Best Resurrected Poems
I am the someone in no one
I am the beginning and the end
I am the alpha and omega
I am your true best friend
I am not here nor there
I am that I am
I am the son of my father
I am the lion I am the lamb
I am the you in the me
I am the all in all things
I am the one that shows you love
I am the king of all kings
I am forever forgiving
I am the one that gives you sight
I am at the right hand of my father
I am the way I am the light.
April.01.2019
Rising of the Son
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
During a solitary December blizzard in a Himalayan monastery-- a storyteller's humming enchants me. A distant moonlit snowflake blazes melodious stories, with no listeners, sprinkling rhythms in universe only for pilgrims seeking them. Faith lights up my immortal muse.
Under gleaming snow
flames of my muse resurrect;
survive life's blizzards
~~A memoir from my journey
May 31, 2020
Rhymes And Reasons Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
~Winner: Honorable Mention
So close to death in Winter's cold embrace
Within a frozen dream I lie below
A pristine eiderdown of fallen snow
Where ice has formed in patterns of white lace
That hold me now suspended in this place
Until again I hear the water flow
When dawn is broken by a Rooster's crow
As your warm breath is felt upon my face
When you dear Spring arrive on Angel's wings
And melt this spell that Winter has on me
Than I, your Mother Earth, will rise again
Revitalized by all the love you bring
To bloom in all the glory I can be
A sea of blossoms drenched in heaven's rain
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
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When hunchbacked skulls drip of shrapnel stains
Of raked life quilted with torn-out noises,
Watery clay defrosts past maimed pains
As silk skies reap a smudge of roses
Of raked life quilted with torn-out noises
How shells tremble to resurrect flesh,
As silk skies reap a smudge of roses
Birthing ligaments meeting frail breath
How shells tremble to resurrect flesh
Watery clay defrosts past maimed pains,
Birthing ligaments meeting frail breath
When hunchbacked skulls drip of murky stains
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Such chiffon night in serenade’s hue;
Littered with stars, orchestrating songs
Awakened bones form in spiral blue,
Stretching eyes grow frocked bodies of dawns
Littered with stars, orchestrating songs
Another sequel of twilight’s flight,
Stretching eyes grow frocked bodies of dawns
A white mist shimmers fermented light
Another sequel of twilight’s flight
Awakened bones form in spiral blue,
A white mist shimmers fermented light
Such chiffon night, in serenade’s hue
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Resurrected Son, Jesus Christ, my Lord*
Earnestly brightens scriptural Easter...
Saviour rose from crucifixion's burial
Uplifting redemption's glorious radiance
Reviving me with eternal life's glow
Rejuvenating my soul midst truth-light
Empowering for joyous worship's praise
Creating in me grateful servant-heart
Triumphing over my sin and guilt's sting
Enabling me for faithful stewardship
Driving my reaching-out pursuits with love.
Jesus, risen Son is King Almighty
Easter's message of hope's iridescence
Saving me surely from death and grave's grip
Upholding my faith thru His omnipotence
Securing and sustaining me forever!
I thank You, dear God for Your love, sending to me Your Son Jesus Christ to be my Saviour. Thank You, dear Jesus, for dying on the cross, being buried, and rising again to save me from hell, granting me eternal life. It is my prayer that everyone and all as You said in Your Word will come to repentance and trust You. Enable them to put their faith in You while repenting of their sins. Thank You, Holy Spirit, for enlightening us that only Jesus Christ can save us, and satisfy our soul. Amen.
*John 11:25 Jesus said..., I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
April 5, 2019
6th place, "Rising of the Son" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 4/21/2019.
This is featured in the book, PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world. Paperback – November 27, 2020 by Arczis (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
Losing you, rescued my spirit.
Like a Phoenix rising from ashes,
I caught fire from all the second chances.
I spread my wings and fly
A mystic flight of oblivion
and only lingering embers of saudade.
The signs of passion are poker faced.
I spend my nights in deathly ardor
Digging deep into the muffled dreams
That cry for forgiveness..
I take a puff of the cigar,
And pant quietly, with tears in my eyes
The sullen kisses and the fake good-byes…
The roses dried with my breath,
I fancied love, but God forbade:
The smiles that played hide-and-seek,
Bore my frowns away..
From every stranger who touched my hand,
Promised the plight to neverland;
I mocked my pain and lived to die
In the arms of pity..
The sounds of passion were tricked to silence.
I spend my hours in muted rhythms
Searching more for the truth that lied..
And warned to conquer forgiveness
I take a sip from the liquor’s trench
And let myself go astray
Wished I had died that day..
The violins cry with my voice
I seek to change the devil’s choice
The tears that stoked my conscience
Have found its place in mystery dens
They wander to deliver the day’s omens
I mocked my pain and lived to die
In the arms of serenity
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RESURRECTED FROM THE BLOOD
I had quite a sinful life, of it I’m oft ashamed,
And I often tried my very best so many things to blame.
Not a father close to me, or things that folks would say,
Friends who came along in life to help me on that way.
Thinking I enjoyed the thrill in all those many deeds,
Paying no attention to the fruit that it might breed.
Then one day came face to face with a disturbing truth:
I could not remember of that day when I was just a youth
I was supposed to trust in Christ, put all my trust in Him,
And through His blood be throughly cleansed of all my awful sin.
And so I came that special day and called upon His name,
And trusted Him as Savior then to cleanse my life of shame.
Have I lived perfect since that day? No, not by any means!
I resurrect sins from the blood too many times, it seems.
It’s not enough that I just fall into the devil’s snares,
It seems that I would rather dwell and talk about it there.
So not so very long ago the sinful life became
Discussion with a stranger who said I take too much blame.
Those things you did were not so bad, they were of God’s design
And somewhere in them I am sure His will you’ll surely find.
Now I look back on foolish days I rambled on again
About so many times of life, so many sordid sins.
Yes, resurrected from the blood—in the week of victory
When I’m supposed to celebrate the cross of Calvary!
Well, now I’m sorry for it all, for I must ever live
In victory knowing of God’s grace, so willing to forgive.
Not saying sin should just abound, though, but to ever strive
To live in victory in His strength because He is alive!
He resurrected from the blood He shed that day for me—
May I, dear Lord, come out alive and live each day for THEE!
Enclosed in eggshell
darkness
trembles the earth
aghast
mouth of rocks
cracked sighing
veil of temple
ripped up
tempest of fear
has scattered
wavering faith
of disciples
at the foot
of the Cross
are grieving
Mary
with few others
believing
flames in the
distance
from abyss
screeching
and howling
with glee
pouncing their win
over Christ
the Light
they think deceased
they can now
spread evil
with ease
from His Light
not having
to flee
eggshell
cracks open
third day
splendor of Risen
lights up
heaven and earth
and disciples
return with Him
to sup
rejoice lovers of love
sing
spring birds
His song
ring bells of the sky
Angels
with trumpet
and lyre
rejoice for truly
is risen
His blood our sins
has forgiven
all believers
united rejoice
with His Father
has united us
in love
and the Spirit
in the glory of
their joy
Fourth Place Winner: Brian Strand-Premiere 1457-3/30/26
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-Your Choice N -4/13/25
Tenth Place Winner: Regina McIntosh-Easter-3/25/24
Second Place: Regina McIntosh-Easter Contest-4/8/23of the cross
In depth, in graves of memory
I brought my rose of peace
If you live on within my heart
Your life will never cease
Is earthen vase, in layers of time
Living as we breathe
Then layer by layer this living climb
Memories' sword of light unsheathed
In memory, I wield it
It shines within my hands
No longer memories grave I sit
Cutting through time's misty lands
Now you are here with me
Funny, joyful, full of life
Alive as you can be
Before sorrowed tears and strife
Amidst my turbulence of youth
Felling vain Philosophies wisdoms
You Shared with me the truth
A King beyond earth's kingdoms.
Your lovely eyes shown brightly
As sharing with me hope
Your weilded sword held tightly
That Light helped you to cope
In depth, beyond Grave memory
Resurrected rose of peace
Vibrant you, within my heart
Your life will never cease
Though living in my heart
You walk on Heaven's shore
We're really not that far apart
Closer than
In days of yore
was so upset and mixed up
the web of emotions so complex
my heart sobbed and tears dried
my mind numbed and pretty well froze
I was aimless and anchorless wandering
feeling down and out and at a future bleak
you came in like fresh breeze scented and cool
you held me soft cradeled and cosily warm and safe
I squirmed for warmth and you blew in a hot ballast
warming me so well and comfortable in al pores and ways
you spew love that overflowed thoug you were so unsure
I grabbed all that you strew in my direction like an orphan
and continued the genrous take
till one fine day I heard and saw
for sure and dead sure
that you had come
from a hurt
recent
a bad one and so curt.
I adore the rebuilding energy that you possess...you regenerated mine and we are
resurrected.
"Jesus wept"
The smallest verse in the Bible
"Jesus wept"
knowing he would die
Jesus longed for their support
yet his disciples slept
Jesus knew the future
You will deny me
Three times before the roster crows
Jesus went to his death
knowing he would die
Gods will be done
God incarnate
willing to suffer
for our sins
a God of love
That gave his life for us
without sin
his punishment was unjust
his reward
Is our redemption
given the right to forgive our sins
the doors are open to us
we get into heaven through his love
against violence
he stopped his disciple
drawing a sword to defend him
stating "get behind me Satan"
Violence belongs
in the domain of the devil
Love God with all your strength
love thy neighbour as thy self
The father, the Son and the holy Ghost
is only one God
call him Allah Call him Jehovah
call him the great white father
Call him what ever you want
yet in truth he created the world
he created the virgin birth
to give us a miracle
To prove that he was our God
feeding one hundred and forty thousand people
bringing the dead back to life
proving he was our God so we could believe
putting his thoughts in a body
the word of God into a man
suffering for us
to show us the path to love
The old testament is about laws
to create the peace
Jesus was about attitudes
to create the peace
Resurrected he walked up into the heavens
our God waiting for us to grow up
waiting for us to overcome suffering
and stop the violence
Think not that I came to create the peace
I came to bring you thoughts
that will turn brother against brother
and make a better world
Jesus Was Resurrected
Remember when Jesus was resurrected,
As His Father commanded and directed;
God is His Guide;
Nothing to hide;
Back in heaven both of them are connected.
Jim Horn
A kitten
Living in a discarded box
November
grease covers his pink paws.
Under my sister's deck.
I stood shivering
on the permafrost.
So thin
fur matted from the dirt
Remember
a bus ride home.
hiding under my coat.
Poetic Form: Heptastich
I am
Aphrodite...
yielded from sea lather
and reached the shores of Cyprus on
a scallop's shell, symbol
of womanhood
and birth
I am
Aphrodite...
Homer sourced me as a
girl by Zeus and sea nymph, Dione,
and aphrodisiac
had influenced
my name
I am
Aphrodite...
a cause and effect for
incessant eyes aroused crusade
facing our guarded Mount
Olympus high
above
I am
Aphrodite...
unceasing prayers heard
by mere boldness and a taste test
from each sweeten apple
will direct me
to you
I am
Aphrodite...
petitions in the air
float endlessly, plucked graciously
by ivory doves to
be delivered
to me
I am
Aphrodite...
where I will recognize
you daily upon your first glance
into some looking-glass
beholding my
essence
I am
Aphrodite...
Olympian goddess
of love, beauty, procreation
also, satisfaction,
your every need
answered.