Best Providence Poems
I that have seen such beauty
fallen beneath its gleam
rejected my life’s duty
to wade thus in its stream
Saturating me with love
bathed in moon’s reflection
naught more for me to dream of
drown me your affection
With our true hearts united
stare into love’s abyss
night dreams felt unrequited
are thus found with first kiss
Passion’s torch does scorch the sun
red molten flow in veins
as we two become as one
unbridled, fallen reins
Sacrosanct are our love nights
life’s sweet joys soar with you
without your touch, nothing’s right
next tryst now overdue
Stoke my love and lustful sate
lure me your siren song
wooing whirlwind perfect fate
where pulse and pleasures throng
We shall meet under moonlight
join true hearts in one fire
kiss in love’s sweet depths all night
meld into deep desire
We’ll sail ‘cross life’s open seas
explore each others’ shores
casting caution to the breeze
re-writing romance lores
Love’s paradise we’ll not miss
destiny sends us there
living life with blushing bliss
heaven for us to share
Rapture’s mine, your eyes starshine
your light does kiss my soul
intervention our’s Divine
in ecstasy extol
Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
June 8, 2018
*Providence* - a manifestation of divine care or direction -
Poet’s Note: When my talented friend Robert, found and presented to me his lovely poem fragment, from long ago (the first stanza), and asked if I would be interested in writing a collaborative poem with him, I said ‘Yes’! In the moment of reading his tender words, I was inspired.. and honored and humbled, by his generous and kindhearted offer to finish this poem with him through our creative cooperation. It was my great pleasure and a tremendous poetic experience for me to create and write with Robert, a fine poet of such high caliber who just so happens to be my esteemed friend as well. Robert, you made my first collaboration a pure joy and our friendship and partnership in poetry is cherished.
Part of my faith is Providence
Which means God meant it to be
Somewhere in the past
God had a plan for me
Slavery brought us freedom
From far across the sea
Persecution gave us liberty
To believe in the God we see
Prejudice gives us eyes
To see the mark of the beast
Breaking both commands
Where only two there be
Providence gives us faith
From which we finally see
God meant it from the beginning.
To show His love for you and me
WAYS OF PROVIDENCE
Poem written for “This or That Poetry Contest,” Edward Ibeh, sponsor, 7/22/2025
“God planted the seeds of all the trees, and you see to what a height and shade they have grown! So, it is with the Bible. You may read a verse this year, and forget it, and it will come back to you a year hence, when you least expect to remember it.” James Fenimore Cooper, The Deerslayer
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Nestled in the soil of my heart, God, the Divine Gardener,
lays seeds of wisdom, each verse a tiny promise,
waiting for the rain of remembrance.
Time passes by like a feather in the wind,
and as a traveler, I recall a line, a verse~
a glimmer of truth that suddenly comes to light.
It encircles my heart like a vine of grace,
reminding me that seeds planted in my soul's soil
await providence and the right season to sprout.
Oh, my heart remembers, just as trees remember the rain!
And here I am, growing beneath the shade
of the proverbial wisdom of God.
My dependence on walking cane,
makes me older than my 80++ age,
I wish I could walk more than sit for hours,
Enjoy the walk along the ocean shore and greet the waves.
I would love to be an active adult,
Dance in the parties, swing few shots at pickleball game.
The time of Providence has come,
The desire is overwhelming, heart is full of hope.
There was a time I thought I knew
the shape and purpose of my course,
but a door closed soft, unseen,
and set my pulse to new rhythms.
I wait in transition for dawn to reveal a golden path,
guided by hope to avoid the easy route
and embrace whatever form it takes.
Did I ever know that I would be born?
Did I decide my psyche and physique?
Why is a rose shielded by a sharp thorn?
Providence creates each creature unique.
I think of building a castle for me.
I end up assembling a thatched hut.
When I, like a sparrow, wish to be free
An unknown force, from within, keeps me shut.
Untimely rain signs on the summer breeze
Floods and droughts play tragedies unannounced.
Earthquakes shake the inmost shrines of the seas.
Divine verdict is wordlessly pronounced.
Events, like gift foils, wrap my existence.
Existence, in turn, is wrapped by Providence.
Providence Bruins
since Boston's out of the race
Let's go Providence
Ruminating over a golden era gone by and over possessiveness filled me with nostalgia
Ultimate luxury of vying for a car as well as owning a chauffeur driven one was
Sadly for the migrated rulers who ruled over another dynasty across oceans
The massive Ford drove into grandpa's driveway in the early forties
Exactly thirty years later it stood dark, forlorn, inviting rust under the banyan tree
Devoid of its master whose ashes were bestrewn within the old British Raj bungalow
Benign weather peeled off layers of its glossy makeup despite its bare upkeep; our
Undulating frustration as it drank too many gallons; moleskin upholstery on bucketed
Seats laid bare its withered ribs, spouting foul smell in rain and sun; the rolling
Tyres busted for the wheels didn't spin down the familiar roads along the hill; our
Eyes got sore at its lost lustre while we heaved deep sighs at its opulent maintenance
Divine providence intervened to refurbish the vintage for glorious view in the Museum
Contest Judged on June 26, 2016
July 1, 2016
For Broken Wings
Contest: I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada - 1
*Migrated rulers refer to the British rule in India
Every soul, a ship is,
Created to withstand the fiercest storms
That life’s ocean could ever generate
Provided
Her captain would never lose sight of
Providence’s guiding beacon
And
Never would her, to the voracious waves of
Lawlessness, abandon!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 August 2015
In disaster and war movies
the protagonist (Queen) and her immediate circle
are protected from anonymous death. They may die (one by one or all at
once)
but someone at least grieves.
Or the audience is full of glee.
But in Star Wars (for instance)
what about the many hundreds of nameless, faceless soldiers
in body armor and visored helmets, or planetary citizens,
who fall by the dozens or more, like the leaves this rich fall. I think
no one thinks
how one of them may have had her first lover the night before
and one may be leaving behind two sons he read to last night
and loved with all his heart.
Neither belief in God nor being a god entertained
can explain or forgive this oversight.
Ah, how sweet
the film in which no actor dies or if they do
it's from their own disease or golden age.
People grieve for the soul that left
and celebrate the soul that flew.
I was in Providence for a conference,
a town I had thought insignificant, not a city to be considered
a city in flight. But that night they lit
one hundred bonfires in the river running up through the streets and the
face of every girl and woman with her lover
by firelight was beautiful.
Had the city been nuked
by a terrorist or rogue nation I would not have minded dying there,
with them, that night. It is possible
to be several million strong
and every homeless man with a singing voice belong.
Impregnable soil
Dried roots they toil
Reaching to quench their thirst
Extinguish the fire
Burning up higher
Late summer sun is perverse
Scorching the painting
Left remaining
The Rembrandt of spring created
Panoramic colors
Melt and flutter
As the canvas is slowly cremated
Naturally Mother
Responds to recover
Mindfully saving the pieces
Wisely stitches together
For coming cold weather
A blanket to warm her cold feet with
an original poem by the Poemdog Daniel Turner
Nigeria is on the precipice
A country in dire need of redemption
Blessed extravagantly by providence
But ravaged ignorantly by
Leadership failure
Built on faulty foundation of
Impunity, corruption and nepotism
Which has engendered overtime
Inequality of crass proportion
As insignificant few
Swim in obscene opulence
While embarrassingly majority
Wallow in criminal poverty
Arise you men of good will
Silence is no longer golden
Arise wrestle our country back
From the spirit of live and let die
Arise my compatriots to the clarion call
To rescue God’s masterpiece
From total annihilation
Stand up and be counted
Together let us overcome
Another tranquil evening in Shangri-la
Reading lost books from Alexandria
Hosting crickets and a dozen or so fireflies
All time and space seems to synchronize
The sun has been down for quite some time
Paradise relaxes while shadows pantomime
Candles dance in the pale lunar light
I thumb through Hemocrates and all its' insight
Waiting for dawn in the Elysian Fields
I ponder the wisdom that has been concealed
What tantalizing prospects of acumen
Remain departed because of dumb humans
With arms akimbo I stare at Eden
Turning to ash in the rays of man's treason
Then I bury my head in another lost tome
Realizing that life is one, great palindrome
Suffering sunset
Lost in the surf so complete
My soul’s destiny
Robots are modern day cousins of human beings
For they share between them common bindings
Both are programmed in a way to carryout tasks
That is assigned by their respective programmer.
It is providence that schedules all human events
And man performs strictly according to the chart
That is designed and planned for each individual
With no scope for escape from the path charted.
It is providence that propels humans for action
And determines to bequeath success or failure
A person succeeds when it shines upon on him
And suffers, defeat and shame, when it frowns.
In fact the possibilities are very diverse but real
Those depend on planetary combinations above
Which the programmer might have given thought
And then authorize the destiny of talking robots.
Thus humans are but utterly helpless pawns
Moving on the chequered chess-board of life
Occupying the squares according the program
Monitored by the unseen hand of providence.
My heterodox heart abandoned and impaled,
By such beauty where kisses have been jailed…
Marooned by your love and escaping has failed,
Decomposing with my last breath echoic exhaled.
Imprisoned by lachrymose of your lascivious lance,
Intoxicated by illicit lust as we started our dance…
Exciting erotic illusions within their eternal expanse,
Derelict desires a victim of calamitous circumstance.
Cupids arrow a venomous violation as to perforate,
Entangled by blind love of a felonious feverous fate…
Entombed by a hellion hole where demons dictate,
Castrating condemns of constructs that consummate.
Engraved is your name like mutilated cattle as to bore,
A disintegrating disease puncturing to my inner core…
Be your love a germinal genocide of a groveling gore,
Erupting excretions executed by the sinister spore.
July.21.2019
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