Best Glory Poems

Oceans apart
buried under sandy shores,
a rare pearl slept comfortably
behind her walls.

Fate must have been kind,
for a common man like me,
to stumble upon her shell.
As I brushed away her debris,
astonished - my eyes could not believe
this beauty, revealed before me.

Spellbound - I could not help but...

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In moments of twilight civility
an exchange of gifts - 
darkness for light..

RISING

from beyond the softening silhouette edge
you brighten like a blushing damsel
hazy haloed
unabashed in the pleasure of ripening

daydreamer 
...a vivid blur of lemon drop...
veiled by a wispy fanfare of mares’ tails
windswept forth in pinkened pageantry
heralding...

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I do at dawn, reflect.
God made me, perfect.
             Thus,  my thoughts to reflect.
Bright with affirmations to collect.
             Only positive thoughts...

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I’m grateful for the sun
          which shone on younger days
The days of scurried heartbeats
                     and butterflies...

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The Glory of Green

Green hues denote the healing of our earth,
That special season of springtime’s rebirth.

Green grasses growing o’er the hillside's face,
Embracing greening trees in leafy lace.

While amber fields engage in heaven’s kiss
As raindrops splash into emerald bliss,

I watch amazed as tender shoots abound
With daffodils...

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A fleck of wheat along the bay
A quiver in the grass,
While daybreak shifts and ripples on
To mirror clouds that pass.

Warm breezes drift among the trees,
So calming to my ear
And only wistful eyes can seize
This dreamy atmosphere.

Then stars lend glitter to the night
To beam upon the...

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God save us all
Show us your mercy
Hold me closer in your arms
I need to feel you breathing inside of me

I never want to be far from you
I’m sure to lose my way without you 
I need you more and more 
Each minute of  my...

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Dawn's Glory Is In Its Whispering Glow

Dawn's glory is in its whispering glow
its new hope and gifts in its golden beams
joy at waking to again see life's show
knowing oft comes a chance to life redeem.

We may recall, sound of rooster's first crow
dawn's message, its tender...

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This Aphrodite rose
slowly unfurls
pink ombre balms
of sun-kissed 
springfalls, 
as the luminous 
lake of tears
cascade in 
exotic wreaths 
of honey-soaked
velvety sepals, 
there succulent seeds
of zestful dawns adorned
our silken sheets
across luscious meadows 
sprinkled with 
glistening cosmic dust. 
Yet neon streaks
of longing unveiled;
romanticized rainbows
engrossed within
fire opal clouds,
awaiting to...

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Based on the Scripture, 2 Timothy 3:3-13, which gives 
warning to escape the snare of the birdcatcher.

On stage he struts in sequined costume
a plume of feathers cocked high on head
A thespian of no account, though in loud rant
his troupe boasts of his skill and talent
But...

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Her face may show a rosy blush
Peering through a favorite bush.
Perhaps you'll greet with great delight
This newcomer dressed in purest white 
Miss Morning Glory, sweet and lush.

Well known as bind-weed, Nature's thug.
She sidles up with gentle hug
Then follows with a deadly squeeze
And takes her neigbor's...

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Cobwebs of thoughts dangle in forlorn corner
Spun by emotions that surrendered long ago
Still hanging out, anguished, in grip of throes
Engrossed in silence while gazing night skies
Admiring how they once painted astral designs
Brush stroking delight by sheer hint of eyes
Until the silken threads of lives ripped...

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The grass
alas
is shorn
like corn
the dew
eschews
forlorn
this morn

the crowd
avowed
the ball
and all
then groans 
and moans
clubs thrown
are known.

Embued
and hued
the words
like swords
wrong swing
the sting
bad lie
too high

the squeeze
on knees
in pleas?
to seize
the gold
and hold
glory
story

though droll
their goal 
control
cajole
that ball
to fall
or roll
in hole

August 22,2022
For Brian Strand's Premiere Choice Contest
FIRST PLACE TROPhy!
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Imagine the light
from the stars that we see
were merely a glimpse
of what heaven will be.
The tiniest windows 
of light we are shown,
drawing our eyes 
to the place we call home.

Picture a vision
of perfect white light,
no sun for the day
or moon of the night.
Just cascades of...

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Where will you be when the trumpet sounds

When the call comes with an 
amazing surprise
A shout is heard by all who leave 
these grounds
And all the dead and alive in Christ 
shall arise
How will you explain; none of the missing is found

While Satan bombards the...

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