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You’re our Creator, and we’re Your creation
Thanks for reaching down to us for our salvation
To offer us Your relationship of sweet heaven’s jubilation…
Now, we’re heading toward Your set glorious transformation.
You’re our Potter, and we’re Your clay*
Thanks for designing us according to Your way
To shape us up by Your fellowship we can experience everyday…
Now, we’re living as vessels that honor You while in Your plan we stay.
You’re our Master, and we’re Your servants
Thanks for calling us by Your immutable covenants
To include us for Your partnership beyond reward-grants…
Now, we’re laboring with contentment against worldliness and vanity-wants.
You’re our Head, and we’re Your body**
Thanks for cleansing us from sinfulness’ malady
To perfect us in Your workmanship with Your truth so sturdy…
Now, we’re striving to be holy as we wait for Your coming, ever ready.
You’re our Leader, and we’re Your followers
Thanks for enabling us to obey You and Your orders
To teach us along Your discipleship upward maturity towers…
Now, we’re living by faith with the conviction to be biblical defenders.
You’re our Vine and we’re Your branches
Thanks for upholding us midst stormy glitches
To nurture us with Your stewardship that spiritually enriches…
Now, we’re bearing fruits by Your love, grace and mercy’s touches.
You’re our Shepherd and we’re Your sheep***
Thanks for delivering us out from death-valley’s deep
To carry us to Your friendship where our hearts You safely keep…
Now, we’re dwelling in Your pasture, verily blessed, till we do sleep.
*Isaiah 64:8 But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
**Ephesians 5:23 For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body.
***John 10:14 I (Jesus Christ) am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine.
May 7, 2020
1st place, "Regal Royal Relationships" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 5/15/2020.
Oh,
Onward
October
Orchestra ode,
Offering tree leafs
Of oval and other.
Orange, red, onslaught color
Optimize falls’ ooh-aah skin tease
To tantalize seasons sassy change ~
Our tingle, tickle, breezy couple time.
It was a cloudy sky
Drizzle had just stopped softly
On this enchanting evening, I was lined lucky
As there was an ugly beggar who deserved care, swiftly
I stopped my car before that hotel
where sometime I used to visit for coffee
during my return from office, to home to dwell
Being pose area, side of it were shops selling toffee
I gone straight to that beggar
Enquired what he may desire to eat
He was holding one bit of an used cigar
Face to face, he was not willing to meet
I used to treat deserving beggar with food of his choice
Someone will ask for a particular dish
But this man didn't even raised his voice
Repeatedly I failed when I tried to ascertain his wish
Finally the shopkeeper guided and coded
saying he wanted only a matchbox to light his cigar
When I tried hard to get, every shopkeeper just eluded
As the increased anti-tobacco canvassing had worked clear
The beggar rejected money as well any dish
His world gets filled with just a matchbox
He stood firm and let me only to pish
As I too never keep such item in my toolbox
He loitered and left the place, helpless
Upset with this, I too lost my interest to eat
I also left without eating, as I became useless
Even in bed, with this thought, I felt my heartbeat
I get delighted to treat deserving beggars, stomachful
Or else with alms, to their handful
But above failure led me sorrowful
As I could not be fairly useful
It is the beggar who gives me a chance to serve
Of course, I had heartfully attempted and offered
Altogether, I sincerely strained everyone of my nerve
But he neither cared my efforts nor allowed to be adored
This miserable failure mows me miserably for the past two years
More so, whenever I used to cross that place every day
True to say, my eyes were about to cloud with tears!
What woes remain more for my heart to say?
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"See: A Marriage Worthy, Letters Offered to an Aching Bride"
See
The blood of man
drips from his fingers
note the true
Son of Man
No loud crimson
cardinal feathers
gently caressing
psalming minds
No White Hat
nor flag in hand, yet
Purple hearted
when War came
carrying in his
arms crucifixion
nails for bullets
in palms holy human
outstretched
lobbying armies
and splitting sides
dripping red, and
blue bruised, the once
good book holders
debating defense
four seraphim and
their regiments
glistening oily black
misunderstood magi
with their presents
now fierce and hell bent
whirling dervish
baptising all those
heaven sent
dripping their fire
burning gold,
myrrh and frankincense
transfusing the just
the bled out pacifists
now all undressed
Holy Sees truth
for what it means
now all unblessed
the stripping of brides
standing firm
in their pure virginal beliefs
they come hymn singing
riding astride
the four horsemen
caught up in
a marriage
worthy
of an honour guard
attention arching
Apocalypse
The 3 unsealed
slow letters offered
to an aching bride
to freely choose
her husband’s
best side
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"If you close your eyes
and you pick a side
Will you follow blindly
into the darkness?
If you close your eyes
and you pick a side
Will you find yourself
broken and heartless?
In a world on fire,
in a world on fire"
"If in some smothering dreams,
you too could pace
Behind the wagon
that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes
writhing in his face,
His hanging face,
like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear,
at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from
the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer,
bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores
on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell
with such high zest
To children ardent
for some desperate glory,
The old Lie:
Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori."
(excerpt Wilfren Owens -
"Dulce et Decorum Est")
There I was sitting, waiting for my name to be called
And next to me stood a little boy, so I glanced over at him
And to my utter surprise He displayed the most beautiful smile
It took my breath away, the smile he offered me
One I absolutely couldn't resist, so I smiled back
And there we were, smiling at each other
He was too young to know he was a blessing in disguise
A blessing sent by God, to bless one of His own, with a beautiful smile
A simple gesture, but one I'll always treasure
The smile of a little boy
A smile that reached his eyes and my heart
A smile that could melt the hardest heart
A smile worth a million bucks
He offered freely, every time I glanced his way
A big bright smile he offered me
It lit up the room and my spirit
It wasn’t a mere smile
It was medicine and I took a huge dose
It was what my Master ordered, in the form of a little boy's smile
It was love, God's sweet love, offered in a smile and I smiled back
I even laughed because I recognized Love and Love, He offered me a smile and I smiled right back
I sat in the right seat that day
Offered a rose
received a stone.
Too lost to oppose,
left all alone.
What life offered me
Was a bunch of great mysteries
The most recent mystery was 'she '
She came so close to me and left me for ever ( ? )
Why mysteries chasing me one after the other ?
Why can't I find the answers ?
The time I could open them to see
They are moving away and away
My mind is filled with confusion
Navigation system doesn't working anymore
Directions all seems the same
I stuck without moving a step
From His glorious kingdom…
…the Prince of peace* came to earth
He reached down to me thru His wondrous birth
Offering His love-mercy’s grant of redemption-mirth
And eternal life’s bounty midst spiritual dearth!
Proposing His unconditional love, He presented Himself...
...neither as a knight in shining armor
Nor as a dashing debonair with riches’ glamor,
But as the Savior of compassion’s ardor
And a prophet prevailing over skeptics’ dishonor!
With His loving kindness, my soul…
…He marvelously sought out
By His imputed righteousness, I trusted Him, devoid of doubt;
Abiding in His heart, with faith, I’m now secured from hatred’s clout…
Hence, thru His prudence, I yield to His direction’s route!
Today and forever, I – His beloved will praise Him…
…in jubilant worship
Since He guides me thru His wise and caring leadership
Around His triumphant service-partnership
While together, we enjoy divine blissful fellowship!
*Isaiah 9:6 For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
June 7, 2018
1st place, "FAIRY TALE" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Alexis Y; judged on 10/8/2018.
Offered money and no any fees,
Plus a profitable, tempting term!
They are scammers, be a stern,
Banks never did the things like this.
"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me . . . "
A Rambling Poet
She offered flowers
To her dear spirit Juno,
Thanking her for life,
For yet another birthday,
And continued protection.
Jack Horne, 17th July, for Constance's 'What is she doing?' contest
This letter arrived this morning..
"Dear Sir, it is with great honour to inform you
That with the perspicuity of realistic narrative art
And the diversity and universality of myth
Your work illuminates the human condition in the world of today
You have therefore been awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature
Cheers, you're the man."
What audacity
To disturb this idiosyncratic taste bubble
This stun and cut bluestocking
My 35 second play
My mango tango d drops
My surgical quality
I ain't getting on a horizontal float wheel
Stockholm can screw themselves
When reprobate blackguards are inferring
I'll stay here
If there's a need for shooting to start
I'll start shooting
Fun bags and polluted cities
Round off my morning, honey
Time for a tea
Medieval queens used to drink pints
I'll 'ave two for breakfast
I am not for sale Stockholm
Captain Hook went to Eton
I've got my bachelors
Leave this knack mental giant alone by-blows
In my wretchedness, so miserable
God compassionately reached down to me;
Offered me love, divinely valuable…
He paid by His blood* of sacrifice-fee.
Leaving heavenly throne, He brought freedom
That unshackled me from iniquities’ chain;
Against eternal pangs of hell’s kingdom…
He ransomed my soul, granting mercy’s gain.
Thru His forgiveness-might, He sought me out
Ushering my heart from guilt-angst's prison;
By His Word that conquers fear, woe and doubt…
He secures my spirit midst sins’ treason.
Thus, I can approach Him with faith’s fervor
While living for His glory and honor.
*Hebrews 9:14 How much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without spot to God, purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God?
August 18, 2018
Edited on May 16, 2020
Honorable Mention, "BRIAN'S CHOICE F,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/16/2020.
Love divine, sovereign in directive
Compassion leads from carnal perspective.
Reaching-out midst life-building goal
Transforming toward faithful service-pole.
Indeed sublime, working for forgiveness gain
Sanctifying heart, suffering with guilt-gripped pain.
Reproving sweetness in the guise of care
Uplifting through blessings to share.
Blissful around God’s secured fellowship*
I thank Him for His offered eternal relationship.
*1Corinthians 1:9 God is faithful, by whom ye were called unto the fellowship of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord.
July 19, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (11)any theme any form" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/19/2020.
We offer praise* to God for His glory’s sake
And we’re sure of such whatever it will take
Since He quickened us to be spiritually awake
Midst fake news that obscure our faith, making it quake.
We offer praise to God, seeking for His commendation
And we admit such as right motivation
Since He leads us to trust His direction
Midst worldly schemes ushering steps to destruction.
We offer praise to God along with our jubilant worship
And we thank Him for His offered sweet relationship
Since He intensifies ministry-partnership
Midst fruitful fellowship of faithful stewardship.
Psalm 50:23 Whoso offereth praise glorifieth me: and to him that ordereth his conversation aright will I shew the salvation of God.
April 2, 2019
AN OFFERING OFTEN OFFERED AN ORPHAN'S OFFSPRING
an angel was being soiled by a sordid soul
a deviant degenerate so droll on the whole
she was unknowingly complicit in an implicit fraud
that prismatic angel a lothario would laud
'twas not in her mind his kindred and kind
and angels should never be birthed so blind
ne're to see nor hear of danger in her midst
and swear the splendedness whenever we kissed
she followed and was led by a demonic deviancy
and i to harbor my secrets with expedient frequency
lest an angel divine should take heed of her heart
and from a heart of ice should she have fled to part
for cold was her lover, my angel divine
a demon who displayed compassion by design
i set my turquise eyes on an angel and her wondrous wings
a man of mahem who ruled strictly over his underlings
alas upon a day an angel awoke to a sorrowful sight
she saw inside this man she'd made love to last night
and what dwelled within caused the angelic to flee
when took flight an angel so far from me
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