Best Munificence Poems
THE ALL POWER IS GREATER!
The Big Bang designed the stratosphere and troposphere.
Below both majestic presence, Earth is the topography.
Today, all God’s creature roams freely.
Human being munificence is magnanimousness.
Now sits a child fulfilled.
She has her ink pen.
She aspires to be a writer – a great poet someday.
She is real to a righteous path.
Her themes and topics display a certain initiative.
God’s kind of poetry she leitmotifs vigorously and the melodies manifested.
A theological epitome inner cores and personification of the spirit went aglow.
Her radiance was beautiful.
Her voice recited the glory of the omnipotent.
God had sent the gift of psalm and she embraced him with open arms.
Baptism converted her soul to be a modern-day Apostle of the Lord God.
Prophecy she formed.
Wisdom and knowledge was born.
Her innateness was so strong that she was a natural.
Her libretti brought smiles.
When a release was necessitated from emotional dismay, her librettos bring
hope and puts God’s speed in place.
The Lord God sent the gift of psalm.
In a whisper, is the strength of voice.
The Lord God provides the power.
The people exclaim, “This is God’s kind of poetry.”
Eloisa proclaims, “This is praise and worship of the omnipotent."
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PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 19, 2014 @ 12:48 A.M.!
Challenge Title "God's Kind Of Poetry' Contest!
Categories:
munificence, age, appreciation, blessing, god,
Form:
Free verse
A cartridge filled with a horde of shackled emotions, am I,
Trifle feelings loiter within me, until she elicits them out,
Wizened by time, she knows that otherwise I might turn mordacious...
God guides my pen and has assigned her my way,
~ She is the vociferous voice of my heart ~
She knows my malleable moods and masterfully makes magic
By weaving whispers into wistful words,
~ She is the byzantine boon of my being ~
With cogent candor she cajoles me to compose poesy,
She and I share a companionable camaraderie...
In the mystical moondust of Maker's majestic mercy,
I acquiesce to her ingenious genius,
~ She is an efficacious eclectic enigma ~
For sometimes, she plays truant tricks,
Her surreptitious evanescence is a conspicuous conspiracy,
Abandoned, I have to await her august appearance...
The soft stardust of her sartorial splendor,
Renders me a mere puppet of her puissant prowess,
~ She is a phenomenal Phoenix ~
For she encourages me to endeavor towards excellence,
Her alacrity aggrandizes my acumen,
Having faith in her fortuitous favour, I flourish...
~ She is my God-given "gift of grace" ~
Her multifarious munificence is a monumental mystery,
She has transformed me from a fruitless flibbertigibbet
To a fulfilled female fount with her unfailing finesse...
~ She is my mysterious, magnanimous Muse ~
Feeling forever grateful to God for her grandiloquence.
5th January 2023
Categories:
munificence, appreciation, muse,
Form:
Free verse
At a time when a vital organ of mine began to fail,
I thought that was the beginning of the end.
The miserable mind plunged in the abyss of despair,
for modern medicines seemed not to work.
As I reached the fading edge of optimism,
receiving the destiny’s signal for departure,
I submitted to the benevolence of the Almighty,
prayed for His blessings for miraculous cure .
I found in the gloom of the dismal nights,
His light illumine the darkness of the future.
My soul sailed in the sea of faith as never before,
and my organ got the divine healing touch.
I got a changed life as the epiphany dawned
with new sunrise in the firmament of consciousness,
my senses felt the essence of His munificence,
and I realized the power of prayer.
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August 27, 2022
Contest : The Epiphany That Changed Your Life Forever
Sponsored by : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
munificence, blessing, god, miracle, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
Where was I in all this?
Is it that I am with your existence?
Like a refined form you
Live to be strong.
Is that I did not call?
Aspiration was not known.
Munificence is your life lived normally.
Lithe as a feather
Oracle
Ruminate
Effervescent
Noetic
Zealous
Omnipotent boy
Joyous was your creator.
Overwhelmed,
Higher grounds you are to conquer.
Noesis,
Spectacular are the stars
Over yonder in the East in the clouds.
Never ending is your belief in the Almighty God.
Cutie Pie, don’t you die.
Live your life now.
I want to see your life span.
Spread your wings to become a man.
Amazing is where you are.
Mountains you have climb.
Eager to grow
Realizing that you have won.
Rich is your soul.
Intelligence that is given by the Lord.
Crazy you may just perceive the world.
Keep your eyes on the sparrow.
Solidified by faith
Informs acumen.
Family is altogether
Obstinate to reason.
Remove that what is different to unite.
Willing to withstand to not be denied.
Homefront and your people is how you segment.
Is it not you that want splendor?
To be the leader of your ambition,
Eager to growth.
Just is the fulfilled soul.
Rejoice when you know that all things are possible.
Cutie Pie, don’t you die.
Live your life now.
I want to see your life span.
Spread your wings to become a man.
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Penned February 23, 2015!
Categories:
munificence, cute love, deep, faith,
Form:
Acrostic
He died so unexpectedly.
My soul provider and my identity,
In a complex world of desires.
My children father, their only dad,
His last breath of loved he bequeath.
My sister followed on Valentine’s Day.
Troubled by what he did not cause.
He was born in a world of faults.
We married without the consent of my mother
Whom, to us, brought us together.
Through the love of our children, his life is known.
He left the world to not suffer.
In his last breath, love was shown.
He said that he did not want to be a burden.
The memories are everlasting.
The strength in life, the caring, and the laughter;
All not forsaken by encumbered death,
But a paragon of peace forever.
Mighty is the power of the Lord.
Munificence
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Penned February 04, 2015!
Categories:
munificence, bereavement, caregiving, deep, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
MARVIN BENET BLACKMON, JR.
Yesterday, as you remember, was just another day.
You played like a boy could with no worries in place.
Today you sing the gospel and your soul is fulfilled.
Benet, you are anointed to excel.
The stories of a Prophet who knew his way.
Oiled as a baby to be a champion.
Your grandmother was a great crusader of the cause.
You are a Mississippi State Bulldog.
Your substance will go far.
Marvin, you are your own self-worth.
MUSIC MAN
AMBLE ON.
RUMBLE,
VIBRANT, AND ALIVE
INFORMED BY PRICINPALITY
NECTAR WITH YOUR TRUMPET FLUID.
BEAUTIFULLY CULTURIZED TO CULTIVATE...
ENERGY FLOWS...
NEVERLAND IS YOUR SPIRIT.
EFFORTLESS YOU PLAY AS YOUR
TALENT IMPARTS.
BLACK AS JAZZ
LOOKS BEYOND THE CLOUDS.
ASPIRE TO CARVE YOUR OWN STYLE -
CASTE YOUR SPELL.
KEEP YOUR IDEAS TO DIVVY.
MUNIFICENCE THEREIN.
ONE LIFE YOU HAVE TO LIVE
NINE TIMES PLUS TEN.
JUST AND DEFINED HEREIN.
REMEMBER ALL THINGS POSSIBLE CAN BE ACHIEVED.
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Penned April 21, 2015!
Categories:
munificence, celebration, culture, encouraging, inspiration,
Form:
Imagism
I passed in a garden
with the gaits of the wind.
I saw the owner of garden
with the art of love
in the look of a rose.
The branches of all the
trees were ornamented with
the blossom of the apple.
Bravo, the art of the charm
of the spring. The green
velvet of the grass has
spread its skirt for seeing
the munificence in the
hearts of my companions.
Flowing with the joy, a pond
in the garden took the fishes
that song the love melodies to
the abode of dream. Bravo, the
art of the charm of the spring.
I heard the joy of love in
the clamour of hundred
swallows. Then I saw the
feast of the trees that had
the branches ornamented
with the blossoms of love.
They song together the
melody of unity: bravo
the art of the charm of
the spring.
Categories:
munificence, seasons,
Form:
Concrete
A PHILANTHROPIST
God
People of the universe
Is transgressive
God
People of the world
Is munificence
Only you form your destiny.
God
People of the universe
Has given us our lives
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PENNED ON OCTOBER 03, 2014!
Categories:
munificence, giving, god, religious, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
HEAVEN IS AGLOW!
Doves will fly in the sweet by and by.
The angels will sing upon entering divinity.
Chariots of the Lord's Army have brought in righteous souls.
Heaven is aglow.
The horns are glorifying the Lord.
The drummers are superlative.
Munificence is the atmosphere.
Heaven is glowing.
Gloriously they sing.
Rejoicing divine and the rapture magnifies.
Resplendent with wings, they soar.
Heaven is aglow.
The bellow of God in the most deific form delighted the universe.
His spirit is felt on earth.
Who would have known that the Gates of Heaven are open?
Heaven glows.
Sermonizing in her Cathedral, the doves came ushering in.
The voice of the Lord possesses sylph.
Via the Holy Spirit, she shouted the doors are open.
Heaven is for all to seek.
Beatify!
Beatify!
Beatify!
Beatify!
Doves will fly in the sweet by and by.
The angels will sing upon entering divinity.
Chariots of the Lord's Army will bring in righteous souls.
Heaven is aglow.
{The doors of the Church are open!!!}
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PENNED ON AUGUST 21, 2014!
FORM: ANAPHORA
Categories:
munificence, baptism, blessing, celebration, change,
Form:
Verse
When growing up on the farm in Indiana even at 'round the age of three,
I began to notice simple yet beautiful things that surrounded me.
Strange though it seems, I found beauty in grumpy bumble bees,
And was fascinated by the gold and crimson foliage of autumn's trees!
Golden fields of wheat undulating in the breeze was a beauty to behold,
As were luscious apples ripening on laden trees in hues of red and gold.
Bright green fields of corn that were to provide roasting ears bye and bye,
Were crowned with gilted, dancing tassels reaching for the sky!
I saw beauty in the gamboling of a newborn baby calf,
And the antics of squealing piglets that really made me laugh!
I caressed fluffy yellow baby chicks with my innocent paws.
(The threat of the fussy mother hens rarely gave me pause!)
I had the joy of capturing elusive lightning bugs on languid summer nights,
And delighted at the awesome beauty of the eerie Northern Lights!
I saw beautiful displays of lightning as it flashed across the prairies,
And from afar saw magnificent golden eagles preening in their aeries!
I gently caressed the beautiful peonies that my Mother grew,
And inhaled the fragrance of her roses glistening in the morning dew.
Though I'm in the autumn of life, in all things beautiful and bright
That The Creator in his munificence has provided, I still take delight!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
munificence, childhoodbaby, beautiful, beauty, autumn,
Form:
Rhyme
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 39
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Is violence life-wire of existence
Can God come into being beyond Nature
Violence in warp and woof of our nature
Can one avoid being part of violence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Who put Arjuna on guard against anger
The cause of the Great War was not in suspense
Can God come into being beyond Nature
Arrogate violence and commit blunder
Can one take life and affirm his existence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Taoists live life in accord with Nature
The seasons come and go in munificence
Can God come into being beyond Nature
Make not god to quibble about his Father
No god re-appears like this Grand Existence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Can GOD come into being beyond Nature
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
munificence, nature, philosophy, religion, violence,
Form:
Villanelle
I am the newly born face of munificence, unquenchable beauty.
My tides are full with bountifulness, like an orchard to the table.
My fleece radiates guiltless white, bestowed like a lamb, fresh
upon its mother. And the flight of a newborn world is upon the wing
My once childish demeanour has grown into a handsome face,
with the offer of a pristine horizon as dowry. And the fruits from
the fleur de mer are bound for the land, to walk amoung its forests
and cultivate its soil. Free of tarnish and burnished by a new sun
As the cloud's rivers carry food along my valleys, carved
by mighty glaciers, the King Fisher learns its trade and
apes are low in prominence. As yet to chase the flame
and its future dividend
But, as with any river, there are two shores upon which to live.
And there are signs that a sheep in wolf's clothing stands two
legged and tall upon the other shore. And like the changing of
the seasons, too soon its cold has become warm and its warm
become hot. Wrapping a ring of savage finality about itself
On that bank, benevolence has changed a once accepting face,
to one of prideful leers. And the once responsible mien of its
manhood has lately become the childish game of a drunken
fool to be frittered away, like so many coins
And changing tides recede onto unredeeming shore lines, as a
water fall's once prized cascade becomes scorched by a pitiless
sun. And yet. My heart still resonates with the cries of a dying
humanity and should our eyes and ears only perceive it, there
is time to nurture this changeling yet. To cross the river and
force back the spears of gluttony that have breached this paradise.
To grasp the hands of an entire peoples despair and lift them up,
like a father to a child and the righteous to the atoned
For without this change of games pursued, we leave behind a
dessicated husk of rock. To become one of many such trinkets
that orbit the lights in the night sky.
Categories:
munificence, allegory, world,
Form:
Free verse
Each sound
free or bound
each petal
Each quivering utterance
bold and round
these handicrafts
these unthinking feelings
flower in the minute thinking fingers
untranslatable untransmutable intent
when other more enduring
forms
stop the outpour
tax and stem
and call for ageing patience’s munificence :
At this the heart will pause
before labour
the consciousness
severing from congenital cries
« I’ll pound harder for patience’s sake »
- the penitent heart upbraids.
« Only so, until I too have learned
to punish words into some form
until men of all climes may equally say:
‘This I understand for my father did as well
as forefathers to grandchildren might in it dwell’ «
Might one say again
(need it be necessarily said)
Why this shape for the violin
Is this the only colour of sound
That must with horsetail on bark
be whipped to wail and whine
like an harpy
© T. Wignesan – 1960 Heidelberg, Germany. (Rev. 2012) from the collection : « tell them i’m gone », Paris, 1983. ISBN 2-904428-07-0
Categories:
munificence, art, heart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Life giving, purifying drops from heaven
Buffeted by a gusty wind, cascading droplets of rain
Moistening parched land, nourishing farmland
Replenishing lakes and ponds, absorbed by desert sand
Quenching the fabled chatak’s thirst
A bird, fabled to drink only from nature’s orgasmic burst
Endowing waterfalls with zillions of drops to dispense with
Dazzling in the sun’s rays, ethereal when moonlit
Like an avalanche of diamonds, unleashed
Thundering down with renewed vigour, on the rocks beneath
Sculpting exquisite forms and shapes
Through aeons of time, altering landscapes
Forming eddies and pools and rapids on its journey
Sustaining civilization before uniting with the sea
A tiny rivulet from a subterranean spring
Now fattened and joyously gurgling
In spate and flowing with zest
In its home, the forest
Rain brings hope of nature’s munificence
And charges Mother Earth with vim and freshness
Nurturing life in this teeming planet
Nourishing every living organism in its wake
The many hued rainbow straddling the day-lit sky
Appears with rain sometimes, caused by a play of light
Lending a divine presence and the birth of a local myth
Of matrimony of foxes with bushy tails and sharp teeth
When fishes cavort and frogs croak in glee
Rain is the reason for such unbridled ecstasy
Categories:
munificence, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
FEBRUARY
First fetish I fail to get over
Ending up as a travesty called time
Birthed in a frosty bewilderment
Reared in a misty munificence
Unique in its symbiotic signature
Arriving in time to live on in earlier times
Retiring to a further summary of time
Yielding an engaged but easy air.
Birth date: February 5th
Written on: 11 Aug 15.
For Charlotte's contest.
Categories:
munificence, seasons,
Form:
Free verse