Best Testifies Poems
My Lord is my reliance, sole
He claimed a body that a mother scorned
His termoil testifies me whole
His spirit has me not forlorn
Yet satan deigns to me instruct
My every path must he obstruct
With a ruthless tongue
He devices wrong
And counts upon my every fault
Every virtue to assult
And so I seek my death with zeal
My death like hidden goods I seek
A broken temple bears my sovereign's seal
Son of David mild and meek.
Jesus heal me who am weak.
Each new day elucidates the night
bringing shadows, allusions, forth to clear
the angst of shattered memory and fright,
opening eyes once shut with nighttime fear.
Each new day illuminates the mind
brushing aside the cobwebs caused by age,
sending feelers out to search and align
with an expanding universal stage.
Each new day testifies to the endlessness
of life within the spin and weave of time;
the immortal Eye extrudes largesse
reel in each floral scent, each kiss, sublime.
All praise the majesty, the all seeing Eye
which returns to us a new day at sunrise.
7/12/14
As I sit here our lives about to begin
Drinking all your natural beauty in
Pulled in close to your beautiful grin
Not sure where we start to begin
Both of us reborn again
So that our lives
Would not be burdened with sin
Together he is built-in
When our hearts are forged in him
As we fall in love time and again
Where we can hardly take it all in
Because our love will always
Be living in the wind
Maintaining these feelings
Stuck on high
A love like ours that testifies
To our hearts that magnify
These delightful moments that pacify
The sunlight that dances on high
That makes our souls touch the sky
Where God shines like a bright star
Into the night
That makes all our tomorrows fly just right
So that our future will be so bright
When our love reaches new heights
So all the fear disappears
When the Lord whispers nothing but
Good cheer throughout the rest of our years
Written: May 05, 2024, For Jaymee Thomas Contest
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Incessant ticking of timepieces,
reverberating clatter of a mallet in motion,
the whole thing testifies to an illusion.
Time,
only a delusion
Its sole goal is to decay and degrade,
the surplus is as worthless as our frail cells
Inward metamorphosis is what truly entices.
There will be a sunrise
once you cease to exist,
but fodder for maggots.
Yet,
from their perspective,
your remains,
provide a sustenance for survival,
their growth,
and their eventual ascension
perspective,
an invaluable commodity,
yet,
stay ignorant of two sides of a coin.
tales spun from our ignorance abyss.
Is love a reality or a falsehood in society?
a tether to maintain their focus,
how can they hinder their whims?
what else might motivate them to squander
indulgences such as candies or blooms?
leverage of greenery,
similar to the cost of water,
twisted nature repulses my senses.
Being a societal outcast,
do I not deserve an ample resolution?
at the pinnacle of my tale,
will I be restrained with shackles?
due to repugnant acts of cruelty,
your detested species has wrought
on my turbulent figure?
Ignite your wake pyre,
should you require a tan?
Once again
“Man”
Fails
A faulty miscarriage of stanzas and exhaled anomalies,
“Man” withers
Unto a Shakespearean passing
“Man” testifies
Verbal precedence above cedar scented opinions
While providing expired empathy to their disfigured reflection
Oh, how their insolent pride glimmers
Similar to Cubic Zirconium weddings
Oh, how their “manhood”
Falsely supplicates
For even “thicker” pride
Another daftly implored lie
“Man” inhales pompous remorse,
Gripping rusted axe on toxicant bosom,
Declaring knighthood upon ignorant crowd
Another verse of celebrated memories,
Sabotaged
Because
“Man”
Remains glued to authoritative eras of yesterday,
With forcefully dimpled “smile”
Unable
To surgically remove equilibrium's paralysis
…
But, humanity shall resurrect
Against demoted seer
To declare that this tide of “man”
Does not
Belong here
©Drake J. Eszes
This once majestic creature - its form
now a dried hide stretched over mutilated bones.
As defenseless in death, as it was in life,
its tusks hacked from its noble skull.
Its ear rests serenely on its shoulder
among dead sticks the carcass testifies
to the barbarity of evil men
front legs folded back where it heaved in agony-
gave its last breath to vile humanity.
Who can explain to children, the reality of
their storybook elephants or zoo friends?
Out in the wild places, even when protected
they succumb to greed and avarice.
Someday the spaces of Africa will be filled
with extinction.
4/7/2016
For Silent Ones
Images that make you think - #2
3rd Place
These lovely plants, trees, shrubs
Thrive the year around with their
Constant coloring and aura of most
Majestic “Deep Greenness” which
Testifies powerfully to the symbol
Of life that they portend in all of
Mother Nature’s varied seasonal
Weather conditions especially in
Winter as the snowflakes fall both
Cold and White the Evergreen is there
With its trademark glory of green
Signifying continuous life renewal
As the Cold White Snow falls on the
Ground and prepares our next Earthly
Transition to the new calendar year
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(December 9, 2014) (Verse poetic format)
Let the sun gaze upon your wonder,
As the ray portrays your complexion,
As the light illuminates your beauty,
And the vitamins accrue in your temple.
Let the wind blow your glamorous hair,
As you sway it from side to side lee to wards,
Like the acacia trees in the meadows of the Mediterranean,
Like the tall rainforest trees that send be-rays into the soil.
Let the earth melt in your beauty,
The sun freeze in your presence,
The galaxy decreases due to the envy feeling deep within,
The fact remains you’re a creation that testifies time.
A relic that will be treasured for eternity,
Never be stored for the rich swayed for the famous,
No wealth to befit neither a king nor a queen can entice thee,
Only put in a museum to be regarded as a priceless antique.
The curves upon your hips the shape upon your body
The strides upon you peacock, the cat upon your walk
You’re a marvel that needs no definition but imagination
Let no man ,woman, animal, spirit or ancestors say a word.
For the only true word that will hail you magnificent is…….
Though endings soon arrest litigious wrongs,
Injustice stains without impunity,
When who I’d rather share romantic songs,
Declares to God abhorrent thoughts on me;
In days from now when Marci testifies,
That evil lurks in me, a violent man,
She’ll have to look directly in my eyes,
Where she’ll see tears that still don’t understand.
My case is strong and lacks no confidence,
For truth determines judgment’s final rule,
But justice overturns by consequence,
That comes when soulmates end their vicious duel.
I know my only choice was one to fight,
But how can love on trial make matters right?
You know what I want:
sweet love prompted lust
It's not fueled by greed
but cushioned in trust
A need to connect
Forget what's not right
It happens right here
when day enters night
It happens just when
you come to possess
All else disappears
with tender caress
A sphere of delight
brought on by your kiss
the ripples expand
and bear me to bliss
it happens just when
you thunder in me
sensors scintillate
you set this girl free
You know what I need
your smile tells me so
my eyes take a shine,
my body a glow
I'm yours, for your love
Seeps deep in my core
This rhyme testifies:
It's you I adore!
Eileen Manassian
“Blessed by God, I share His blessings.”
My Philosophy Statement at Work
Blessed* so well by God
I am indeed humbly grateful
thus, my best and utmost response
is to share His b l e s s i n g s with others.
Truly blessed by the Saviour through His love
my ransomed s o u l, praise-filled
testifies about His redemption
freely offered to me.
Blessed abundantly by the Lord
my blissful heart, in earnest worship
seeks first His kingdom and righteousness
declaring salvation G o s p e l that g r a n t s eternal l i f e.
Always blessed by the Father with pardon for confessed sins
my guilt-free conscience claims His assured sanctification
while I yield to His control toward faith’s good works
extending kindness, showing His grace.
Blessed awesomely with precious family
my relationship experiences are worthy treasures
great home partnership among Dad, Mom and siblings
produces fruits of fellowships and friendships beyond kinship.
Surely blessed by Christ toward heavenly abode forever and ever
I keep on praying that I would be a clean vessel of His gifts
a privileged ready conduit for His kingdom advancement
while volunteering myself in life-building pursuits.
Blessed ceaselessly by the Holy Spirit
along His guidance and wisdom sought for
my commitment to stay in His light --- He enables
for me to speak and write of the hope He brings with His peace.
Triumphantly blessed by the Almighty, Source of my very being
I live for HIM, rendering** faithful stewardship-servitude
evidenced through sincere ministerial pursuits
reaching-out with His compassion.
*Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ
**Psalm 116:12 What shall I render unto the LORD for all his benefits toward me?
November 2, 2021
9th place, "Your Own Philosophy Statement" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 11/4/2021.
Maxim #7:
REALITY
Slowly but surely
Patience testifies
Leon Enriquez
14 February 2015
Singapore
The price was worth it, so it seemed;
It was right and not a penny more.
Here the clock will sit, here it will count
Its days - round and round its hands
Will spin – metered by its spirit within.
Embedded in its mahogany tomb
And gilded by an exacting eye
Only seldom will you hear it cry
With the hours that amble by.
Atop the clock’s mantle green
Within a parapet of stone
There you’ll see a sailing ship
With wooden masts and ivory sails
Pitching to and fro against an angry sea
Heralding the arrival of each anticipated eve.
Standing on the shoreline resolute and sworn,
A gilded sailor wields a rope
To lasso those who mourn;
He offers to them the strand of hope.
A stone wall crumbles across the sea,
A fortuitous port of call reveals
How brief life’s glory can be
As it makes its unwary fall.
The golden wreath of life eternal
Surrounds the clock’s face
To show assuredly our victory
Over death’s dark embrace.
Descending sea serpents sinuously wind
Beside the timeless garland shrine
To gather at a feast of shells
Mingled with some flailing scales;
Even in the depths of shadows,
This mahogany tomb yields its enslaved
To the resurrection of the saved.
Gilded tulips etched in a circle
Atop the clock’s opulent base
Testifies to the supernal foundation
Of Christ’s unchanging grace.
Though just a clock, it’s slightly more
As you gaze deeper into its obvious lure;
Where some things are as they seem,
Others hold to a different scheme.
I believe that with faith in God, nothing is impossible.*
This anchors my dream certainly devoid of disillusion...
Full of hope, I pray for a miracle
as the Lord favors according to His plan
or if He in His sovereign wisdom approves, in His time.
In my dream... this scenario is vividly captured:
Waking me from my sweet slumber is my dear son
with his eloquent “Good morning, mommy” greetings…
Pulling me from bed, he props my hands for fervent prayer-gesture
and then he communes with God, talking to Him sincerely
seemingly oblivious of my presence.
Then he reaches the Bible and reads expressively
the third chapter of Proverbs, stressing verses 5 and 6,
“Trust in the LORD with all thine heart;
and lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”
To my delight, he fixes himself up, not anymore seeking my aid
for his hygienic endeavors, and in eating his meals.
He enjoys school activities and church fellowships
as he testifies gladly about his accomplishments
concluding with “God is good to me.”
Indeed, God is gracious
for the wondrous might He has wrought
in our special child who is diagnosed
with global developmental delay.
Stricken with cerebral palsy, he cannot walk;
though he is now nine years old.
He struggles everyday
to communicate with others.
Now, fully awakened to reality’s truth,
I thank God for enabling me to trust Him fully.
As a volunteer social worker in our church orphanage
I cherish God’s fortification of my faith
while rearing and raising up,
nourishing and nurturing our special child...
with love from the Lord.
*Mark 10:27 "And Jesus looking upon them saith, With men it is impossible, but not with God: for with God all things are possible."
Revised on February 18, 2019
2nd place, "I Dreamed a Dream" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 2/20/2019.
Flashing a smile
with words to inspire
brimmed with intelligence
begging for reverence
testifies to a will
that sees to its instill
will be whipped to and fro
by the non believers, trying so
to annihilate it all,
the demons in the dark
who know well your heart
and its deepest desires
seeking to set them afire
that all you have done
in one moment you're undone
can crash it all down to null.
You can try to cover it up
but it all comes out eventually
to laugh sarcastically
at your pretty face, gone pale
your soul now tainted,
your believers feeling deceived
shattered in their reprieve.
Yet they remember the gifts
they can't forget your spirit
they can't forget the love
they felt for you who
brimmed with intelligence
begging for reverence
You who taught them
about loving life
with a flash of a smile
and words to inspire.
© 09.27.12