Best Midst Poems
Walking upon silent parched paths,
under speechless scarlet skies.
Your name sits upon the tip of my tongue,
listening to the susurration of my heart.
Each vibration echoes tones of lament,
conflicted by the principles of time.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Distance remains an unknown intangible pain,
but visions of your timid cute brown eyes remain.
How your mouthwatering scent seduced senses.
How your luscious lips dissolved all walled defences.
Now I yearn for queen of my heart to re-appear,
to sleep in each others arms, into the new year.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Without you the mind is misplaced in marshlands,
where intimacy is lost to complex riddles called life.
Under cold ebony skies, your memories flicker like candlelight,
you are the flame, which insulates my heart with devotional delight.
Silent One
26 December 2019
Wanted to experiment with a mix free verse and rhyme.
After contemplating calling it a free verse or rhyme, I settled for lyric.
Maybe an idea for a contest.
A lovely night beneath the stars
with ocean waves glazed by the moon;
nearby, the music of guitars
strums soft, a melancholy tune.
Iced tea in hand soothes thirsty lips.
Upon the cruise line deck, he dreams
of future leisure ocean trips
'neath moonlit seas or sunny beams.
From his soft chair, he views the sky
in rapture with this nighttime bliss,
without a thought to say goodbye
or know the future he would miss-
No warning- in the midst of life-
that death would visit him this night;
discovered by his loving wife-
eyes open, fixed, on sky's delight.
May 16, 2018
~2nd Place~
Contest: In The Fragility of Dreams
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 05/27/20
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: Mid-Summer 2018
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 07/02/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: A Poem About Death ~ Theme: In The Midst Of Life
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 05/18/2018
Based on Truth. This happened to someone we knew
many years ago, aboard a cruise ship in the Caribbean.
My poem was originally titled- "In Midst Of Life"
"In the midst of winter I found there was within me an invincible summer.
That makes me happy because it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me there’s something stronger something better, pushing right back." Words by: Albert Camus
in the midst of winter
a rush of wind comes my way
moving me forward
it doesn't matter
the push and pull of the world
I seek my own life
each day I cradle
the hours of my existence,
giving them my best.
In the midst of my dreams
where happily ever afters
and fairy tales come true
the scarlet rose moon dips
as she dances along side me
under a million flickering strobes
illuminating our milky way serenade
I call out her name
and the brightest star shines
I watch her gleam
I watch her glow
basking in all that's good
and I know
that beauty
The same beauty I see in her face
as I hear those fragrant whispers
showering down on me
Here am I enthralled by sunset delight
while beholding celestial beauty blend with horizon's majestic sight
in letting go of this day's triumph as well as challenges' blight
to welcome tomorrow, filled with hopefulness' might.
Sunset colors cheer me when rattled with successive rush-hour dues
Presenting choices of varied priorities’ hues…
I praise the Lord for His interfering beauty-clues
For me to "let go" in vanquishing failure-frustration blues.
Sunset reality witnesses times that I grumble, murmur, complain...
Yearning to yell, "I wish I had the balls midst this strain
"To tell them how I really felt with stressed heart and vexed brain..."
How fortunate I am for the Prince of peace soothes my pain.
Oh, sunset sensation helps me in such condescending, yet humbling moment
As it grips my soul toward radiant fellowship-engagement...
With prayer’s marvels along communion-wonderment
"Letting God" willingly brings joyous amazement!
Through sunset rays of bright heavenly perspective
I’m prodded to be sincerely attentive
So as not to miss my Master’s vital directive
Midst efforts as His steward, to stay active.
So then with sunset glow, I welcome any intervening incident
To teach me to become more prudent
Knowing that those I hold tight with grip so ardent
May break me, leaving a deep hurt-dent.
Basking in sunset iridescence, I thank God, nothing slips from His hand
And He never needs a magic wand
He holds me within His love so grand
He protects my hair’s slightest strand.
Inspired by sunset revelations, I succumb to spiritual bouncing
Learning that I must soar for divine pressing;
Thus, there will never be any loss in letting go, but a blessing
Since I can learn great lessons toward faith*-bracing!
*Galatians 3:26 For ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus.
August 1, 2018
Edited on September 13, 2023
2nd place, "Sunsets" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 9/25/2023
Optimizing freedom zest
Challenging mother’s tidiness best
My son whirls himself around
Oblivious that he’s wheel-chair bound.
Loosening mobility gear
His spastic hands hurl things everywhere
Zooming beyond glee’s ecstasy
He’s waged war against my mess-flee policy.
Entangled around disarray’s coil
My mind screams, devoid of nagging turmoil
Special child now wins over distress bouts
Ending my heart chaos by his delightful shouts.
*Resolved to blend patience and might
I'm glad to see kid's milestone-height
To God I give my thanks** and praise
For His enabling grace midst orderliness-race.*
November 19, 2019
3rd place, "Disarray" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter; judged on 11/23/2019.
*Last stanza added on November 25, 2019.
**1Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
In the midst of solitude…
I’m upheld to learn from God Who teaches the best lesson:
Such is to love Him above all – in and out of season
To esteem Him with pure heart’s reason
Seeking His grace to transform me to be a better person.
While gripped with solitude-dread…
I’m led to understand that to fear the Lord is indeed vital
Since doing so for wisdom-gaining is fundamental
To keep me from sin that’s perilous and fatal
Bringing me His blessings in their grand total.
Though solitude-stricken…
I’m enabled to trust God’s Word which I must cherish
As my faith stands against trends that easily perish
Upheld by His truth mere opinions can’t tarnish
In His confidence He does readily furnish.
In vanquishing solitude-despair…
I’m pulled to flee from worldly influences’ destruction
Overcoming pride, flesh and vanity’s temptation
As I walk through the Spirit’s confirmation
While in His fellowship I bring to Him my petition.
To combat solitude-gloom…
I’m engaged to abide* in Christ since He's the best Driver
For that’s the best choice I have as His love-receiver
I’ll abide in Him, by His mercy, quitting never
Blooming where He has planted me to be a help-giver.
*John 15:4 Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me.
May 2, 2018
1st place, "ALL YOURS (May 3)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/3/2021.
It's a wonderful blessing to be in His midst
such a wonder to feel God's lovely presence
to sense His peace and grace so great
viewing God's majesty through a divine lens
This God is almighty in all His ways
coming to poor sinners able to save
for in the Lord Jesus shows His love
this His only begotten son He gave
Now God brings salvation to His own
full of gladness rejoicing forever more
knowing His plan would fulfill
bringing the keys to salvations door
The Lord God Himself turns the key
by His perfect love comes His quiet
bringing His unique loving touch
spreading forth His own spiritual diet
Such a wonder beyond compare
to know in depth this blessed one
feel His sovereign holy presence
so to conclude, this seems so rare!
("The Lord your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;")
Zephaniah 17: 3 (ESV)
In the midst of silence, echoes whisper loud
Longing for your voice, a symphony profound
Fragrant memories linger, haunting my space
Your scent, like a flower, still brings solace and grace
Oh, how your warmth embraced me, a tender flame
Now distant, your absence leaves an empty frame
I yearn for the touch that once set my heart ablaze
Lost in the wilderness, longing for your maze
Eyes that danced with mischief, locked me in a trance
Now I search in the haze, searching for that glance
Lips that were heaven's gate, sealing fate's decree
Only echoes remain, aching for the ecstasy
Passion unleashed, entwined souls filled with fire
Now a distant memory, fading with each desire
Your understanding soul, a sanctuary of peace
Oh, how I miss that sanctuary, my heartache won't cease
Love poured like a river, flowing unconfined
Now a reservoir drained, I seek what I once called mine
Bodies intertwined, the symphony of love's embrace
Now echoes reside, a lingering touch, I chase
Yet through it all, the truth remains clear and stark
I yearn for your presence, I long for your mark
For in honesty's grip, I confess without pretense
My longing is simple, to have you once again, immense.
Author Dana Redricks
November 14, 2019
Trusting God in the midst of the
fire is a challenge we all face.
Especially when it seems you been
through fire for a long time, is all have
you've known. I have come to realize
that although my life has not been
always easy, God has brought me
this far I know he will continue to
bring me through. Just like God
delivered the three Hebrew boys
through the fire, I know God will
continue to deliver me. Although my
challenges have been many, but
greater is he that in me
than he that is in the world. Praise
God through whatever we face in this
life.
M-idst blue and gray,
E-levate your hope and faith;
R-efreshing your tired mind
I-s so comforting and great.
D-ay twenty-fifth October,
E-liminate the darkest hour;
L-et your life glow in light,
L-etting not your both hands
E-rr.
R-efrain from doing wrong,
E-very day and every night;
Y-ou follow the Almighty God,
E-ach moment before His
S-ight.
E-rrors and mistakes
C-onspire to destroy your conviction;
L-etting your soul suffer,
E-xperiencing the utter destruction.
V-ying for priceless prize
I-s so hard along the way;
A-llow your heart to endure midst blue and gray.
Aware of the New World Order
and its philosophy, principle, predicament
vis-à-vis Bible prophecy
my spirit trusts God
Who is the Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent
to put things in His order in His perfect time.
Meanwhile, let me picture how servant leaders
govern midst God's Divine Order according to Scriptures...
There they are with freedom bliss~~~
diligently pursuing the works of anointed stewards
fulfilling their days, commenced with prayer
earnestly seeking the Sovereign’s presence
while endeavouring with faith priority acts:
family nurture, nourished with loving responsibility
strengthening home brace along virtue values’ pillars
promoting accountable parenthood
along children holistic development program
simultaneous with pedagogical endowments~~~
pushing for functional geriatric welfare
midst wholesome andragogy advancements
upon physical, mental, psycho-social health accessibility
buttressed by hygiene and sanitation exercise
in consideration to ecological and environmental care
reaching-out to the less fortunate toward lifestyle betterment~~~
imposing lawful justice system, balancing truth with mercy
enjoining each one to practice daily thanksgiving gesture
applying principle of “Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
Yielding as good examples*… they beseech the Holy Spirit
for guidance in their commitment
to bring people near the LORD.
*1Timothy … Be thou an example of the believers, in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity.”
March 6, 2021
edited on April 27, 2022
1st place, "New World Order" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 5/5/2022.
Once my prime human fortress, indeed great
Now, he's helpless... gripped with paralysis
My father who aided my first step-straight
Needed lifting-up on a constant basis.
His strength, blessed by God's help, became my might
My growing he guided with His wisdom
How I nestled in his caring delight
Around his loving disciplined freedom.
Seeing Dad struggling, oppressed by ailment
Presses me for faith's fervent prayer zeal
Infirmities afflict but a moment
Since the Lord is ever-ready to heal*.
My father's sickness graciously demands**
My heavenly Father's beautiful hands.
*Psalm 6:2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
**The Almighty God called my Daddy Roberto Agustin to His heavenly home where there,Dad is healed completely whole on January 2, 2019 at 5:25PM (Philippine Time), almost eleven hours after this poem was posted. Indeed, "Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints" (Psalm 116:115). To God be the glory!
January 2, 2019
1st place, "STANDARD CONTEST 163" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/18/2019.
In the Midst of Chaos, There Must be Peace
Within all debating, fighting, hating, and an act of mayhem. There must be peace. Peace just the word alone gives people with no hope, hope.
Dreams of better days to come. Some crumble at the mere thought of peace.
Some fear the shear release of something so powerful, so overwhelming. The point of people getting alone seems to be utter chaos.
The madness of instituting drama, rage, hurt, and pain. Others will love for you to sustain in that place of anguish. Viewing you dancing in the rain, but not of joy. Just to watch another and another destroy all that may be just. Lost land, loss of money and trust, but what about a loss of one's self. The lost that brings on chaos, the sickness, and madness. The lost that dwells and swells to the top, but makes its way to show your reflection. Just a ripple in time, where we all should want more. Not for a day, not for a second, but for the thought of knowing that its possible. Possible to curve the hatred, possible to know, you can control the way things turn out and the way they escalate. Try peace over madness and embrace the things that you would truly want out of life, everlasting.
Darius Howard
Of the distance,
beauty appeared at peace, calmly resting.
Proximity grew closer to this human figurine;
lengthy legs painted in ocean blue jeans.
The thesis statement to male's eyes in dreams.
But those legs...
Those legs were the topic of my eyes
Pupils conversing in-between her inner thighs
The rhetorical tongue eager to submit beneath sun rise
Thickened bridled muscle strengthens to rise
I mean d*** Oh me! Oh myy!
Oooo wee such a beautiful sexy queen.
Envisioning,
If at current, her faucet is running. ..
Slow-ly d
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g or simply leak-ing
So the fleshes hydration can be full-filling.
Muscles within muscles while warm liquid falling?
Can we start engaging?
Lips connect; gently kissing... (Pause)
But the guiltiness in the minds eye began interrupting
Spirit intervening
Muscles deflating
Suddenly, no tempting to the extent of no lusting
Corrective vision restoring
Walking through the escape door from fornicating...whew!
As the moon tiptoes in
Eyes close and knees bend
The darkened closet within
Praying to overcome this certain sin
That I indeed struggle in
And that I may be born again
This I pray, from day to day...Amen
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