent thing
Marshmallow snowsuits, sleighs and Santa Claus
First fluffy snowflakes falling from above
The Christmas tree lit up with shiny balls
Starring our nine-month old baby darling
Picturing with glee the sheer confusion
Crazy folk coaxing him to be wreckless
Bows, ribbons and coloured flashy paper
A few minutes of this and he’ll get bored
To make him magnificently happy
He just wants a cardboard box and cookie
Our Christmases will never be the same
Knowing next year he’ll be more into it
Now we just drool at all the photo ops
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted for contest MY WINTER sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - November 17, 2017 - RANKED 5TH
May 12 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 60-62
Key Verse – Psalm 62:12 Also unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy: for thou renderest to every man according to his work.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR RENDERING TO ME ACCORDING TO MY WORK
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s diligence
Ever regarding my earnest obedience
While forgiving my impudence and impatience
Every time I come to You for Your revival prevalence.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s fervency
Ever upholding my faith’s persistency
While correcting my laxity and leniency
Every time I come to You for Your mercy.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s feature
Ever rewarding my service-gesture
While recompensing my sacrifice of submission-posture
Every time I labour through Your strengthening nurture.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s earnestness
Ever blessing my steadfastness
While attending to my performance along faithfulness
Every time I depend on You for Your helpfulness.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s commitment
Ever equipping my involvement
While enabling my dedication’s achievement
Every time I trust You for Your encouragement.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s fruit-bearing
Ever satisfying my productiveness’ rearing
While increasing my soulwinning harvest with love’s caring
Every time I beseech You for Your gearing.
May 12, 2022
July 25 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ecclesiastes 9-12
Key Verse – Ecclesiastes 9:7… God now accepteth thy works.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ACCEPTING OUR WORKS
Praise be to God for accepting our works that are:
Righteously worthy by His mercy
Responsibly watched with His might
Rationally wrought well along His means
Rendered wisely through His Word and miracles
Rejoicingly wondrous along winsome ways midst His marvels
Ecclesiastes 10:2 Praise be to the Lord for
giving us a wise heart as we:
Testify about His gearing goad for growth’s glow
Trust His guidance and governance
Thank His guarding gentleness
Toil along His goodness
Triumph in His grace
Ecclesiastes 11:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
enabling us to rejoice in His:
Prosperous progress with His peace
Powerful presence and protection
Purposive promises of provisions
Perfect plan by His providence
Priceless and precious person
Ecclesiastes 12:1 Praise be to the Almighty for
charging us to remember Him, our Creator in the:
Days of our youth
Demands of our yoke
Duties of our yearnings
Determination of our yes
Delightfulness of our yields. Amen!
July 25, 2024
We're all gearing up for the diamond jubilee
Said the bunting waving neighbours smiling with glee
We're all cheering up for the diamond jubilee
Keeping calm and carrying on, truly britishly
We're all working tirelessly for the diamond jubilee
Another priveleged, frivolous squandering of our tax money
Government on high alert for the diamond jubilee
The inhumane lawful theft, by bloody royalty
We're all leaving work for the diamond jubilee
Lovely, if the queen foots the bill, instead of you and me
So many people smile so smugly at the diamond jubilee
From every branch of that twisted family-moneytree
Everyday people have paid for this diamond jubilee
A party for the richest robbers and the regal dynasty.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
“…I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”*
Such Scripture truth braces me up with God’s grace
Propelling me to move on, bounce back, march forward
Every time my yearning for my human-fortress intensifies.
Vulnerable to attacking nostalgic angst
I’m now succumbing to the reminiscence-force
My heart cannot defy, and surely my mind can’t deny.
Vividly lingering, and now steadfastly clinging …
Images of my Dad’s cheerful countenance
Prodding and inspiring me to do my utmost
Caress of his hands, soothing my feverish forehead
Nurturing while gearing-up my faith-fortitude
The warmth of his loving fatherly counsel
Punctuated with, “I love you, my darling daughter.”
There I was with my dear Dad in his intensive care nook
Singing psalms, reading Bible verses to him
Praying fervently… yet hiding my grief.
With my hands clasped in his, I saw him smile with his boyish grin
Uttering no word, but I heard in my heart his shout of care...
Serenely, he gave up his final mortal breath
Leaving me and my siblings grateful to the Almighty Father
While singing “It is well with my soul.”
I imagined my phone ringing, “Hello, Dad… I miss you…”
Staring at his photo, I exclaimed
“I see you and Mom holding hands in heaven.”
Calendar reverberates awakening reality…
Dad’s celebrating with angels his death anniversary.**
*Hebrews 13:5 “… I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”
Today is one month death anniversary of Dad who went home to heaven on January 2, 2019 at 5PM.
February 2, 2019
Written on the one month death anniversary of Dad who went home to heaven on January 2, 2019 at 5PM
1st place, “Loved and Lost” Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 1/26/2023
1st place, “Poem Titled Saudade” Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 2/24/2019
Headed for the tower
Watch the legs supply the power
Using a simple two-wheel device
Spirited competitive ride healthy and nice
This athletic mechanical dance
Traveling the scenic villages throughout France
Checking the rural roads
Letting everyone know
‘How is it holding up after the mountainous winter snows?’
Twenty-one stages to do all this
An international spectacle not to be missed
Late June and into mid-July
Townspeople applaud as the colorful circus goes bye
Bringing neighbors together
Sometimes enjoying beautiful weather
But when it rains
No one complains
About this strategic cyclist game
Yellow, green, polka dot
Shirts note which riders are winning and are hot
Tour de France is arriving at its destination
City of Lights gearing up for the championship presentation
Under the arch
They glide not march
Thirsty and parched
Knowing soon the accomplishment will be real
Proclaiming well done to the peaceful pedaling deal
Gargoyles stamping the approved entertainment seal
Hitting the end line
Everything finished and fine
Ready to pour the victory wine
While success dines
On time
Using the sponsor's dime
And listening to the Notre Dame bell’s chime
With nothing to fear
Until next year
When they come back here
For the Tour de France cheer
Admonishing against arrogance and apathy
Building lives buttressed with leadership brace
Caring for his children, blending compassion and circumspection
Daddy* dearest is decisive, determined, diligent, dedicated, disciplinarian...
Empowering with his enabling encouragement
Fatherly figure, firming up family fortress by his faith-fortitude
Godly in gearing, guarding, governing, guiding along grace goodness
Hoisting us toward holiness-height, happiness’ health and heavenly hope...
Instructor was Dad: intelligent and inspiring
Jovial while being just; amidst job-stress, jubilant
Keen in his knowledge kingdom for kindling kindness
Leading us to love’s light along liberating lessons in life...
Man of mercy and might, managing meaningfully
Nurturing so well with Mom’s nursing nourishment
Offering and opening great opportunities for optimization
Prayerful Dad propelled us to perform with best for progress
Quitting not in doing best despite qualms to attain noble quests...
Reverberating Dad’s legacy, worth remembering
Surely serving as steadfast statutes of strength’s stamina
Truthful indeed against trying times toward triumphant tasks
Unwavering since he had them exemplified by the Lord’s uplift
Values he did instill is us verily make us victors, vanquishing vanity...
Wonderful Dad, you have made us today’s winners
‘Xample you are to us, a champion , a hero of ‘xcellence
Your memory* lives in our hearts forever; yes, beyond eternity’s yon
Zealous are we to thank you, and we praise the Lord for your virtues’ zest.
*Proverbs 10:7 The memory of the just is blessed: but the name of the wicked shall rot.
Daddy Roberto passed away on January 2, 2019, as he was called to be with the Lord forever. Dad, by the grace and power of the Lord, left us - his children and his grandchildren - with a great testimony of a blessed fulfilled life as a husband, father, brother, church member, community contributor; indeed a virtuous life-builder.
December 10, 2019
ABC form with alliteration
6th place, "Memorial of a Loved One" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 12/13/2019.
I THANK* YOU, MY GOD, FOR YOUR:
Assuring attributes of authority
Blessing with benefits’ bounty
Calling along compassion-courage
Driving devoid of direction-damage
Enabling enthusiastic empowerment
Fortifying with faithfulness-fulfillment
Gearing along grace-guard
Hoisting with helpfulness’ herald
Instilling inspirational instruction
Justifying justice-jubilation
Keeping kindness-kinship
Loving along light-luster’s leadership
Moving with mercy’s might
Nurturing nourishment at night
Optimizing obedience-opulence
Performing power-prevalence
Quieting qualms of quitting
Restoring revival midst restful rejuvenating
Strengthening servanthood-skill
Training toward trials’ triumphant thrill
Upholding upon unwelcome uncertainty
Vanquishing victoriously every vanity
Winning thru Word’s worthy ways
Xing sins with ‘xamination ‘xcellence x-rays
Yearning for yielded yes-responsiveness
Zooming zeal to Zion’s zestfulness.
*Romans 1:8 ... I thank my God through Jesus Christ...
November 27, 2018
Abecedarian with Couplet and Alliteration forms
4th place, "A Personal Favorite Poem Written in 2018"
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 12/12/2018.
Cycloidal forms transmuting to the involute
obduration under duress a malleable direction
coming to nothing just the gearing of time
Spartan gates left open to a millennium of thought
three legged animals given there a soft palfrey canter
air floating fish seen and their no need water
still the rusting coulter rusts and rusts
the power such lasciviousness constant thought
why would a simple man under go such agglomeration
deracinate weak seeming silly there the confederations
let us all sharpen so freeing all thought
fools are fools concomitant if you will keep with it
monsters lovely chimeras and beauty
entering the world of Hieronymus Bosch
let us not be reduced to the witch of Buchenwald
interweaving ourselves into their existence
Doing the will of God* is His desire for believers
Obeying Him as the Master while overcoming selfishness
Increasing faith, having been imparted with divine nature
Nurtured with Scriptures' truth
Gearing toward faithful stewardship.
Taught to tread along righteous paths midst trials
Helped against temptations and downfalls
Exhorted with the Lord's goodness, the redeemed can do His will.
Workers in Christ's ministry, diligently persevering
Inheritors of eternal life, thankful to the Father
Loved by the Saviour and loving whom He loves
Lights shining with good works, they are surely blessed.
Offered to be enriched in labouring for the Creator's kingdom
Freed from slothfulness' slavery, they are partners in heavenly business.
God's will is revealed by His wisdom
Open for accomplishment with His strength
Determined to be done gladly by His children who please Him.
*Ephesians 6:6 Not with eyeservice, as menpleasers; but as the servants of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart.
May 26, 2019
Something is missing from our winter days
which seem irregular from former years.
This is mysterious in many ways-
although convenient, winter has changed gears!
Here in our Hudson Valley, New York State,
scant dustings of light snow we've seen to date!
No ice on ponds where country folk could skate!
The temps each day are warmer than before-
buds waking up! Such fair clime can't ignore!
A milder winter- should we ask for more?
But wait! Our March is gearing up her phase!
Will she make up for what's kept in arrears?
Should we stand by for blizzards at her gate?
Let's see what fickle March will have in store!
February 23, 2023
Premiere Contest: Fragmented Rhyme
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Checked With RZ and HMS
I write because:
Awesome God Almighty allows my communicative ability
Boundless is His grace that brings out muse that's blest
Creativity He endows to keep poetic heart to compose
Driven along determination, desire and devotion
Empowered by biblical truth of compassion's expression...
Indeed, I keep on writing since:
Faithful is Christ Who fuels me for freedom-fulfillment
Graciously gripping my soul along poetry-gearing
Hoisted toward help, health and hopefulness glow
Ignited, invigorated to share divine inspiration
Joyously exposing gratefulness’ jubilation.
Yes, I strive to be the writer* God wants me to be for:
Kindness of the Saviour keeps me poetically kindled
Love He gives for all I aim to declare with His grant of eternal life…
May my writing ministry exalt Him midst prayer-might
Nourished by His guiding wisdom for spiritual nurture
Offering peace and bliss upon rhymes as well as verses’ optimization.
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
August 31, 2022
3rd place, "I write because" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 9/13/2022.
Dear Ronny
What a Divine being you are !
You gallop in all your fours
the moment I call thy name.
At times, even my very look
fetches fast your benign presence.
You wag your tail ?
Flap your fan-like ears ?
Sitting by my doorstep rail
you wean out all my fears
and gently bark...you smile ?
Busy dad running after money
Self-gearing mom with her
Hectic hitches at her women’s wing
Brother, too little to talk to.
Friends stuck to mobile phones.
Tried to communicate grand-dad
Listless he had become, grew impatient
My approaches right or wrong, I was glad
I kept indoors like an eternal in-patient
for, none tried to understand.
Even tried God , Him I trust.
Threw silent prayers...again prayers
They say – a prayer is thanks giving.
It must be a supplication
Never turn it an application
Carrying worries to Him ? –my inner voice
No...Let it go. He destined it so.
Then, I turned my head to you, my next choice
The best choice, Ronny, raise thy brow ?
Doggy, you alone can bring me poise.
Now, I am pouring out my worries
Into thy reticently receptive rectangular head
Like the main channel of a overflowing reservoir
Forcefully falling into focused fathom
You wag your tail? Is it tail ? Or head ?
When an understanding soul is there
We continue riding in one-way
I tend to continue in that vein
Hey, Ronny, What’s that? Tears in thy eyes ?
There...I got my living god.
Composed by Muralidara Kannan
Blood drips from my weary eyes
Tears weeping for the tyranny of time
Villainy rapped up in the atmosphere
Raping and seducing the innocent without fear.
The baseness of aged old women
And the iniquities of hoary men
Mingling in dirty beds dining in public places
And sleeping with gray- haired jezebels.
The ageing moments creeps slowly upon the door steps
Spewing out guilt and starving shame
Greedy guts packed with treacherous fumes
Mesmerizing the mind of innocent youths.
The authoritarian amalgamate with them
Laughing with them feasting with them
And shaking their bloody and filthy hands
Wounding hearts puncturing souls
Yet half of the story is still untold.
The music rattles on battered edges
Playing a sour disgusting tune
Gearing up for a perilous journey
Hoping that it will give them victory.
I spent the entire night in the parking lot
Crying out to my invisible God
Asking him to show his hand of mercy
And deal promptly with this vicious cruelty
I wept and prayed yet everything remained the same way.
But yesterday while driving around the block
Something magnificent happen right on the spot.
The big round moon with its glowing light shone directly through my
Windscreen and I saw a face in the brightly lit moon
It was smiling as if it was speaking directly to me
I had to keep my eyes on the road so I glanced at it for a few seconds.
And when I circled around the block
The face in the moon smiled at me again.
©2014 Christine Phillips