Best Mount Up Poems
Never thought, never knew,
that some day I'd find a woman like you.
A woman with pure delight.
A woman who's mind is so aimlessly bright, that
the sacrifices made brings the world underneath your sunlight.
A woman with thoughts and emotions that
are defined through her eyes.
Laying next to her our thoughts mount up as one and
disappear in deep sky's.
Yes adversity will come and go,
but in life, with faith we'll constantly grow
Although there are tears shed and pain that we will seldom share,
No other individual will come close enough to compare
Time we've spent is no regret to me,
Just hope you and I will forever be.
"An old piece"
The Eagle of Isaiah 40:31*…
Activating achievement-appearance
Blowing blessings’ brilliance
Carrying changes’ chance
Directing drive-dare despite distance…
Extending endurance effortlessly
Fueling faith-fervor fully
Greeting God’s goodness’ glow graciously
Hoisting hopefulness-height hastily…
Increasing influence in instructing
Joining journey’s joy-jolting
Kindling kindness keeping kindred-knitting
Leading love’s lighting…
Moving miracle-magnification mightily
Nurturing nourishment-needs naturally
Optimizing obedience-opportunities openly
Pushing productiveness powerfully
Quickening qualm-quakes quickly…
Refreshing revival-rejuvenation
Satisfying secured salvation
Tossing triumphant transformation
Unleashing understanding’s utilization…
Vanquishing villains victoriously
Working well worthily
Xing ‘xcuses ‘xcellently
Yelling Yahweh’s yeas yieldedly
Zooming to Zion’s zenith’s zealously!!!
*Isaiah 40:31 But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
May 3, 2018
5th place, "I Wish That I Was Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Viv Wigley; judged on May 6, 2018.
"... they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings as eagles; ...."
Isaiah 40:31, King James Bible
With eagle wings, I shall rise up,
I shall gather my dreams;
With all failures I shall breakup,
And I shall ride life's streams !
My path is of yearning,
From no, I am turning;
Within- hope is burning !
And dreams are things,
With eagle wings !
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February 02, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Quietus/Hope Is The Way
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1427-389-02
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
(Written in the Quietus Form created by Unseeking Seeker)
Written for the Standard contest, Hope
sponsor, Mohan Chutani, Judged 02/16/2022
First Place
Be careful of how you think,
of its logic is how your rank,
sow, reap and weep,
lesser to be,
is frozen in time...
to be of the lesser fact,
is not all that it is cracked,
Mount up on heavenly wings,
it is the logical faith that be,
consciousness of precept kings,
For earthern subjects galore,
of their own minds of darkness explore…
that shall not soar... or explore,
vast unlimited expanses,
with human mediocre advances...
fact... tree... wings... be...
kings... explore... galore... for... evermore
rank... think...
naughty... children...
Father... spanks
Precept ranks...
human concepts stink...
holistically rank...
learn logic of precept think...
from thine own cisterns shrink...
Selah
A PLACE CALLED BEAUTIFUL CONTEST
Sponsor: Janis Thompson
Mountains of Colorado
On a mount up above towards the peak of the pike,
Sets the sun in the west way far up in the clear sky,
The blue and pink mixed within each other alike,
Snow-capped and white-laced wrapped lifted up high.
As the mighty bald eagle soars beautifully overhead,
His white head full of majesty with robust feathers,
Brilliant orange talons watching as his prey all fled,
I look all around me and see multi-colored Heather’s,
Pikes Peak rises over fourteen thousand feet high,
A rocky heap looking like it’s touching sweet heaven,
As I watch in wonder a tender tear falls from my eye,
The remarkable sights could become an obsession.
Far in the distance lives the Garden of the God’s,
Rusty-amber colored mountains full of wonder,
The stature of these monuments may seem quite odd,
Because tourists can walk through them and under.
A famous attraction is known as the “Kissing Camels”,
Two peaks of the mounts connected smooching in love,
Last year on our vacation I told my grandson Daniel,
It must be a love affair gifted from God up above.
The most unique mountains seen in North America,
And has captured tourists to see Mother Nature so great,
I’ve educated my daughter from the Encyclopedia Britannica,
Wow, Colorado sure holds beauty within its dignified state!
Date Written: June 17, 2016
All true logics be lifted of holy grail,,
When divisions of human skills,,
Become well versed of love skills,,
Dispersing density of human wills,,
Given to the infancy of holy grail,,
Human skills will be sovereign thrills.
All true wills be lifted of holy grail,,
For life’s Precept of infinite pride,,
Is in a son’s concept willingly crucified,,
Not in a son’s logic of concept that lied,,
But in concepts logic of precept mercy died,,
Not in the conceptions of himself relied.
All true logics be lifted of holy grail,,
O death concept where is thy sting,,
Draw the bow string of cupid’s fling,,
The very Precept of life is in everything,,
Toward heaven’s bevel, Agape’s thing,,
Fill up the cup, mount up on Eagle wings.
All true wills be lifted of holy grail,,
Precept faith is Agape of futuristic wings,,
Concepts’ futuristic flings, have no wings,,
The wings of flings are in imaginary things,,
As the insects of strife in humanoid’s life,,
Infatuates human passions by concept strife.
Selah
Like an eagle* with flying quest
I need God’s grace to the fullest;
Through His might mounting me up high…
Now my wings can soar in the sky.
Midst adversities’ attack-blow
Crashing me helplessly below;
The Lord lifts me, smiting grief’s sigh…
Hearing my sincere prayer-cry.
Driven toward glorious worship
Propped by the Savior’s leadership
Never will His plan I defy…
Learning truths, hopeful beyond "why."
In my ascent for service-height
I’m engulfed with joyous delight;
As my spirit to Christ draws nigh...
Thankful that in peace I can fly.
*Isaiah 40:31 But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
July 15, 2019
Soaring in the Sky Entry: Edited on April 29, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND PICK J,ANY THEME,ANY FORM" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/1/2020.
I used to have vertigo
I don't really like heights
I would never of dreamed of considering taking a flight
but God can bring bring change he can take all our worries away
and I am taking the plunge and going on a plane one day
going to Ireland to see pastures new
its quite amazing what Gods love can do
me and my daughter will be flying like the birds in the sky
we will be flying way up high
through the clouds across the sea
I know God will carry me
im looking forward to august to take my biggest ever step of faith
but I know God is by my side
so Ireland here we come through them clouds we going to glide. Amen
Isa 40:31 But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
Psalm 11:1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say you to my soul, Flee as a bird …
Psalm 139:9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Revelation 12:14 And to the woman were given two wings of a great eagle, that she
might fly to the place prepared for her in the wilderness, where she would be taken care of for a time, times and half a time, out of the serpent's reach.
aeroplane wings are very different from wings of eagles but I know God will
make me fly he will give me wings to be courage and the spirit of sound mind Amen
I believe for it is written Amen thank you father God in advance for the opportunity of an amazing journey to see new horizons and to see a loved one only one hour 5 mins on plane so not so far, I believe and claim that abundant life here and now in Jesus precious name Amen
I can do all things through him that gives me strength
"In Unison between the Point of Singularity"
Rarely
notes ever compliment
suspended like points in
singularity
opposites eventually attract
silent string theories
suspended in animation
dancing around each other
flirting with the birth
of the concept
of another life
existing in
the mirrored
room of
parallels
The Double Point
a code in trust
where unseen the 5th
unknown elementals meet
The Dance of
minds in bodies -
lost,
when the You is underscored
Where the concept
of Love
touches itself and is lost
without crossing
the warm zone
In Unison
between the
Point of Singularity
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Yann Tiersen - Porz Goret
https://youtu.be/9z3jCiCrsx0
“Perhaps the string will also touch itself without crossing, like an underlined "U".
This is another kind of singularity.
Unlike the double point, it is not stable,
in the sense that a small push will lift the bottom of the "U" away
from the "underline".”
(String Theory, unstable)
Trust
“To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.”
“Trust is the glue of life.
It’s the most essential ingredient in effective communication.
It’s the foundational principle that holds all relationships.”
"The Sprites of fiery Termagants in Flame
Mount up, and take a Salamander's name.
Soft yielding minds to Water glide away,
And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental Tea.
The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome,
In search of mischief still on Earth to roam.
The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair,
And sport and flutter in the fields of Air."
(Alexander Pope, the Rape of the Lock, Canto 1)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singularity_theory
In the shadows an enemy lurks, it’s where they hide.
While inside my foxholes, a Marine grunt, I abide.
A poncho line wrapped around my body that shivers;
Steeled nerves, impenetrable will, I refuse to quiver.
I wait soaking wet in my restrained prime.
Its death that haunts me while I suffer this time.
My mind is troubled, yet there I’ll remain
There’s no pretending, its death, not a game.
Trained to fight and not to run for the Vietnam War,
Where time has forgotten, and joy comes no more.
Waiting for the enemy, faces without names;
Their bodies mount-up now God’s to claim.
Marines died in the jungles of South Vietnam
While outside of country, the world moved on.
They dared not dream, for it might be forever.
O’ Home, Sweet Home, twas' their bold endeavor.
If I had the chance to place a quarter on the dollar
I would just stand by and just wait and watch just to see you holler
Your bold your face full of contend and disgrace
Now you starch your head and wait for anticipation
Rise up young soldier rise up and bear arms
Stand tall rise to the restitutions
Calico rise and mount up to the cause
Often quiet often wrong
Strip yourself of the skins you bear
The heathenistic armaments of despair
I watch, I wait, I shudder yet still I ache
Like a rotten body discarded enact fallen off a mountain floating in the lake
Entreat yourselves to a cup of honor
Release the self-pity lay down the drama
Calico rise and mount up to the cause
Often quiet often wrong
Strip yourself of the skins you bear
The heathenistic armaments of despair
These young folks act like they don't even care
But better be careful, better beware live long enough you'll be here
Rise up young soldier rise up and bear arms
I shout you wake
I holler you speak
I yell you take the promises we keep
Strip off skins you bear
The tattoos and markings of covering of your hair
Standing tall against the new malignant
Often quiet, often wrong
Entreat ourselves to a cup of honor
release the self-pity lay down the drama
Stop your belly aching for I tell your mama
Calico rise and munt up the cause
Rise up young soldier rise up and bear arms
08/06/15
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Oh God what is wrong with your people
Can you feel it, the pain and the loss
Are we each to be martyred and broken
Our sentence to end on the cross
The world cries in vain, for a leader
You killer, you pervert, you *****
As each tears the other, to pieces
Still they clamber to sit on that chair
There are those that wilfully plunder
The riches they claim, as their right
Though it’s tearing their neighbour, asunder
So what! that’s the way of the fight
Political puppets still pending
On election results, for to see
Who will skin from the hides of the lowly
For their flesh or their lucre to bleed
Keep changing their juxtapositions
One falls and another one rises
From party to party, they party
Securing, political prizes
Policies, policies, policies
Whilst we drown in a whirlpool, of ****
Political correctness abounds
If themselves aren’t the victims of it
How the dead they must roll, in their graves
As daily they’re Joined, by their kin
As political promise piles higher
Eclipsed by the weight of their sins
A country of saints and of scholars
Of singers, of poets and of bards
Condescension and greed, are her virtues
Our fate’s in the twist, of the cards
We wait, with the Wonder of children
A president, let us rejoice
A future of change, in the making
A fool, without even a voice
Break the chains, of the bastards, before you
Can’t you see, we’re all sick of the lies
As suicides mount up, daily
Can’t you hear it, the pain in their cries
A leader who’ll fight for the people
In these times, that are hotter than Hell
Will no-one stand tall, for the feeble
Only history ….. and time, it will tell
misunderstood by those who say love is real,
but life knows me better and can make me feel-
love reaches heights above the mount up high,
where only eagles with ferocity fly
walking and running throughout my day,
visions and thoughts bleeding away-
time has been stopped for those who wait,
living and giving to those who complicate
but I feel the breeze whisper to the willow
sweet nothings at twilight under my pillow-
where sleep can be found without regret,
making all the rabid noise learn to forget
so I fear not that lift up to the mount I saw,
for the depth of the fall shall bestow such awe-
eyes seeing yellow yet black does appear,
with sandpaper and glass encompassed in fear
living without the reason I’ve always been alive,
secrets and notions of pain do contrive-
when laughter and hope destroy and stray
I shall seize the empathy that made me this way
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6.22.20
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Message body
IF I COULD GIVE YOU
If I could give you diamonds,
For each time you cried for me.
If I could give you Sapphires‘,
For each truth you helped me see.
If I could give you rubies,
For all the heartache you’ve known.
If I could give you pearl’s,
For all the wisdom you show.
Then you would have a treasure
That would mount up to the skies.
That would almost match,
The sparkle in your kind and loving eyes.
But I have no pearls, no rubies,
No sapphires’ or diamonds.
As I’m sure you’re well aware.
So I’ll give you gifts more precious,’
My devotion, my love and care.
MY SUNSHINE
Wake up sunshine
It is new daybreak
Wake up sunflower
For the sun will soon smile for you
Wake up and open those sexy eyes
They have got reasons to grin
Mount up the sparkling smiles
They've got reasons to flash
It's a new day Darling
Wait not a moment to launch into it
For the street is lined with admirers
Waiting to catch a glimpse of the goddess
Who else worships you more than I do
I guess it's no one
Join me down the valley
There I wait with plenty kisses
Ready to bath your light skin
Making it brighter like the day
It's cold down here
Wait no further minute
Else I'll freeze out in the snow
I await your gift of warm hug
A priceless gift I so crave for
Good morning my SO
(FM CONCEPTUAL)