Best Testifying Poems
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Never in oblivion could I bury
Such upholds my hope for heavenly high
Leaving me with adieu of victory*.
With his legacy of love and faith’s zest
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Testifying God’s blessings of great best
Marked by thanksgiving no one can deny.
His infirmities propped my trust to fly
As I begged for miracle health's fullness…
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Since divine will is eternal wellness.
Midst reminiscence of fatherhood bliss
Valuing heritage money can’t buy
So that next generation will not miss…
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh.
*Isaiah 25:8 He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces…
September 1, 2021
3rd place, "This or That, Vol. 6" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 9/8/2021.
The female onion was crying while on the stand,
testifying agains't the indecent celery man,
saying he was always stalking her to make a raw deal,
claiming she had way too much onion sex appeal,
Watching her at the Sweet Onion Club and following her every night,
he thought her onion dancing was sexy and out of sight,
being a go-go dancer she definitely made the cut,
her onion perfume business being in the rut,
All the russet potato eyes at court were on him,
they all thought they were going to fry slim,
some were baking while some were boiling mad,
you could tell by the looks on their faces that they were mad,
The plum tomato judge got red in the face,
thought the celery stalking her was a big disgrace,
stewing about it along with the dozen jury eggs,
they quickly scrambled to get an over easy verdict read,:
Celery man found guilty for stalking the female onion,
will have to stay away forever from her and her bunions,
and for his punishment will have to watch dvd's all day,
of chef's chopping up celery and using it in various ways.
11-1-16
Amazed with miracle healings of God
Braced am I to minister by His nod
Circumspectly following path He trod...
Doctor of heart heals* by His love’s power
Easing afflictions thru blessings’ shower
Fortifying health welfare to flower...
Guarding soul midst merciful concern’s care
Hoisting spirit toward good service-dare...
Illness inflicted by sins He can cure
Jesus is His name, my Lord and Saviour...
King of Kings, Physician almighty great
Life-Giver of heaven’s excellent rate
My life He does nourish with values' trait...
Nestling I am in His nursing nurture
Offered to exercise service-venture...
Praying to volunteer in reaching-out
Quieting miseries by fighting doubt
Restoring trust's loss with faith's prudent re-route...
Sharing the Gospel of salvation might
Testifying of His redemption-light
Upholding virtues of genuine goodness
Valuing all tasks by His graciousness
Working toward servanthood faithfulness...
Xenial to needy, offering comfort
Yielded I am to His compassion-fort
Zoomed to doing miraculous effort.
*Luke 4:18 The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised.
January 31, 2019
Edited on March 10, 2020
Abecedarian and Rhyme
1st place, "STRAND CHOICE C..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/11/2020.
My pen has frozen
My heart has stop
Time has paused and tears has drop
Men are broken
Women are forsaken
Children are dying
Their bodies are rotting
Cold hearted men your soul has forgotten
That the Lord is coming
Nothing is hidden and all can be forgiven
Cold hearted men trust in the Lord for he
has surely risen
Don’t wait to be imprison
Make a decision to walk among the living testifying
That Jesus is the reason you are still among the living.
I oppress souls…
attacking every heart; exempting even the spirited
now, you’re my prey
yes, you who are despondent
frustrated, and now…
quitting!
Be prudently aware of my presence
hear my mocking, taunting reproach
I challenge you, believer of God...
Yes, you who have been testifying
that your faith is steadfast
face me valiantly---
prevail over my miserable torture!
Rise up and meet me---
where's your courage?
all I see is sighing in despair
along murmur of complaints
loser, I leave you, wallowing in your guilt
and bring to your nook many more
who enjoy pity-party sessions!
Oh, I hear you praying unto the Lord---
may I congratulate you, devoid of hypocrisy
You're now indeed advancing
Toward heavenly championship…
actually, smiting me is never impossible
since vanquishing me is undoubtedly easy
when you trust in God, your ultimate cause of triumph*
against me ---
d-i-s-c-o-u-r-a-g-e-m-e-n-t!
*2Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
July 11, 2020
(Personification in Dramatic Monologue)
1st place, "STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (8)any theme any form" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/12/2020.
The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Held my attention to make it work against rust
Reminding me “I am whom your mother did trust…
To clothe you well from harm of sun, wind and gust.”
Oh, I’m sorry to forget Mom’s tool so great
In crafting masterpiece of excellent rate
That showed her love, care and nurture – never late
While testifying about God midst bad fate.
“The war years seemed like only yesterday…
Great is the Lord* for prevailing in His way
He’s in control and in Him, there’s no delay
Let’s believe Him always.” Good words she would say.
From that wondrous memory emerged hope’s mark
To wake up with faith’s light and courage-spark
So I lay joyous in the Lord’s peace-bulwark
While candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.
*Psalm 145:3 Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.
April 14, 2018
6th place, "One Nine and Sixteen" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley; judged on 5/2/2018.
Featured among Poems of the Week from March 19-25, 2023.
Oh dreaded parasitic predator,
I yield to your flitting whim
and unannounced intrusion.
Innocently productive,
you carry on your quest,
unprovoked and unassuming.
But for your merited renown,
I take preemptive action
testifying to my regard.
The sport of a cautious hunt
prompts instinct and evasion,
no match for a well-aimed swat.
And with your final writhing twitch
I find a kind of sovereign triumph
in my gleeful, gloating grin.
Basically this is true
While she was on a salon queue
For a perfect choice
Later got treated with a perfect choice.
Hiding proof of cheating reason with disappointments
The salon owner uses truth
Advantaging his pen+is spitting
consequences of ******** rain coated
twisting destiny of ink
She ignored promises and swallowed pride
Vomiting Desperation
Trapped in reality fighting consequences
Mistakes accused testifying
Trust was on stake
Maybe karma was a mistake
Waterfalls are not craved to flow on skin of man
Dignity must be maintained from within
That's the basic plan
Insecurities haunted happiness
He wrote this poem while home
but on Facebook
Poetry caused lovers to be undefined
BY: Thabang Kuteng (Spa10)
The time when Juno excruciated was
Due to Salome against the Theban blood,
As many times was shown to be the cause,
Atamante became so insane and crud,
That when his wife with two sons saw
To go on and have both hands full could,
Shouted: “Let us lay nets, so I can draw
The lioness and lion cubs when pass”;
And then he stretched more than one cruel claw,
Catching just the one called Learco, alas,
And revolved and stroke him against a stone;
She then drowned herself with others at last.
And when the godsend lower had then flown
The Trojan height which before had dared all,
So that with his reign the king too was blown,
Sad Ecuba, poor and captive to bawl,
After she saw Polissena was died,
And of hers Polidoro on shore haul
Of sea she gloomy was aware beside,
Frantic then became and barked as a mutt;
That much the pain just made hers mind so tied.
Never Theban or Trojan furies but
Were seen to be with any wild so much,
Not hitting beasts, nor human limbs to cut,
As much as I saw on two faint souls clutch,
Which biting run just quite in the same way
A pork running when the pigsty opens such.
One reached Capocchio, and as to slay
Rapid snapped at his neck, so that, its pull,
Constrained his belly to rub ground and lay.
And the Aretine who remained, trembling full
Told me: “Gianni Schicchi is the sprite,
And goes around treating others as a fool”.
“Oh!”, I told, “if the other won’t bite
Your body, then please try to tell me
Who he is, before he leaves this site”.
And he: ”That the ancient soul has to be
Of wicked Mirra, who in the past became
Lover to hers father, doing love as spree.
She went to sin with him seeking hers aim,
Forging herself in the someone else shape,
As the other one going there, with blame,
To gain the woman grace and then to rape,
Forged himself Buoso Donati guy,
False testifying to the will reshape”.
(continues next)
The extraterrestrial guest and sovereign of blue bloods
and son of the most reverent ancient tribe and octopus’s cousin
you have been setting on emperor’s throne
from early Silur
in yours great ocean capital Ur
since 400 million years ago,
presenting for future
the jet propulsion engine,
you have been the perfect creature
primarily
and marvel of universe
with you timeless shape and rockets like semblance.
You are the worthiest successor
of the dying mankind,
this trick of nature and instant caprice.
Among the human and humanoids
extraterrestrial
who might doubt really
for your right and legitimacy
to the eternal ruling
yours majesty of cephalopods
and blue exelences?
You survived through all calamities and crisis
outlived by Erath in its long history
even falling to planet the greatest asteroids,
hiding himself on the bottom of ocean.
Even in case of the worthiest scenario
If our Globe would have been captured by Black Hole,
the Squid, your majesty, know how climb out
from that gravitational barrel
tossing up his long stretching tentacles
with powerful suckers and pointed teeth at the ends
he know as catch the seismic hubs and anchored them.
So you will able encountered and inhabited
step by step
on his supersensitive and sharp legs
did picturesque by Salvador Dali,
the whole universe.
In her structures and secrets you understand much more
then all our futurists and scientists combed together.
And Mankind from the ancient centures
has suspected in dreams and nightmares
this creatures
as his own most advanced competitor and successor
who will rise for the ruling by Earth once
on the base his truly right,
the coolest quality of his blue blood,
on the priority of birth, immeasurable history
and testifying by heck a long times.
Awesome stars* are art works of the Almighty
Beauteous midst darkness, sparkling bright
Creation masterpieces supremely crafted
Designed perfectly to serve as eyes’ delights.
Extolling the grandeur of divine excellence
Firmament jewels driving astronomic flight
Galaxy ornaments that mystify constellation gazers
Heaven’s wonders are stars** for promises’ hoisting
Influence-compass intensifying travel-impact
Journey-leader to magi searching the King of kings with joy.***
Kindling reality-awakenings for inquisitive kids
Lights are the stars**** along truth-seeking luminescence
Marvels with wisdom-beam midst queries on magic or mystery
Night’s treasures as “diamonds in the sky” bringing wealth nigh
Opening opportunities to dream and soar with optimism.
Potential inspiration and muse source for poetry
Quiet, yet clear witnesses of victims in their justice-quest
Radiant gems to aspiring champions revealing rewards
Steadfast signs are assuring stars***** against skepticism
Testifying about timeless blessed celestial triumph.
Up above they are stars****** reflecting Christ’s glory ultimately
Victorious in asserting faith that vanquishes vain vision
Watchfulness they show, glowing for guided winning
‘Xcellence marks their illumining expertise surpassing any x-ray
Yes, they are shining in the Scriptures today and yon
Zealously gleaming and glaring with enlightenment’s zest.
*Genesis 1:16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
**Genesis 15:5 … Look now toward heaven, and tell the stars, if thou be able to number them…
***Matthew 2:2 Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.
****Jeremiah 31:35 Thus saith the LORD, which giveth … the stars for a light by night
*****Luke 21:25 And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars.
******1Corinthians 15:41 There is … glory of the stars: for one star differeth from another star in glory.
March 18, 2020
“Double Abecedarian”
5th place, "A Star's Heartbeat" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 3/22/2020.
Aware of déjà vu*’s lexical meaningfulness
my cognition strives to respond with truthfulness
toward preaching about God and His goodness
that drives me back toward nostalgic blissfulness---
at the time He gave me life eternal against worthlessness.
Exposed to déjà vu’s intermittent engagement
my heart thanks the Lord for grace-fulfillment
while reminiscing His assured heavenly settlement
in testifying of divine encounter granting blest endowment---
every time I share peace cheers with encouragement.
Confronted with déjà vu’s seemingly enigmatic nature
my soul, ransomed by the Saviour, avoids mystical venture
for the pursuit of effective faith-posture along mental health nurture
propelled by nourishing compassionate gesture---
when at times, I’m beset with bitterness and pride’s torture.
Learning déjà vu’s facets midst psychological insight
my mind praises Christ for wondrous mental faculties’ height
along recollection, remembering and familiarity delight
bursting “already seen” remark yet with uncertainty-blight---
thus, time I have to check toward accuracy that’s right.
Now facing déjà vu’s essence vis-à-vis factual reality
my spirit believes in moment’s functionality along versatility
never an illusion, but proven by experience in its sensibility
especially when dealing with matters of life’s vitality---
since time* is God’s creation, aiding our existence-verity.
*Psalm 31:14-15 But I trusted in thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my God. My times are in thy hand…
February 22, 2023
1st place, "STRAND PREMIER no 1194" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/5/2023.
My GOD, YOU are my life
my existence revolves around YOU
being my breath’s source
the verity-cause of my heart beat…
Here am I humbly exalting YOU with love’s propelling might:
declaring, “Dear GOD, I love YOU so”.
As my life
YOU are my survival’s Bread
granting contentment bliss
beyond sufficiency’s exuberance…
Hear my spirit of fervent devotion YOU deserve:
whispering, “Dear GOD, I love YOU so”.
My life
bearing my soul’s Light of illumining truth radiance
YOU shield me from grievous engulfment
of ignorance-obscurity…
I come to YOU with divine affection, moved by YOUR sublime love:
affirming, “Dear GOD, I love YOU so”.
Life of my essence
YOU are the great Saviour
author of my redemption eternal
freeing me from hell’s wrath forever…
To YOU do I yield my loving esteem that can’t commensurate YOUR sacrifice:
proclaiming, “Dear GOD, I love YOU so.”
Enabling my life
YOU are the good Shepherd
offering to me YOUR grace
packed with pardon toward gratitude…
Indeed, loving YOU along faith that pleases YOU is my best response:
asserting, “Dear GOD, I love YOU so”.
With YOU, my life
fulfillment wraps me
around YOUR compassion wholeness…
Since YOU first loved me…
I’m privileged to love and serve YOU, my LORD GOD, my LIFE:*
testifying, “Dear GOD, I love YOU so”.
*John 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
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.
August 1, 2020
2nd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 20 - Free Verse 3" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 8/4/2020.
Title was changed after poem was judged.
Ten nights abound
With bounties in it
The sincerity of worship
And the submission of a slave
Seeking the mercy of his master.
Ten last nights we crave
Like vigilant watchmen
Yearning for one special night
When the mercy of our Lord
Shall majestically descend on the world.
The last ten nights that abound
The words of our prophet resound
To seek Allah in worship
And seek of Him of His blessings.
The last ten nights of Ramadan
Comes with it a new beginning
And a promise of better days ahead.
Our hearts yearn for this night
In the dark hollows we seek light
And in our silence and pains
We stand firm in obeissance
To our Lord who created man and the Jinns
And the tall mountains looking up at the sky
And the silent seas with fishes
And the wild beasts of the forests.
We shall raise our hands
Testifying to His greatness
We shall come to Him empty
For we know we shall not depart unfilled.
Our Lord His merciful
And to Him is our return.
As the last ten nights abound
Let's seek the night of majesty
To rekindle the flames of worship
And bring to Him our burden loads
And our heavy hearts
Hoping that success shall come our paths
For our resting place
Shall be filled with His grace
In company of the prophet
And of those who strived with him.
The last ten Nights
We pray sleep depart our sights
As we yearn for the booties
To carry on our worldly duties
Propelled to accomplish my heart’s desire
through God with His wisdom that does inspire
I thank Him for granting great fulfillment
enabling me to write till I retire.
As church resident poet, by Christ’s grace
called to publish* His wondrous perfect ways
testifying of His love’s opulence
I’m grateful for His truth-anchoring brace.
Yearning constantly for gracious milestone
my steps ascend toward achievement zone
while I trust the Lord, my sovereign Guide
leading me to higher ground where I’ve grown.
In my bucket list of prayer quests zest
there’s one already answered, and I’m blest
since poems are now posted on global site**
edifying fellows midst faith earnest.
With this privilege of stirring God’s gift
striving to offer others divine lift
my spirit basks in worship’s peaceful bliss
expressing freedom of soul midst praise drift.
*Deuteronomy 32:3 Because I will publish the name of the LORD: ascribe ye greatness unto our God.
**Poetry Soup
November 20, 2020
1st place, "What Have You Kicked Off On Your Bucket List" Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 12/5/2020.