Best Intentional Poems
Why do we put emphasis on those things we cannot obtain?
When we need to be intentional towards that which we can attain
Yet there's nothing wrong with striving towards certain goals
Just remember to keep your integrity and your self control
And whatever you do whether it be in word or act
Do it in Jesus's name and thank Him for having your back
Now is the time to stop being reluctant to God's plans
He created you and you need to understand
Yes you have free choice and free will
Just make sure your agenda is God filled
Now clothed in patience, kindness, love and humility
Forgiving unto others as God has forgiven thee
Now at peace with God and your community
One body in Christ with a tranquil unity
Now ready and able to learn, lead and live
To teach, to preach and reach out with all you have to give
Now to sing songs of praise in times of distress
To magnify the spirit so that the angels are impressed
To be intentional for the glory of God
Now witnessing from the depths of your heart
Now operating with a godly intentionality
Purposeful and driven with a spiritual mentality
No longer adrift now focused and assured
Building better relationships and aiming for more
Now ready to fulfill the ministry that God has placed in you
Totally intentional in everything you now do
Comprehend you need to give God your all
And trust He will equip you when you're called
Now to be intentional for the glory of God
Precise and prepared now ready to start
INTENTIONAL TRUE LOVE
True intentional love can only be scripted as below
Philia” affectionately I Love. My brother...true intention
“Storge” familiar I Love. ...I remember
Playful Love. ...“Ludus” no I'm not kidding
“Mania” obsessive I Love. ...gotta have it bidding
“Pragma” enduring Love. ...ever so lasting
Self Love. ...“Philautia” just shy of conceited-selfish
“Agape” selfless Love, Agape—unconditional "God" love bless
Storge—empathy bond let me embrace you retentions
Philia—friend bond allow me to be friendly, true intention
“Eros” or Erotic Love. The first kind of love is Eros,
I know what love truly is and all those true perceptions
Just mention by the words above love a verb, true intentions
And if you don't believe it
This what true intentional love is
Yes, this intentional true love
4/10/18
Poem Contest: Non Romantic Love
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Completed forces take away mindless memories
forsaken by the lost who cherished them once!
No place to capture thoughts that wander spaciously in
glorified unblemished visions, spreading lighted realities
forward in the misty bleakness that must now turn away
the darkness of uncertainty.
Behold your spirit of knowledge-creating splendorous
sights beyond our expectations, marvelously moving
past familiar sights, atmosphere beyond our insight
of knowing, was never meant to be known till all
skies were purified.
Surrendering, we catch sights much to glories to gather
within the truth that created seeds made from our
magical love so profound to understand!
Lost in sparkling delight, the entrance appears plain in
image, luxurious swirling colors surround the mind
of untouched realities unknown, amazed at the sight
of every dream imaginable in one lifetime.
Succulent desire unfolds miraculously, releasing sweet
remembrance splurging from the depths that were never
meant to shower down love that destroyed evil!
Strength gathers power in time of immersed lacerated
attention.
Gather together what must be gathered fleeing to
the side you desire.
Intentional straategies
Dry ink blink
Ressurection
An’ rise above the pain
So the tit for tat
Is more easy
Love
Starts so early
Combat
Pain
Regain
Status
Of perfection
Made in an image
Open
Choice
Ock, aye
‘cept for when the
Coping strategies sigh
Into the willow tree
And the organised alternative
Cause friction
To be less of such impedimenta
and far more of intention
instead of solitary
and more of intentional connection
What is there to be discovered in bar code religion
that the centuries of a mountain have not already spoken
7 trillion cells working in cooperation form a human
To be less of impartial preconception
and far more of the star field union
instead of the small to insignificance
and more to the miracles resonance
what is there to be discovered in a cold fact of science
that the apparent improbability of existence already says in every single moment
An infinite number of galaxies working in cooperation form a universe
Feeling great, feeling happy, feeling keen,
feeling snappy, better than some years.
The other side of the table cannot stop crying,
fully concentrating on his sadness.
This could have some other counselors feeling badly,
but I sense crocodile tears.
Chuckling within, marveling at his talent. It is a fantastic day!
I think as we sit, he and me.
I have tried all of my tricks, none of them have worked.
He is sniffle-crying, gives a little twerk.
Silently jumping for joy, dancing and twirling away,
on the other side of the table, is me.
My feelings are fine, they are smarter than I,
almost on fire. I am not a bit blue.
He is giving me the eye now; a tiny glare is beginning.
He is determined to ruin my day.
I sit here writing, waiting for his list of ten
good things that he likes to do.
He wails and he whines, but I do not react.
So he gives a deep sigh and picks up a pencil.
We write in silence, this drama queen and I.
We write fast and hard, a race for us two.
He was probably goaded into listing some things by my intentional
lack of interest. Totally trained in outwaiting children, I plan to win.
I explain that he has to stop listening to the
green monster inside his head.
The worst scenario entity that tells him
he is a bad boy and should be dead.
I have spoken to his mother six times today.
She tells me he likes to come up here to play.
We sit in silence, he and I. Him thinking of every
worst scenario, and me feeling like a spy.
I talk and he listens, and there is a breakthrough.
But the second he gets settled a tiny bit down,
He begins wailing and shrieking, to try and get out of math class,
for he does not like to round, multiply, add or divide.
I can relate, because I detest math, I have an unnatural fear of it.
And so we dance, he and I, almost daily, and ......
Always during math class.
Today I discovered that God
made the sky so high so that
all the big and small, beautiful and ugly
birds don’t thwack their heads on
the ceiling as they fly and swim about.
& that makes sense to me
because I can finally understand why
God made your smile so warm and kind:
it wasn’t so I wasted every hour
of every day thinking about the next
big thing I can do to see it, no,
it’s much more sensible than that.
It’s so every poor soul and every
lucky person that sees your smile
as you say thank you to the ticket man
when you board the train home from work
can understand that Heaven is real
and you don’t have to die to get a glimpse.
INTENTIONAL?
As I read, the words on the page turn to bugs
And crawl around
I feel my heart beat in my head
While my feet are on the ground
My senses get all mixed up
I feel Schizophrenic
My heart beat increases
And I begin to panic
I feel the air getting thinner
With less of it to breath
If my heart stops beating
Will there be anyone to grieve
All this pain and suffering
Was clearly meant to be
But what I want to know
Was it really intended for me?
©GDC2014
Observe
Do not react
Make desires a focal
Give your attention to desires
Control.
Speak now,
if you want to,
Keep silent,
if you want to,
I cannot force you,
to do either,
I am speaking,
because I wanted to.
We spoke loud ripping through layers of insecurities and shadows. Unrecognizable at the reflection of what once was memories to be kept ,we weep. The thought of reviving what we thought would never die is a challenge unmatched and yet we fight. Using only what we know as weapons our emotions those poison thoughts in which charge up the ego and unleashes devastating blows to the heart ,the one thing that makes beautiful songs when cared for. A mysterious feeling of uncontrolled passion the highs and the lows and yet so cold like winter storms with no heat on the freezing nature that causes pause to time, only for a moment when the low sets in and the glass shatters from all the pressure when darkness sets in after the fire dies down that black soot awaking every feeling of disparities fear the realization that all that release really meant the let go the finally and for what intentional winters ended up just breaking a heart.
In vain you spot
A hollow thought
Yes I can tell
Your mask works well
When give meets take
Your face looks fake
Just wear your style
Charm with blank smiles
You speak profound
On shady grounds
Praise tramples plain
You stalk in vain
Your crooked lips
Frame poisoned tip
In guise pure guile
Sly craft moves wile
Best you see then
Odd fate just when
Gloss thus dark frown
On a vile clown
Mad as mad feels
Your touch can kill
Leon Enriquez
03 September 2018
Singapore