Best Surmounted Poems
Amidst great ocean of life --- voyaging
I’m blest with the Lord’s granted fellowship
partnership-bliss in faithful stewardship…
Captain is Christ by His love’s engaging.
Along life's trip, I've learned Bible ships’ facts
attesting the Creator’s supreme hand
working by His omnipotent command
assuring sweet peace from evil attacks.
With God’s sovereign design, notable
Noah’s Ark in Genesis does prevail
as Earth’s first ship fulfilling divine sail
to preserve creation, grandly noble.
As a floating zoo against water might
Almighty-propelled vessel was haven
for animals while showers poured from heaven
bound Noah’s family with home’s delight.
One sea-vessel expressed by the Scriptures
showed baby Moses on his gracious trip
handled by the omniscient Father’s grip
the buoyant basket wrought great adventures.
Victorious ship in the Old Testament
surmounted grievous horrible tempest
when Prophet Jonah passed obedience test
admitting guilt for pardon fulfillment.
The greatest was the ship* of Jesus Christ
encountering numerous miracles
with the Saviour calming all debacles
by His truth and guidance, mercy-sufficed.
In this journey toward eternity
sailing with my Captain in reaching-out
as fisher of men midst soulwinning bout
I’m safe in His friendship of grace-bounty.
*Mark 5:21 And when Jesus was passed over again by ship unto the other side, much people gathered unto him: and he was nigh unto the sea.
November 7, 2021
4th place, "A Noteworthy Ship" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 11/11/2021.
Glorious human race!
Monstrous machines
unto globe thou place.
Surpassed grandeur,
overwhelmed with grace;
Heaven's territories
thou subdue 'nd embrace;
Surmounted all mysteries,
summits and space.
Yet, thy mightiness,
perfection never pace;
Tiniest Coronavirus,
fail thou to face!
"We flow like rivers through innumerable birth and rebirth until we achieve salvation" by Author
River of my life, flowing incessantly since it left the sea...
Initially I thought I will chalk out the route only to realise i must follow the path laid out by wind and terrains
Sometimes the roads are smooth and easy but many times there are obstacles to be surmounted
I trudge alone weary and tired desperately needing a rest but I must go on until I reach the ocean
People hurl garage on me. I started out clean, now I am dirty, polluted.
At times I lash out in anger through flood and tsunami, they get scared and stop for a while only to start again.
I have no choice but to endure it all.
Terrain is rough and hard, people around insensitive and selfish but I must go on for I have to reach the ocean
Until then I cannot rest
Often benevolent God takes me up and sends me back pure and clean.
Once down the whole process starts all over again.
I trudge alone along the winding up and downs of life without a pause for I am destined to move on until I reach the ocean.
8th March 2021
Submitted to :
Contest Name :Life's Struggles- any form - Updated
Sponsor : Constance La France
Contest Winner - 1st position
I lost my spelling and grandma checker
I am an idea roving iround inside on me heade
The lanquagees of today our so misread
why if y go back some yeers in the hundrads
the language was all different , aint that a bummer?
All the errors of times leng ago
the all surmounted to the rooles of now for shoow
we evlove wes do, of this I am sore
I love words even from distance shores
grandma would shoot me, make their be it kno doubt
Dis poem was written by a grammerless lout
Note: Posted a Blog on the same topic!!!
Today we celebrate peace
Remembering how it was won
The many hearts that grieve
For freedom is all we want
Salute the national flag Liberians
Sing aloud the Lonestar forever
Sing aloud the national anthem
We are the custodians of Liberia's heritage
Ours is the home of kindness
The land where ships anchor with our forefathers
Once torn apart by ignorance and a tomfoolery war
With hope we strive to rebuild it together
Surviving unrelenting strife
Rainfall of misery on our lives
Alas, ignorance too come with a price
It surmounted patriotism and morality
170 with a little to show
Only our indelible past chanted by the waves of the Pacific
Pausing our heartbeat for the innocents we lost
A sad day when anarchism won for sure
All hail Liberia hail
This glorious land of liberty
Together we sing with plangency
Regardless the impediment we'll prevail
Two teachers were given this precious gift, with your guiding hands.
One daughter they named Mali and she has all your lesson plans.
To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised.
This gauntlet that was posed and run is a testament of their praise.
They have surmounted each obstacle and hurdle that was made.
With fear and doubt they have fought so, she won't be dismayed.
Lets pray, a long life for this child, breathing this earths fresh air
Creating a deafening echo from all of us repeating the same prayer
I'm seeking a miracle for two teachers, a parents simple request
Mali wins life after BMT, defeating Hurlers Syndrome, is my request
That these two children grow together to live a long and happy life
Would be Grandpa's wish for his Christmas, in this world of strife
Wondrous to be alive
Grateful for God's grace
Surmounted by His love
15 word love poem challenge
Fascinated with butterflies, he is charmed by these creatures' freedom-flight. My child, secured in his wheelchair delightfully grips yellow crayon. Along creativity challenge, he pursues artwork schedule while struggling against spastic restlessness... Soon with glee-filled countenance, championing his thumbs-up trademark devoid of bashful gesture he shows me his masterpiece: a glowing butterfly radiant in yellow he has painstakingly colored…
Witnessing his gracious achievement of gradual milestones, I'm thankful for God-wrought* remarkable changes, notable indications that he is “educable.” Why so? He was diagnosed to “progress toward retrogression” by his pediatrician more than a decade ago... (We then learned that she left earth, but that was another story.)
Yes, I’m beholding actual metamorphosis toward joyous fulfillment. With faith in the Sovereign’s miracle, I envision my boy in his functional zest like a butterfly that has surmounted infantile epilepsy --- now becoming triumphant over “global developmental delay.”
*Psalm 92:4 For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
July 3, 2020
Edited on October 2, 2022
2nd place, "Chapter 1" Narrative Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri; judged on 11/1/2022.
Viewing the crucifixion scene capturing my soul
I'm glued to the vital character bearing the painting's essence
Staring at His image, my mind is gripped with Scripture verses
Unraveling momentous event in history - spiritual and miraculous
Asserting biblical Christianity's glorious message
Lauding compassion's omnipotence wrought by the Almighty Father.
Overwhelmed with gratefulness, I'm moved to worship...
Facing the beauty of the Lamb of God, I exclaim:
Crucified slaughtered Saviour, Jesus Christ the Lord
Redeemer and Deliverer, He vanquished death’s sting.
Unwavering in His sacrifice, offering Himself willingly
Calvary’s Hill He surmounted toward eternal victory’s height.
Infinite pardon He declared along “Father, forgive them” plea
Freeing hell-bound sinners from iniquities’ wages.
Immutable truth obscurity cannot hide
Expressing “I am the way, the truth, and the Life”
Dearly He paid the price to ransom me from condemnation’s verdict.
Seeing my Saviour in His suffering state, yet triumphant stature
Awakens my spiritual fervor, anchored by His love...
Vouching me verily, renewing my vow to live for Him.
Imparted with His divine nature, I’m illumined...
Overtaken by service-opportunities from selfishness’ grip
Upheld to exercise my faith midst strengthened heart
Revived to testify “I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live…”
Today, I put my faith in You, dear Jesus Christ. You died, were buried and resurrected to give me everlasting salvation. I trust and believe that only YOU can give me eternal life. Forgive me for my sins. Thanks so much for your love, and for assuring me heaven.
*Matthew 27:33-50; Mark 15:33-39; Luke 23:33-47; John 19:17-37.
**Galatians 2:20 “I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.”
Ekphrasis in Acrostic form
February 15, 2019
7th place, "Final Call Of NAs Your Most Meaningful One" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Chantelle Ann Cooke; judged on 10/8/2020.
In My Twilight
When leaves of time had fallen
And mountain tops had shed its snow
When forest greens and birds have perched
I shall read my book in bedtime glow
I shall open pages as I always did
Reminiscing life’s peak and ebb,
How I surmounted the foibles and seek,
The person in me, with faint smile on cheek
Alone I shall play a harp
Read and write without regard
Codicils I’ll make to put just beside
To find as a lark, of a child wide-eyed
As I go with the bleak sunlight
To join the stars and moon at night
Hiding my face beyond the hills
I shall say to myself, “This Life is a Feat”.
The ragged precipice surmounted,
he stands, leaning forward, looking down
into nature's yawning rictus—
pondering flight without wings.
Restlessness in being,
he’s come unhinged in time
whose moments intertwine,
leaving him indifferent to his age.
Neither older than yesterday
nor younger than tomorrow,
life's review passes. Reaching out his arms,
he jumps...and simply floats away.
"Praise ye the LORD. O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever." Psalm 106:1 of the King James Bible*
“He will progress toward retrogression…”
oh, gloomy tidings --- verily heart breaking news
I was confronted with, more than a decade ago
announced by a pediatrician neurologist.
“… Retrogression…”
every day, I kept defying said medical prophecy
not that I was in denial of our special child’s condition
but was anxious his infantile spasm epilepsy would be fatal.
“… Toward retrogression…”
such reverberated, intensifying my angst
every time I beheld his restlessness
propelling his fatigue before going to sleep.
“… Progress toward retrogression…”
yes, I questioned diagnosis with mixed emotions
as fear swelled over courage, striving to prevail
yet, faith in God surmounted my motherly qualms.
“… Will progress toward retrogression…”
nonetheless, the Lord with His miraculous mercy and might
worked along our loving nurture midst supplication-filled care
in the orphanage that serves as his home and family.
“He will progress toward retrogression…”
that was then (2010); and so saddening
since the doctor whose assertion is now being nullified, died (in 2018)---
could not behold and rejoice for our child’s development.
Today, our son is showing remarkable progress
marked with gratefulness, peace, and joy
while in sign language he prays and worships---
---expressing that the Almighty is good*.
February 6, 2021
3rd place, "A Meaningful Poem" Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/26/2021.
Perhaps my spring could have been without frost,
if I had let intuition make the rightful decision:
being adventurous, never fearing the unknown,
but afraid of taking any risk, all chances were lost.
Another dilemma stood in every laid-out plan,
uncertainty hindered me to go beyond fear;
and staying idle so surmounted by indecision,
nothing changed my tomorrow not too clear.
These painful setbacks have caused endless regrets,
loves not sought and cradled, memorable events missed;
my outlook seemed serene, but inside everything exploded...
the joyful days were few, then came those thundering storms.
Was there a more powerful force suppressing my strength,
denying me the joys and pleasures I longed for all youth?
Whom should I blame: me or others? Life or fate?
All I am carrying inside is bitterness and hate.
Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Alone On Limb, So Scared
Lost The Skill To Fly
& Will To Live or Try
(Watch The Raindrops Cry)
Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
O' Have You Not Heard?
The Wind's Song Sung For You? ...
Across The Sky It Blew
(Lifting Higher Hopes Anew)
Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
ONE, Calling You Has Cared
Keeps You Safe From Harm
Caressed & Sheltered From The Storms
(Your Broken-Heart-Wing Form)
Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Be Not Dismal Nor Deterred
If On Harsh Land, You're Grounded
JAH Will Float You On Faith Well-Founded
(in Aerial-Miracles Heaven's Son Surmounted)
Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Beauty-Vision Be Not Blurred
If Confined To Empty-Nests
Take Twigs of Time To Conquer Tests
(and Let Broken-Heart-Wing Rest)
... Gain Strength, Wisdom & Wit
Eagle-Span, Horizon's Width
Let Beating In Breast Be Stirred
Get Better, Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
(GOD's Tree of Life For You Is Shared)
Stretch Your Feathers To The Sun
"Trust" Is A Light-Flight, Bidding "Come!"
and Love Is The Soaring, Wonder-Word
That Heals All Broken-Heart-Wing Birds
(Even From Death's Cages - We're Set Free & Spurred)
So Find Those Behind Dark Bars & Buried
Tell Aviaries Everywhere How You Were Carried!
Upon The Path - Straight & Narrow
Thru Your Single, Sorrow-Arrow
(as A Broken-Heart-Wing Sparrow) ...
'Til The Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Could Soar Again - Superb! ...
Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/08/2012
by: MoonBee Canady
Self-flagellated sinuses
Sandpaper swallowing
Sinuous snot surmounted sneezes
Strange sultry speech sounds sexy
Stupid sickness
Saturdays should be savored.