Best Self Willed Poems
Often wondering is it a steak upon Our Plates that is important...
Perhaps a Hot-dog instead and more Money for a healing deportment.
To feed a Child that is suffering or very ill and extremely sick.
We ask often comfortably what often makes the wealthy tick?
As We read on The Internet that there are Children out there just wanting Bread.
The Children eating grass is in an Article that was just as this is read...
My Heart torn open,wrenched,concerned and burning with anguish inside.
My Own Home stemless, poor, and uncomfortably We reside...
Wishing We could just reach threw a T.V. Set to give a helping hand...
Just to pass Our Dinner to a child in a taunted hemmed Land.
My passion so large, words so strong, and My Pocket very small.
Never standing in the right position in Life to answer as Children call.
There are Children in Our World that are just eating grass.
Under seemly so by My feelings of disrepair as I pass My Own grasp...
This stench of Many Self willed that preform as Our stanza has not surpassed.
To reach for You now is more then an unbearable weep to comprehend.
A World filling up with Starvation and Our Children in it left to descend.
To reach for You now is an unbearable decision not yet made.
The Children Eating Grass just wore Me thin and They paid.
Sometime wishing I could just rob and empty an entire vault.
That Decision would cost Me greatly so I resort to prayer that will never fault.
To Be trusted with just This Message where I sit and grieve.
When Encounters of Love yet to occur and never to beckon Evil that is deceived.
By Charlene L.Wilcox 09-29-2014
Categories:
self willed, abuse, care, character, conflict,
Form:
Couplet
Lord, thank You for saving…
…my condemned life that was bound to hell
By Your grace, excelling compassionately well
With Your redemption* so that in heaven I can surely dwell
Transforming me from rebelliousness thru the Gospel!
Lord, thank You for rescuing…
…my sinful soul from the lake of fire
By Your love, fulfilling the perfect sacrifice You did require
With Your pardon acquitting me from penalty of sin’s mire
Making me Your child, tamed by Your kindness that doesn’t expire!
Lord, thank You for winning…
…my arrogant nature from filthiness
By Your mercy, vanquishing evil and wickedness
With Your justification for my righteousness
Enabling me to strive for holiness!
Lord, thank You for prevailing over…
…my vain faith in false religion
By Your Scriptures, rebuking every idolatrous region
With Your truths to free me from abomination’s dungeon
Snatching me from the devil’s deceiving legion!
Lord, thank You for converting…
…my deceitful heart midst pride’s deadly cost
By Your humility, reaching out to the lost
With Your power and might of the Holy Ghost
Leading me to submit to You, serving with my best and utmost!
Lord, thank You for cleansing…
…my self-willed personality from carnality’s impurity
By Your sanctification, purging every worldliness, and vanity
With Your purification from any iniquity
Blessing me in obeying Your authority!
Lord, thank You for driving…
…my uncertain future to Your direction from terrible disaster
By Your omniscience, controlling all events as the Master
With Your victory against tribulation's setter
Guiding me to aspire for Christ-like character!
*1Corinthians 1:30 But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption.
August 7, 2018
5th place, "Feral" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin; judged on 8/10/2018.
Categories:
self willed, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Ode
Man is a jumble of contradictions,
I know, a hard nut to crack!
So unfathomable, so mysterious-
at once a Satan and an angel.
To the outer world I am someone.
But in the well-guarded cellars of my privacy
aren’t I different~
hiding my innards to light, as every other man?
Am I not a masked player in life’s pantomime?
At times, I feel so proud,
excessively in love with my own image,
like Narcissus, the poor hunter boy
fated by gods to languish
on the bank of a pond,
over his own floating image!
However, with all my strength within,
do I not feel as helpless as Prometheus bound,
waiting for a Hercules to come
and save me from my plight.
If Prometheus’ bondage was God willed,
mine is self- willed…!
Is the difference so very crucial?
Sometimes I feel I am Janus,
looking backward and forward
into my past and my future,
never living in the present.
Or am I more a Sisyphus,
eternally rolling a rock over to the cliff
from where it keeps falling down?
Sometimes I wonder,
amid great splendor, do I not starve
like Tantalus of Greece in the pool,
beneath the tree, with the low- lying branches of fruits
constantly eluding his grasp,
and the water, ever receding before
he could take a drink!
As a poet, how I wish I could
equate myself with Calliope,
carving my mind on the wax tablet
with stylus, my pen and coloring it with my fancy.
Or Orpheus, so skilled in music
that with my sad musings,
I can make even Hades, weep
and the rocks to fall in line!
I shudder to be a Medusa,
turning everyone to a stone
with my sinister glance!
Instead, I want to be one of the Graces
and never one among the Gorgons.
Pitched in this gallery
of strange mythological entities,
I wonder how I appear to others
with all my multiplicities
of character and identity!
Categories:
self willed, confusion, identity, irony,
Form:
Free verse
Slow motion memories.
Street lit like a movie set,
outside the dance hall.
Muffler-less cars,
full throttle, then eerily quiet.
Self willed machines idling along the street,
flooding the night; flashing eyeballs,
headlining teenage girls.
A sashaying crush; glancing, giggling,
disdainful in stinging beehives,
plastic jackets, high gloss paint and oily pants.
Cruising crass flash
false virility in high gloss paint.
James Dean on Sunset Strip.
Hands on the stick shift; giving themselves the gears.
skinny boys glancing in the mirror, where dice and kewpie dolls hang,
squinting at astigmatisms of Steve McQueen on hunk steroids.
Nervous to fingered combs slink through their hair,
checking out the rear end drive,
outside the dance hall on a Friday night.
A curly haired boy,
red faced brother of my best friend, never owned a car,
pushes forward in the street,
to talk with sister and friends.
Asked a girl for a kiss.
Too easily dismissed.
In the science lab; class dismissed.
Counters gleam grade A sterility.
Chemicals stare coldly from spotless beakers.
Put his mouth over the gas jet.
A curly haired boy,
going nowhere on a Friday afternoon.
Categories:
self willed, angst, dance, death of
Form:
Free verse
Life is much bigger than I imagined it could be,
There is more beyond the horizon of Hope through my Faith.
I am Uniquely made as seen by the different shades of me
With the out -bursting of colors depicting a side that some
May never know - happy and gay, rejoicing, celebrating, funny,
hilarious, witty, caring, loving, appreciative, satisfied.
Strong of character but often self-willed, and usually turn the "other
Cheek" too.
Reminiscing on good things in bygone days and share
Experiences, direct and indirect which propels the renewal of thoughts
of what could still be done,
By using learned knowledge and skills in other ways, I
Create, evolve, develop and initiate whatever God directs me to do.
I cannot imagine how vast a prospect God's Purpose is for me,
But I do remember that Life is much bigger than I imagine it could be!
So, I regurgitate past achievements to Capture the color and mix,
To be a fit in Society's go-getting World!
Emulating the Lord when He asked: "Who do men say that I am"?
I use the gift of penmanship to excavate what got hidden inside of me.
I endeavor to search deep within and skillfully share in philosophy,
Humanity, nature, emphatic for emotional and physical pain.
Look deep into my soul and glimpse what God sees
Simplicity does not mean "Walk All Over Me."
My pen gliding over the page as I write, can tell from images
"Painted" the true quality of me.
It establishes a "blueprint" like in the DNA when mRnA transforms
And transcribes " messages". So like the pens of Poets I opt to portray
The best of me, striving for that Perfect point to be
Released through the "window" of expertise that God loaned me.
God too is engaged in poetry as some Psalms of David show.
Like Reverse Mortgages He loans gifts and talents by beginning from the
first to the last. Thus, his subjects display talents with youth and taper
off with age.
Even switching from skill to skill, the "blueprint" is the same DNA.
What I develop, evolve or initiate, the background is the same!
Categories:
self willed, blessing, courage, devotion, faith,
Form:
Prose
There is a garden in every child
And every child a landscape to be filled
In every dream grows the orchid wild
In every infant the sweet self-willed
What will you plant happily today
What will you reap sadly tomorrow
How ling will the lily fragrance stay
Who will dig and plough it, and harrow?
There is a garden in every child
In every dream grows the orchid wild.
Categories:
self willed, childhood, dream, dream, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
Have the inner ability to let All the damaged goods go...
Consider it was just a dream You can't change and still know.
Move away from that moment for The True skill is just to Learn.
Pray that God takes away the bad and leaves You a positive turn.
If You can not handle the load just scrape a bit off Your Plate.
Letting go just means Your making Room for Dessert not Hate.
Letting go means God is Your helper instead of a self-willed pleas.
It is getting down with You soul and hitting Your Knees.
Remember You have nothing until You forgive Yourself first.
Woe is You acting cool in Your pathway of ignorant curse.
Get down and get dormant like You are the One You deceive.
Act like Your a door nob and God has the entire key to receive.
Follow a dream,a wish,and better yet a Star.
Realize Your not alone ever and God is not Far.
Stop building Your Own Prison in Your Mind.
The Bars of reality where the Prison is not blind or kind.
Let Go and Let God is not easy for Any of Us do...
Experience Your inner self until Thine Own Self Be True.
Realizing God thought of You when He made Your mold.
Exercising His Wisdom as You grow grey, old, and bold.
For every treasure chest We worry is carried.
As for Home well that just where You stand in Your prairie.
A Forgiveness for Your Soul shows Us that Mercy is alive.
Just by letting Go and knowing God has arrived.
By Charlene L.Wilcox 03-25-2015
Categories:
self willed, addiction, beautiful, blessing, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Life has been given me
more times than truth would dare,
Death has passed by
less often than once.
You say symmetry, symmetry
prevails around here!
I beg to differ,
the inanimate is not to fear.
Love knows no kind or state
of mind
where thoughts in line
perpetuate the logic of time
but only lives in the knowledge
that nothing perpetuates itself
except itself.
To bear fruit
is to feel the geometry of syntax
in the movements
of self-willed digits.
Yet the semantics of my heart
is to divine
the course of my fingers
riding into
the horizon of your skin.
I hear the noises
that contaminate
the streets and suburbs
of man’s blueprints and plans
but only the rhythms of your heart
channelling love’s winds of joy
make it into the soul of my land.
Categories:
self willed, love,
Form:
Free verse
Fate looks similar to a self-willed woman
She always gently come to you
Clinging to your shoulder when depressed
And remaining silence if smugness you have!
She is always willing with you
And never bother to follow you up
She may be an ordinary countryside flower
And could also behave akin to an elegant girl
She always set the rhythm on your life
Making you chose the pain or joyous unable
Categories:
self willed, emotions, fate, humanity, woman,
Form:
Elegiac Lyric
Seeking God* is great since it brings me spiritual revival...
He graciously wrought changes in my life by His grand arrival
He assured me salvation from hell’s condemnation and sinful survival
Giving me life eternal, assuring me heavenly and divine upheaval.
Communing with God is a special event to me constantly...
As He reminds me to live by faith continuously
And leads me through His Word of truth ceaselessly
So I can obey Him, relying on His faithful ways confidently.
Meeting God is grand moment, as He shows me His loving kindness...
Healing my soul’s affliction with His forgiveness
Clearing my blurred vision thru His wisdom’s enlightening brightness
Caring for me, lifting me from my weakness.
Drawing near God is vital while I trust the power of His might...
Smiting my arrogance in my submission to His sovereignty’s height
Reproving me of my disobedience to bring me to what’s right
Upholding me in His strength so that I can always walk in His light.
Fellowshipping with God is remarkable, making me Spirit-filled...
While He talks to me in prayer that causes me to be soul-stilled
He deals with me by His precepts, correcting my being self-willed
So I can delight in Him fully – living for Him, so divinely-thrilled.
Abiding in God is a wondrous time toward divine winning...
To bring the lost to the Savior Who can rescue them from sinning
To fulfill my part for the Great Commission along His consistent training
And help build lives for His glory with His love, constraining.
Togetherness with God is necessary so I can overcome temptation...
Despite offenses, my Father works for my character-transformation
Amidst troubles, my Comforter cheers me, with His joy and compassion
In my struggles, my Lord fights for me, along His peace and protection.
*Psalm 63:1-2 O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is; To see thy power and thy glory, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary.
April 30, 2018
Categories:
self willed, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
The long wait at the veranda
when will the lovely face appear
the window bars are familiar
enclosed by the grip of the long fingers
delving into the soft cheeks tender
She does not ventures out at all
a prisoner withing the walls
self-willed or by force of elders
no inkling of mystery under wraps
There is no way to forget
the gravitation pull all around
like the stones hurtling down
unstoppable in their momentum
The imagination creates an image
of stunning features of delicacy
a desire to act with chivalry
to save the damsel with alacrity
Categories:
self willed, beauty, daughter, desire, girl,
Form:
Romanticism
Despite my fatal transgression and sinfulness
God redeemed me fully from hell-fire and guilt’s trace
Thru His vicarious death showing great love and grace.
Worshipful, l exult in His priceless goodness*!
At times, I know I disobey God consciously
Yet, out of His precious compassion’s opulence
He grants me complete pardon of peace-prevalence.
Grateful, I trust His goodness-bounty constantly!
With my self-willed haughtiness’ stubborn reaction
Creating a chasm wide away from my God…
He still reaches out to me with His mercy’s nod.
Humbled, I submit to His goodness’ direction.
Even if I try to depart from God’s design
Which is actually called spiritual mockery
His divine impetus pulls me to victory.
Repentant, I seek His goodness, saying “I’m Thine.”
Midst my silken vanity and carnality
God gives faith; frees me from worldly entanglement
To adorn me with virtue-laden ornament.
Blessed, I serve Him by His goodness’ purity.
*Isaiah 63:7 I will mention the lovingkindnesses of the LORD, and the praises of the LORD, according to all that the LORD hath bestowed on us, and the great goodness toward the house of Israel, which he hath bestowed on them according to his mercies, and according to the multitude of his lovingkindnesses.
August 17, 2018
4th Place, Eight word challenge-8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Judged on 9/3/2018
Categories:
self willed, appreciation, blessing, faith, god,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
God be thanked for my spiritual revival
He graciously wrought in my life by His grand arrival
When He saved me from hell’s damnation and sinful survival
Granting me life eternal, assuring me heavenly and divine upheaval.
God be thanked for my revival constantly
As He reminds me to live by faith continuously
And leads me through His Word of truth ceaselessly
So I can abide in Him, relying on His faithful ways confidently.
God be thanked for my revival by His loving kindness
Healing my carnality-afflicted blindness with His forgiveness
Clearing my blurred vision thru His wisdom’s enlightening brightness
Caring for me with His compassion, uplifting me from me from my weakness.
God be thanked for His revival in the power of His might
Smiting my arrogance to submit to His sovereignty’s height
Reproving me of my disobedience to bring me to what’s right
Upholding me in His strength so that I can always walk in His light.
God be thanked for my revival, making me Spirit-filled
While He meets me in prayer that causes me to be soul-stilled
He deals with me by His precepts, correcting my being self-willed
So I can submit to Him fully, loving and living for Him, so blessedly-thrilled.
God be thanked for my revival as He enables me to go soulwining
To bring the lost to the Savior Who can transform them from sinning
To fulfil my part for the Great Commission along His consistent training
And help build lives for His glory thru His church, with His love, constraining.
God be thanked for my revival subduing Satan’s temptation
Despite offences, my Father works for my character-transformation
Amidst troubles, my Comforter* cheers me, with His joy and compassion
In my struggles, my Lord fights for me, granting me His peace and protection.
*Isaiah 51:3 For the LORD shall comfort Zion: he will comfort all her waste places...
October 27, 2018
Categories:
self willed, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
“…I have loved thee with an everlasting love:
therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.”*
With such compassion-filled assertion,
the Supreme Lover assured me His unconditional love
along His grace, mercy, forgiveness and peace
despite of who I was: tenaciously stubborn and self-willed
midst my human nature’s vanities, flaws, imperfections
even though by divine perspective, I was utterly worthless.
“How unfathomable” was my reaction
Marked by vehement refusal...
…Making the story incomplete.
“…I have loved thee with an everlasting love:
therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.”
Again, such truth reverberated---reaching my heart
Expressed by the sovereign Source and Author of love
With His goodness, provisions and wisdom
Subduing my self-righteousness, arrogance, loftiness
Vanquishing my skepticism, doubts, apprehensions
Conquering my sinfulness, guilt, shame…
“How sacrificing” was my response...
Moved by faith He has granted,
I trusted Him – my Savior…
...Making the love story complete!
*Jeremiah 31:3 The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.
July 20, 2018
1st place, "Standard Contest No. 105" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/28/2018.
Categories:
self willed, blessing, encouraging, faith, inspirational,
Form:
Ballad
How finely tuned this world the great machine
Precise: its programme code, and never changing
Immutable equations writ Boolean
Determine every nuance of arranging
The scene before my eye showed clear mutation
Dull Green and brown to bright and glistening white
The signal for this magic transformation
A predetermined level Fahrenheit
Yet there’s another factor to this drama
With impact more self-willed and variegated
That may drive this abundant diorama
I speak of life: each form reiterated
Regardless of the source from whence it came
Life creates fields, partakes in the great game
Categories:
self willed, life,
Form:
Sonnet