Best Reinforces Poems
There is power in His word
A power beyond comprehension
He strengthens hearts
And blesses souls with His fortifications
He reinforces armies
Those who know His grace
He increases the very angels
With His kindness and mercy
He is far better than we can say
He is a God that brings salvation
And gives our dreams a second chance
With His abiding love and presence
There is power in His love
A power felt by our hearts and souls
His love shines brighter than the moon and stars
Reflects more hope than even the sun
Fills my thoughts with everything good
Reminds the wise that they’re understood
Because He is wisdom beyond our perception
He is grace that provides a way for salvation
He is thanks that breathes light across the spirit
He is the One who died and was resurrected
Filling up the heart with a faith that is alive
A kindness that will survive and a praise
That colors all the world in inspiration and love
There is power in His Son
The One who came to bring us hope
And faith that is a living word
From the light of God’s one and only Son
Love that lives beyond the feeling
It is a second chance, the way, the truth
The life that is indwelling… deep within
Where we can worship Him again and again
For all the joy that He brings with Him
When He enters a heart and fills up a soul
With His Holy Spirit… His gentle love
The Hope for a heaven that will come
Because He gave up His life, was the sacrifice
For the sin that taunts and haunts
Reminds us all that we’re so unworthy
Of the One who calls us His children
The One who saves us and amazes us
With His gift of peace, love and unspeakable joy
The assurance that He is all we’ll ever need
If we simply accept Him and always believe
He is the One who came into this world
To free our souls and give us a second chance
To become the children of God
Share the place at His side
Where we’ll always reside – alive
Because He has come into this world
And survived all that we’ve done
Even death on a cross – three days in the grave
And then the resurrection, the reminder
That He is truly Love… from above!
Aging with Flare
by Carolyn Devonshire
Retirement for some means a rocking chair
But I’m blasting forth on a contrail’s flare
My 40-year career
Swirls behind in Earth’s sphere
And I’m ready to take on any dare
Francine invited me to bungee jump
I’ll skydive with Gwen - might end up a clump
There’ll be no rocking chair
As I hang-glide through air
Thinking of age as a tiny speed bump
I love “Aging with Flare” because it goes against the stereotype of retiring and sitting around and relaxing. It’s about still having fun in life and about the life inside of us, and how life is whatever we make it to be. Adding soup friends to the poem is a fun addition, along with humor - “ might end up a clump.” There’s risk, but the fun is worth it, because then we are truly living. The concluding line reinforces that mentality, along with the rocking chair symbolism. It makes me NOT want to be that person watching life, instead of living it. I want to be like Carolyn and make the most of my life.
Believe
In yourself
Enlightenment will follow
Harmony promotes tranquil thoughts
Hope can impact, motivate and accelerate the mind
Faith can establish, nurture, and enhance determination
Commitment reinforces one to strive for refinement and morale
Achievement can be attained by taking one step at a time
Each tread advances towards courage and will power
Enabling one to reasonably defeat difficult obstacles
To overcome futile efforts made in an earnest way
All possible when you start with yourself
Construct a foundation of inner qualities
Build upon those taking the next step
Pursue the stairway to confidence
Acquire a level self esteem
Touch a star above you
You can do this
If you will
Believe
The sailing moon of the night
captivating with dazzling glow
Clouds are adorned with silver lining
The light and movement create sensuality
Apply shimmer to the mossy carpet
under my feet
- the silence merged
reinforces one's presence
Breathing deeply and calmly
just listening inward
into my own existence
and consciousness
This precious beauty is lifted
I am grateful that I can witness
such a peaceful experience
- inextricably linked with nature
Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...
If anyone eats this bread
He will live forever
Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"
Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine
Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union
with the Lord God.
Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ
It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ
The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.
Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar
He is to be honored with the worship adoration
To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude
Expression of love
Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord
Written 09182012
First Day of the Year, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Premier de l’an by T. Wignesan
Each moment of waking up is an act of giving birth
I use the iron tools myself on the mother
To death
Myself : Who is this myself ?
Am I somebody else other than the weight I bear
Who resists who clings refuses
To be born ?
This weight deliberately reinforces itself
Through its heaviness
It wouldn’t want ever to be anything but matter
Half-conscious half in a state of stupor
Root before being stem
Seed which pushes upwards through the ground
Without being pulled out
Meanwhile it fathoms its false state of sleepiness its
burrow
(And) in delving into it it expels proportionately
All its skin goose-pimply to the touch
Hairiness of anguish enormous world
She kneads it more and more into the narrow passage
Her own abdomen compresses in vain his anguish
Towards the interior and the exterior at the same time
An every day happening that’s always impossible
The act of giving birth
This first day of the year nineteen seventy-three
Aged fifty-six years and eight months
Once again after twenty-thousand times more
I knew I have to be born
I do not want to.
I cry out to Someone who is stronger than me
That he might pull me out of my old fears originating from
my mother*
That they put me on this earth
So that I might walk towards my end once and for all in
my stride
With my dead elder-sister for company
On this earth of living beings
Someone who is I right at the end of the route
Up above
Puts aside with might the thin-lined horizon
So that I might be born
One day the more.
• See his poem : « Now to be flesh of a man and a woman »
(Sophia, O.C., t. II, p. 416)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
The truthful liar mesmerized no one
Even his most fervent followers fell short.
We watched his interchanges which seemed crazy,
And his bragging and grandiose plans abort.
His love seemed wrapped up in his loving buck,
Stealthy snake-like purport with enemies he would consort.
Boom! He was on the TV. Crash! He threw out a tweet.
Snorting, chortling, boredom ripe for a big red port.
We watched him boast and brag, some disgusted be.
Formative finance foreman finds a forever fort.
Political dissonance turning our country upside down.
Misogynist buffoon yelling fake news as a new sport.
Thy vileness and thy nastiness befouls thyself,
Thy fantasticalselfishness flamboyantly galantort,
Reinforces our mindfulness that being President is just a sport.
Lines 1 oxymoron 2 enjambment 3 homographs 4 inversion 5 homonyms
Lines 6 internal rhyme 7 onomatopoeia 8 consonance 9 hyperbaton 10 alliteration
Lines 11 metaphor 12 allusion 13 archaism 14 neologism 15 dissonance
Written 8-19-2018 Contest: A Litany of Poetic Devices
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Hidden behind one of a billion screens
Sits todays modern lawyer
Lines of code query through the possibilities
Finding the best-fit affair
His personal attachment to the case
Minimal, yet filled with burning passion
His native tongue
Aggressive vulgarity
The overwhelming platform of communal ignorance
Reinforces his arrogance
Todays modern lawyer radiates omnipotence through words
His persuasion isn’t in a courtroom
Nor is it on a piece of paper
It echoes through the minds of the mindless
The minds of todays modern lawyer
It’s a great day to shake and bake
Dance, sing, and eat all of your cake
It’s time to wear your dinner gown
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown
Upon reaching the Big Six O
Spread and stretch on your patio
Wear your fancy dress into town
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown
As you puff out the nice candles
Hold tight onto your chair handles
Smile today and let your hair down
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown
It’s a great day to shake and bake
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown
© Joseph, 4/9/08
© All Rights Reserved
Comments: Dedicated to my poet laureate friend Carol Brown. The Kyrielle
Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming
couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each
stanza. Each line within the sonnet has eight syllables. The French use the first
and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This reinforces the refrain
within the poem. The rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet normally is: AabB,
ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.
1. Short beautiful minutes in this bar stack
my body rhythms, felt in the next block
on senses, the salad energizes
my inner pricks, in need of a tincture
forget the menu, she’s my bill of fair.
pretty damsel I know it’s a first date
since the beginning, I have kept the wait
my anger is dead even if you’re late
my creative plans have been well creamed by fate
let our desires act like close mates.
2. Gulping her exhibition so flashy
as my loose mind wrong-foot her emotions
the will to know what’s next unhooks its heat
after the drinks should be seamless kisses
my advances she bans as licentious
we can make this dinner more than a date
modesty and formality should wait
so let’s tarry my dear till it is late
and follow the new script written by fate
as this proudly puts me above my mates.
3. Her senses electrify in doubles
she’s giving me wrong headed reactions
as they gang up to be monolithic
on this feeling, acting the pied piper
first time chilling needs no alacrity.
She makes it so sexy, what’s today’s date?
history colours itself, time cannot wait
everything is in check, we can’t be late
this could be destiny or our fate
b’cos our hearts are becoming mates.
4. Her decency spanks my curiosity
suppressing my full light to a dip switch
this attitude attracts strong reprisal
the hope for next meeting reinforces
but the after-play still non-existent.
It isn’t a crime to extend this date
it’s just the first stage sir, she said let’s wait
I like the morals, the timing is late
one person alone cannot decide our fate
she still chose the movies and not to mate.
Bridge x 4
The first, the tenth, what difference does it make?
That probability, the mind takes
your ‘No’ surely makes this dinner seem fake.
Chorus
Pretty damsel I know it’s a first date
since the beginning, I have kept the wait
my anger is dead even if you’re late
my creative plans have been well creamed by fate
let our desires act like close mates.
Chorus
It isn’t a crime to extend this date
it’s just the first stage sir, she said let’s wait
I like the morals, the timing is late
one person alone cannot decide our fate
she still chose the movies and not to mate.
On the 5th of November in 1605,
When the new religion of Protestantism was taking hold,
Political activist Guy Fawkes was arrested and executed,
For attempting to detonate Parliament for Catholicism old.
We burn the guy on a bonfire every year to commemorate,
That he was destroyed and not the centre for political activity,
The crux of legislation, set by hard, honest and tough debate,
By the people’s representatives who effect a stealthy integrity.
Guido Fawkes became Guy through his strength and prowess in war,
Over whether Spain’s government should uphold the catholic faith,
So denouncing Guy reinforces this wrongness of just one religious table,
And sedates our own tendency to informally become our own fable.
Guy Fawkes converted to Catholicism in his teenage years,
And fought to keep Spain catholic in the Eight Years War,
Then travelled to England where he met other like minds,
Who sought to reject the Calvinist future that was in store.
The group felt only effective if they were able to detonate,
The Houses of Parliament in a mammoth gunpowder plot,
‘Cos King James I was securing Elizabeth’s Protestantism,
Which by law through representation was not going to rot.
But one man of that group could not abide his conscience,
And in a letter told made the authorities aware of explosives,
That awaited ignition in a room under the House of Lords,
Enabling a gang arrest and the execution of the subversives.
Happy belated birthday Meg
This is your time to shake a leg
Hope you celebrated your way
Go ahead and have a great day
May your territory increase
And in you God’s blessings release
Holy Spirit hands on you lay
Go ahead and have a great day
From you evil spirits depart
They will not cause grief to your heart
This is your time for fun and play
Go ahead and have a great day!
Happy belated birthday Meg
Go ahead and have a great day
© Joseph, 4/19/08
© All Rights Reserved
Comments: For my poet friend Margaret Okubo on her birthday. The Kyrielle
Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming
couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each
stanza. Each line within the sonnet has eight syllables. The French use the first
and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This reinforces the refrain
within the poem. The rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet normally is: AabB,
ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.
A quiet stillness
That the fog reinforces;
Peaceful cool mornings.
~Living With Love Faith And Hope~
(Diamondback)
With love I can keep positive thoughts in my head
Try hard not to let anything that's bad...
Contaminate my heart and soul
Faith enriches and helps soul grow
Greet each day with good attitude to cope
Faith and trust in God reinforces for sure my hope
Faith is having hope at your command inside you
All my confidence and hopes with Him grow
I can dream when I keep my hope
God's love helps me with my life cope
With His love and guidance I'll make it through
He brings me peace and love when I am feeling blue
He fills of joy my heart
From Him can't never part
Hope takes me far
God love you as you are
His love is there for you
Your hopes renew
With faith hope grows
When there's no hope
Is hard to cope
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
November.24.2015
~Author's Notes:
" The Diamondback" is a poetry style created by Christina R.Jussaume.
It was a glorious, hot day soothed by the August's breeze; the town's copper bells
harmoniously chimed in their old, sturdy bell towers
as the band tuned to their festive sound with trumpets, trombones and marching drums.
The large square resounded with thousands of voices,
a procession of faithful flowed to the Church of Saint Stephen.
I ran upstairs with heavy breath to tell my sister to follow
them, but there on the flloor she layed with upward eyes, kind of lifeless;
and so hepeless not to find anyone, I stepped outside and saw
the saint's pious face and invoked Him for a miracle...suddenly I went back,
and instantly her face regained color and she began talking. I was convinced
that such a miracle happened because of my firm faith,
and that vision reinforces my belief that saints are the intercessors of God.