Best Render Poems
Look deep in
Not ever easy to find
Love rewards
Let Fate Render A Verdict So Fair
Let God judge such past wicked ways
cast stale food from dirty trays
So much molded bread happily ate
a leper in a rich famishing fate
Let this Soul eat out of its heart
pray love and spirit never part
To many deeds born of living hell
some so bad one shall never tell
Let this Life venture a fine course
consider deep regrets and source
To little care embraced in youth
memories steeped in wishful truth
Let Fate render a verdict so fair
Pray love gifts a verdict to share
Robert J. Lindley, 08-13-2014
How to portray my heart?
On this limp sheet
How to tell you what I feel?
Express that you are my need
How to express my feelings?
Through these improper lines
How to make you understand that it is true?
Love is precious and not a bad sign
How to render my love?
Through this simple paper and pen
How to tell you that I love you?
And without you my world will darken
The Holiday Season has come and gone.
Bank balance for that spree is overdrawn.
Now I'm feeling mighty glum.
Since Sam wants a hefty sum,
The house and my dog I may have to pawn!
Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's "Tax And Finance Limerick" Contest
(Male)
WHAT SHALL I RENDER TO HIM
Innocent baby
Above all the nations ye ndo king of kings
He is the only one that all faces will bow to praise
Niliachana na Samm na Jaymoh time nilijua we live by His grace
I don't do game to fit ye hunizero-graze
With Him nmerealize ka kopchoge no man is limited
He is that God who takes me places ata nikiwa sitted
What I just don't know,,,,is what to Him I will render
Ye hunibless actually hahitaji tender
Angekuwa sentence He would be my capital letter and my fullstop
Just to make it clear I mean my Alpha and Omega
Venye niko down ye huniraise up
Nikimlilia ye huwipe my tears and
When iam dry he fills my cup
What shall I give to him mwenye alifanya nisahau make up time nilijua He is my beautifier??
Mwenye when am about to give up He turns to be my glorifier
Mwenye love yake haihitaji stamp ya KEBS koz haina expiry date
And His grace is sufficient to us ,,,,you don't have to shake well before use.
Stephen Mastel
Sikufika college but poetry imenipea PHD ju nilijua the fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge
In time of distress he is my source of solace
Na ata kaa sikuparticipate ineos with Him i top the human race
Wao waki-paper-chase riches zangu hunikumbusha nizieke heaven where moles and rodents kent get them coz where He lives it's a sweet heaven
Ata ningekuwa m-china kungfu would never be my thing coz ye hunishow hii vita si yangu
I celebrate before going to war ju kaa Gideon He fights for me
They laugh when I kneel,,,,they just forget He stands for me
Alikufa ndo niservive
And that's why I stands to say
He is ma all in all
Mastel ft Innocent Baby
2019
What do you have that belongs to another?
Tribute? Custom? Honor? Fear?
Whose image and name is on that thing?
Friend? Stranger? Leader? Brother?
Where is the due that you should bring?
Near? Afar? Hoarded? Covered?
When will you owe only love for another?
Today? Tomorrow? There? or Here?
My ode to tax season ...
With compelling circumstance
thousands flocking to our door
braving elements of chance
what does new year have in store?
As they enter our domains
follow adverts’ beckoning
is there hope for addled brains
as they face their reckoning?
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7/26/2020
The sound of music heals my soul
This for sure I do justly know
Have pure Grace from the skies above
Render me mercy with some love
He is a bass player so true
And heals me throughout with his blues
Will his fine show include white doves
Render me mercy with some love
My love adores his nice tunes
She brings him gifts and fun balloons
Is his music filled with tight hugs
Render me mercy with some love
Master of rendition
My volition not to compromise
Synthesize the power
Never willing just to pantomime
Know it when you see
The genius pouring forward cracking time
None can touch this ice-cold wording
Humble master patron mine
Were Caesar's physique and a psyche imperishable?
Did he gain gifts from sources that were ineligible?
Hadn't all his possessions been from the heavens, rather?
Should he, then, for tributes, bother the son of the father?
Should Jews pay taxes to the Romans? This was their question.
Didn't you, as the infinite, know their foul intention?
If you say, You should give, they would ask you, You knew, Why should
If you say, you should not, you knew you'd be misunderstood.
Pitying on their stubbornness, you called them hypocrites.
Their minds, like a troubled pond, were full of perception splits.
Though descended from heaven, weren't you a human citizen?
They knew that if you wished, you could have been the sovereign.
Give away! Give up! Give back to each one his or her right
In ignorance-filled obstinacy, you said, Do not fight.