Best Regenerated Poems
A field afire
papery petals glow like ruby votive candles
a collection of cupped solar flames
vowed to shine despite the dew before dawn
evaporating any doubt the sun would rise
the mist would lift
consoling one in darkness
Rising up where wildflowers past have fallen
victim to soil fallow and shallow
your Spring growth resurrects my hope
as your resurgent blooms stretch to the heavens
I awaken thawed from the frost of loss
regenerated by dreams
of undying love sacrifice and joy
O poppy blood red
vast your bed a symbol of life and death
and imagination.. you inspire me with your irony
your roots belie a feathery foliage
anchored though airy
light and looking like you might take flight
but spirited blossoms stand an army of angels
earthbound and blushing
My breath stops when I gaze upon you — yet
when I walk among your thronging whorls
grazed by your grace
my chest rises and falls
my bloodstream set ablaze
by the grandeur of your inner light
my heart rejoices with the voices of breezes
aswirl with a swish through your scarlet banners of peace
We share a savor for new-day chardonnay skies
tender the warm tinge before summer’s singe
rhythmic air moves us with singsong sighs
a swaying dance of sepaled celebrants
with nary a fresh bud trod upon
crimson and sunrise spirit and flesh
raising palms and psalms in thanks and praise
festive in rebirth and remembrance
where tears fall not as rain but as
c o n f e t t i
as my heart carries the bouquet of your immortal beauty
like a bride on her May wedding day
Susan Ashley
March 11, 2022
*Dedicated to my father who gently passed on June 10, 2021.
You are loved and missed dearly, dad
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Spring Showers or Spring Flowers
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
*nary: not, or not any
(Image: Glow with pride: Express.co.uk)
Dead faith…
was then I had
being smitten in trespasses and sins.
By hearing God’s Word…
biblical faith was imparted to my heart
granting me redemption of eternal life’s worth.
From no faith, my soul God reached out…
With regenerated heart, I started walk of faith
That adversities ceaselessly challenge.
Midst sin-caused miseries…
I succumbed to skepticism bouts
Testing my faith, proving its genuine functionality.
Honestly, I admit that there were moments…
I wallowed in guilt of faith’s absence
When engulfed by unbelief-pangs.
Likewise, in the crucible of trials…
I was challenged along doubts and fears
Thus, rebuked was I, “Oh ye of little faith” by my Saviour.
Seeking my Lord, I always beg…
“Increase my faith” with earnestness
Believing that He can as He sees my plea.
Hence, by Christ and His strength…
I keep on growing in His grace and knowledge
To receive His commendation, “Great is thy faith.”*
*Matthew 15:28 Then Jesus answered and said unto her, O woman, great is thy faith: be it unto thee even as thou wilt.
April 24, 2019
The grace of God is so wonderful
God has given it as a gift to mankind
for without it man is lost completely
their spiritual eyesight is totally blind
God's grace is truly irresistible
when man has been regenerated anew
this grace affects the heart of man
melting its defiance to receive it true
God's righteousness at Christ's expense
what a vivid picture this conveys
that Jesus is man's perfect sacrifice
His living saviour, for sins price He did pay
When God gets a tight hold of you
knocking down all your doubts and fears
His way becomes so clear to attain
then you know His presence is ever near
This Christ will be your living saviour
one that's always at your side
shows His grace is irresistible
so make sure you know Jesus will abide
I’m suffocating in here
I’m the one I have to fear.
Broken glass pierces through the soles of my feet
Yet somehow I can’t accept defeat.
Someone call the surgeon
The surgeon to my soul.
I feel like I’m about to fall
I feel like I’m about to fall!
Someone call the FBI
I have a case that’s files are miles high
Photos of the suspects keep flashing through my mind
Day and night…night and day
Why can’t anyone seem to find
The murder weapon
It’s my heart
It’s been violated all the pieces
And every part
The anesthesia just wore off and I’m in excruciating pain
Look at all I loss…was it all in vain?
I’m vexed with questions I’m frozen with lies
I walk a road with my hands tied
Gasping for air
But you’re not there
Gasping for air
But you don’t care!
Faint smells of metal linger on my tongue
I was so young
We were too young!
The sun blisters my skin
Exposing the poison that dwells with in.
Regenerated but still a degenerate
Born again but still being born
Forgiven but still forgiving
Fighting but still in the fight.
Galaxies of possibilities swirl in the wind
How did I get here again?
Have I lost the will to win?
By: Sabina Nicole
Love and care
It is movables love plus care
Obtained to our mom
It real love I dare
We found from our real mom
It is loved future seen
Given by our black mom
Love and fear
It is totally fear
Regenerated from our dad
Though it is clear
Good manner from our dad
Love and help
Help me my blood sister
We are born to assist each other and not fight
My direction and teacher
Show me where to reach my peace fetcher
Love and fight
Let me look
Behold my little best
Israel and Pakistan,
The brotherhood states never best
Me and you
Not sister and you
Construct a developmental fight
A peaceful fight
Though I’m a real Sudanese
I can cope to be a real sweetish
Love and life
Never pretend a knife
Cutting a beef life
You are the husband of the wife
Blame me not
I’m in life
Censure me not
I gonna have a real life
To see my back not to admire my fore
Love and care and fear and help and fight and life
A real and definite friend do
An exe and a hole
Other dig and the other cut
Let us become
The knife of peace
To cut the beef of wars
The reddish of betrayal
Likely, notably the blackness of poverty
SCARS
Show me one who does not evolve
And I'll show you the grave.
A chemical reaction that comes and goes is love,
so is heartbreaks which turns your fire off;
Causing life scars and memoirs,
inducing painful ecstasy and tremors.
Are scars ugly and imperfect?
Mine's not; they never go away like life's precept
but keep waging like the windstorm.
To mortality, imperfection is a norm,
Today's bruises similitude to tomorrow are mere token.
Scars are not reminders of what's been broken
but rather, of what's been regenerated:
The EVOLUTION of being is created.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© October 27th, 2022.
PASSION UNFETTERED
There is a force within a few that stands aloof,
Jealously gazing at the eyes of lovers brimming with expectation,
But something stays frozen-- in disjointed time,
Afraid if the precocity of love is brilliantly returned.
The truly beloved err,
Like a force of nature
the sweetness will be drained from the soul,
Leaving a husk
Withering
Never to be regenerated.
If this tale of passion is true
We are helpless toys of
a fickle god….
Who garners
passing amusement orchestrating loss.
If the action of love proves untrue,
The Lovers are simply actors .
Mouthing empty lines,
Doomed are all to eternal isolation.
Warily venture.
the Blundering Hopeful
Spiral dizzily from elation,
Soul Splayed --
Adhered naked to the sullen earth
Held by invisible stakes of humiliation and discontent.
Alert for independent action
Survivors swathed in stealth
Endure silent screaming nights--
Appear Sleepless and Vacant.
(but in truth, they are in constant vigilance—)
Seeking the moment when a slash in time
Will offer unknown hope
Unfettered
Escape
At last--
And free to fly
V. Anderson-Throop 2014©
“I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine eye” (Psalm 32:8). Today, and when I am old, this precept assured to me by God remains steadfastly immutable. With my trust in Him, I am confident of a triumphant and blissful future. These include the wondrous enjoyment of everlasting life, the glorious worship of the Almighty Creator, the love-filled fellowship with the saints forever. Thus, when I am old, I see myself upheld by the might of my Saviour with my spiritual bio note shining with these divine attributes the Lord endowed me with: redeemed, ransomed, regenerated. Meanwhile, though my physical strength would diminish and natural beauty fade when I get old, my faith’s luster would become all the more radiant. Such truth prompts and prods me now through God’s power to pursue and persevere toward a vibrant and meaningful lifestyle that will never haunt me, and be my miserable regret when I am old.
Faith-anchored champion…
that is me when I am old
because of God’s might!
When I am old, empowered by God with His care, I stay cleaving to His grace, delighting in His mercy, and seeking for His favour. Though afflicted with infirmities and wearied by trials, I would constantly be grateful for His faithfulness, appreciative of His peace, and joyous for His answers to my prayers. Through my heavenly citizenship, I strive to become the cheerful pilgrim and obedient steward He wants me to be while leading others to His light, preaching His Gospel with compassion, and advancing His kingdom. With that, this is my plight, anchored upon Psalm 90:12, “Lord, please teach me to number my days, that I may apply my heart unto wisdom, as I work well to present myself unto You with praise, when I am old.”
God’s grace* when I’m old
works best for service-utmost…
wondrous gift to share!
*Psalm 84:11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
August 3, 2018
7th place, "For Your Poetry Journal" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings; judged on 8/6/2018.
Learning but not understanding
Touching but not feeling
Seeing but not reaching
Life is irrelevant
Collectives are sufficient
Futile for resistances
As we are efficient
But
With my connection severed
I am no member
Now lost forever
When I have regenerated
I will be evaluated
Then I will be assimilated
Because I am Borg
The Ancient mutiny of the Twain
In the beginning were both made
To dwell in unison and not to trade
You abode with each other in Eden
And never was anyone a burden.
The Author made one with the soiling sand
Molding him beautifully like he had been caned
So there he laid breathlessly dead
Until the creator’s speech you fed.
And then you arouse, man and woman;
He made you to guard the earth like a foreman
Visiting you day and night
Until the day your lust took you to flight.
Then I recall the commencement of the ancient mutiny of the twain
The flesh against the spirit intertwine
The world; since then the flesh held in bondage
The other kept it from all damage.
The flesh waging a wailing war at the spirit
To eternally take man to hades to seal it
Till the ‘Spinner of life’ sent Love
To the earth He had given man ancient to have.
Love paid the price to set the epithelium free
By then both had been divided like the walls of the red sea
Only death on the shrub could breech the gab
And no one, man could love than the creator’s flab.
Love fought until he shouted ‘it is finished!’
Man since then could never be tarnished
Eden’s emancipation had been regenerated
And humanity had been totally consecrated.
And yet there stood the flesh and the spirit
The impact of man’s fall could not tell it
For since then the ancient mutiny of the twine still persist
And I, am left with the spirit to steadfastly resist.
I wake up in a bath of sweat
I am late starting my journey
Weightless clothes hide my being
Protect the skin from reality, my reality
The garage door shuts up in a rearview mirror
There is nothing else but emptiness
The rose bushes prune themselves
For an artificial Californian winter
Dislocated trees pretend to whither genetically
Along the street I slide encapsulated in soundproof
I ride in a bath of distorted forms
Cannot figure out why the street ends up in stairs
I merge in an one-way freeway with ends of marine layers
Curious eyes greet somber, slow and mute police lights
I am finally free to fly and collapse in the Pacific
Slapped by wreaths with my name in purple
*
A three year old with ash blonde hair jumps up her beach towel
She runs towards the ocean in an excited déjà vu
I grab me with my two little hands and smile at my regenerated youth
An obsessive dream re-occurring - our street ending up in stairs…
Again and again…
DARKNESS, EMPTINESS, HOLLOWNESS, DESPAIR
WEAKNESS, LAZINESS, CARELESSNESS, GLARE
LONELINESS, AWKWARDNESS, SILLINESS, SHAME
PASSIONLESS, HOPELESSNESS, PAINFULNESS, STAIN
FEELING LESS, UGLINESS, SADNESS, DISGUST
SHAMELESSNESS, VAUNTED NESS, VALUELESS, MISTRUST
RUTHLESSNESS, HAUGHTINESS, BOASTFULNESS, PRIDE
DECEPTIVENESS, CAUSTIC NESS, FRIVOLOUS, STRIFE
CHAOTIC NESS, REBELLIOUS, RIOTOUS, EXTREME
LEWDNESS, LASCIVIOUSNESS, SELFISHNESS, SCHEME
DEGENERATIVE MAN
GOODNESS, LIGHTNESS, JOYFULNESS, GRACE
CLEANNESS, GUILTLESS, PAINLESS, FAITH
HAPPINESS, FULLNESS, PEACEFULNESS, SOUND
GROUNDED, STABLE, SECURITY, FOUND
EXUBERANCE, FULFILLMENT, UPLIFTED, LIGHT
WHOLENESS, HELPFULNESS, TOGETHERNESS, MIGHT
TRUTHFUL, MEANINGFUL, THANKFUL, REAL
ENLIGHTENED, RESCUED, REDEEMED, APPEAL
COLORFUL, BEAUTIFUL, VALUABLE, LIFE
WORTHINESS, HONORABLENESS, HOPEFULNESS, RIGHT
REGENERATED MAN
I need to purge my blood of these shivers, smoke-filled bubbles burst in blood capillaries, an embolysym of you, an embolysym of truth. So much disease carried through an artificial vein.A wire mesh heart that surrounds the tissue, and cuts, and scrapes and tears the flesh thats pulsing there. My iron lung feed me unwell. A binge on sickness that I cannot take back. And with words settling back on the heels of my fingertips, Im ready to be ill. Emesis of b***s***, of treachery. Of indecency, of dishonesty, of facelessness, of cowardice. Will anyone ever read this and understand how a broken heart heals? The maliciousness of untrust and the misuse of of courtesy have eaten away at my regenerated liver. My borrowed kidney is rejected on the operating table and I am drained of all my poisoned blood. So give me a heart outside of my body, a big plasticine box with rubber tubing. And let my eyes see the you drain out of me and the blood of unknown angels be filtered in. I wanna watch every drop be filtered from my collapsing veins, I wanna deflate every organ inside and empty every nerve synapse of memory.I want a restart button and I want a renewable source of energy. I dont want your weak blood in me anymore. I dont needd your tiny bits of protein, your half-formed enzymes. I want anything else. An artificial sense of safety within my reach. So split me down the middle, no anesthesia, the scalpel working inch by bleeding inch. and seperate me from you.
I wake up in a bath of sweat
I am late starting my journey
Weightless clothes hide my being
Protect the skin from reality, my reality
The garage door shuts up in a rearview mirror
There is nothing else but emptiness
The rose bushes prune themselves
For an artificial Californian winter
Dislocated trees pretend to whither genetically
Along the street I slide encapsulated in soundproof
I ride in a bath of distorted forms
Cannot figure out why the street ends up in stairs
I merge in an one-way freeway with ends of marine layers
Curious eyes greet somber, slow and mute police lights
I am finally free to fly and collapse in the Pacific
Slapped by wreaths with my name in purple
*
A three year old with ash blonde hair jumps up her beach towel
She runs towards the ocean in an excited déjà vu
I grab me with my two little hands and smile at my regenerated youth
An obsessive dream re-occurring - our street ending up in stairs…
Again and again…
fertile currents flood
parched fields regenerated
goods flow to market