Best Testimonies Poems
Sometimes when
nightfalls of summer
feel so cold,
and everything seems dark,
I turn to the heat of
my grandmother’s soup.
Life can exist
within bone China
or simple ceramic textures,
savoring salt and spices,
but when it becomes
bland, we seek
sentimental essences
to ease our yearning.
When watercolor
sunsets break into
warm saffron hues,
I remember her soft
smile that
bestowed hope upon me,
resonating ancient
flavors seasoned
from perfectly peppered
zests of her soul.
Crumbs of
her cuisine seduce
a dull skyline
into gourmet
tamarind twilight,
as the warm touch
of her culinary run
through the hallways
of my childhood home,
like an aromatic
epitome of hand
cooked love,
she sprinkles
ingredients of faith,
marinated in minced
humor,
with lemongrass
and lentil lullabies,
in a heart-shaped
bowl of tom-yum
testimonies.
And now I sit here
reliving a distant
delicacy so close
to the taste buds
of my mind.
I will always crave
for the first course
of my grandmother’s
Friday feast,
served in a tray
of fragrant memoirs,
garnished in laughter,
cultivated with delight,
amidst the wrinkles
that reveal the recipe
to unravel euphoric
tales of her
unforgettable kitchen.
What happens when we die? I really want to know!
I’m getting up in age and am ready for the show!
Religious fundamentalists say things won’t be good
for souls unbaptized or for those not living as they should.
I went to church when younger and followed rules as well,
but I hear discrepancies regarding heaven and hell.
Because I’m not one given to spiritual displays
such as Holy Roller moments, I’m somewhat in a daze!
Testimonies others give confound me even more.
Would God send most to hell if they didn’t know what for?
The Chinese have no preachers. People think so differently
depending on their upbringing; it’s all perplexing me!
And so with fascination, I read books or I hear
of people having NDE’s, which takes away my fear.
Away from Heaven’s lovely light these “dead” souls get yanked back.
Inside their bodies once again, fear’s now a thing they lack!
How marvelous it has to be – to feel within your heart
sensations of that place from which you did not wish to part.
All things regarding after-life and pre-existence too
make me utterly enthralled. I know such things are true.
Too many people have things happen while they’re lying dead
for it to be hallucinations . It’s truth to which they’re led.
Reincarnation also once had been a Christian view.
Astrology ties into this, and that I’ve studied too.
I think the minds of humans are too small to comprehend
the otherworldly things we all will learn of in the end.
Psychics, ghosts, UFO’s, and things like ESP.
What do they mean? How awesome really knowing it would be!
May 24, 2022 for Jeff Kyser's Fascination And Awe Poetry Contest
When the Lord gives His bountiful blessings, the least one can do is be grateful..
An afterlife in heavenly abode awarded
Based on Biblical born-again experience
Christian choruses in choral cadence
Days of delight by delving deep in doctrines
Enriching encounters that encourage me
Friends forever and familial functions
Godly guidance and grand gestures of grace
Helpful homely ambience that holds me up
Insightful intelligent interpretation of images
Joyfulness found with a Just Judge
Keen kinship with the King of Kings
Limitless love of the Lion and the Lamb
Matchless Master's mystical mercies on me
New life necessarily found on the narrow road
Oasis of overflowing opportunities
Pleasant promises on this pilgrimage path
Quiver of qualitative quiescence
Remembrance of Royal righteousness
Succour in the Saviour's sweet snuggles
Tireless teamwork and thankful testimonies
Unswerving unblemished utensil of usefulness
Victorious vessel of value and valour
Watchful warrior with the Word as a weapon
Xtremely xenial with xpectation of xquisiteness
Yearnings of yesterdays and Yuletides
Zealous zest to reach Zion's zenith.
07.15.2020
"The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich, and He addeth no sorrow with it." - Proverbs 10:22
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ." - Ephesians 1:3
You have not experienced things the way I have
Because you are not me.
My tragedies could be your testimonies.
My Egypt may be your promised land.
All of your that girl is crazy stuff. Take it up with the big man.
My struggles are different from yours and God's victory,
For us is grander than what you can see outdoors.
The floors that you may have to spitshine with tears,
Is different from mine. Your breakthrough may occur.
In days and mine may take years.So talk about me inside,
And outdoors. God is diversity and all of us He adores.
I will not knock your struggle because I don't know everything,
About You. So I suggest toward me this is something you
Should not do. If you do God got you. He got me too.
I still love you He does too. You can't knock my hustle.
I came here with a job to do whether I'm employed to the King,
Or something made by made who calls themselves incorporating.
You knock my hustle because you don't know my struggle.
3-24-11
Described as “patriot of patriots” by Mahatma Gandhi
His Words, ‘Give me blood and I shall give you freedom’
Are still ringing in the minds of each and every Indian.
He stood for unqualified Freedom with the use of force
Meaning quite against with Gandhi’s non-violent ways.
Subhas Bose presumed to have died on 18 August 1945
On Taipei Airport in a plane crash but with no evidence.
The mystery of his death and survival haunts the Indians.
The inability of the three commissions to unravel the truth
Spawned umpteen conspiracy theories left people in awe.
First commission visited Japan in 1956 and got testimonies
From army surgeons conducting blood transfusion to Bose
But he succumbed to death on August 18, 1945, at Taipei.
Second commission carried its probe from 1974-78 and
Declared its inability to arrive on any definite conclusion.
The verdict of the third commission was quite amazing
It simply said Bose was dead, but didn’t die in plane crash
How and when? No answer in the absence of any proof.
Concluding report tabled in parliament in May 2006
Declaring that death was staged to facilitate his escape.
And there are lots of evidences showing that he was alive
The first being the soviet angle of Stalin and Molotov
Discussing as to whether Bose should remain in the country.
In 1991 a letter written by him found in the KGB archive
dated 1946 that he had safely reached the then Soviet Union.
And there are conspiracy theories abound on Bose’s death
Allegedly both the Congress leadership and the Government
Afraid of Bose’s possible return to India and his impact
None to stop him to come to power as worshipped by people.
He was posthumously awarded Bharat Ratna in 1992,
A highest civilian award but later withdrawn on the ground
As the Award committee failed to give evidence of his death.
Even the Taiwan Government confirmed of no plane accident
And U.S. Department of State supported the claim of Taiwan.
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Second Place win:
Contest: Unsolved Mysteries by Carolyn Deveonshire
*Inspired and credits to the reports published on the web*
Word of God
Almighty Lord
Testimonies of his word
Everlasting purpose and promise
Rejoice in fulfillment to be pure
He put his hands on a little baby
His thoughts and actions, total impurity
Does things that, to us, are so obscure
The kinds of things no one wants to hear.
His 9 year old son,
To his head- Dad holds a gun-
"Now you do as I say," trying to
convince the frightened boy,
"You'll like it, we're only going to play".
He has found his mark
Breaking into her home,
he planned to embark-
in the middle of night
the coward rapes her in the dark.
She is almost eighty
has always lived in love & safety
A happy life she has always lead
Until he beat her over the head
Spread his seed and disease
leaving her for dead, he simply fled.
Immediately thereafter,
He was caught,
his life now a disaster!
Behind bars they want him,
for "Some kinda social sin."
A sweet talking lawyer
convinced the jury he "had problems"
"No need for prison, sometime in a
Mental hospital"
"Conversion, not conviction."
"After all, most testimonies are
pure fiction."
This is the reality we, as a society,
face every single day.
Forget converting these freaks,
sexual predators - molesters
and child **** geeks.
I say fry 'em all
and let them know what it feels
like to be so helpless, so small.
A. Green
Trafficking
Spiritedly radiating festive cheer
Exuberant along blest hopeful gear
Prevailing with God’s grace, mercy and light
This month ushers us toward celebration delight.
Eagerly greeting our hearts with triumphant merriments
Mirth-filled September exudes jubilant, vibrant moments:
Birthdays of family members bring reunion bliss
Engaging loved ones together in fellowship we can’t miss---
Reminiscing childhood fun along home bonding zest
Fueled with testimonies of faith, attesting we are blest
Also, we have tribute to grandparents on a September Sunday
Leading our footsteps toward upholding wise legacy’s ray.
Let’s welcome September blessings gratefully indeed
Showered by the Lord* with His gifts to share in word and in deed.
*1 Peter 4:10 As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.
September 16, 2024
5th place, "September Falls" Acrostic and Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 9/30/2024
I'm limitless
I can say this because the possibilities are infinite
But whoever said you can be anything you want
Is a liar
The truth is
You can become anything you work for
Strive for, dedicate your blood, sweat and time for
The only limit is where you see the top
I believe trees are living testimonies to the idea of limits
They grow reaching towards the heavens
While staying grounded knowing where their roots lay
If trees were people they would walk confidently
Never fearing to trip on a show lace
When confronted with the world at my feet
The highest point I can imagine at my head
I think a little higher
I smile a little brighter
Because the possibilities are endless
I'm limitless
August 2, 2015 Joshua Beverly
Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion - Jim Rohn
Without meaning, your mind may portray delusion,
so some search for answers to end this illusion.
Is it that simple to cleanse a life from confusion?
When trials subdue the heart into seclusion,
we yearn for a remedy with jasmine infusion,
where the scent of truth is the ultimate conclusion.
Before death calls to offer a final conclusion,
create a loving legacy without delusion.
Combine discipline with affirmation infusion,
where positive aspirations are no illusion.
Let go of wishful thinking when lost in seclusion.
A return to reality will end confusion.
In equality and kindness there's no confusion.
Lennon said; "Make love not war"- a perfect conclusion.
Like a poet left alone in depths of seclusion
release words of sincerity to kill delusion.
When demons arrive to tempt you into illusion,
only a strong soul can resist their foul infusion.
Poor values resemble a weak coffee infusion,
if spirit does not kindle, it leads to confusion.
Why stay asleep, lost in a labyrinth of illusion,
when self-belief is a flawless diamond conclusion.
Why remain trapped in a cocoon of mute delusion,
use your wings to escape from effortless seclusion.
Self - deprecation is a disease in seclusion,
where self - belief blossoms in refreshing infusion.
Self - deception structures puppet strings for delusion.
where a tangled knot patterns a clot of confusion.
When the muse is blocked there's no ink for a conclusion.
You thirst under the heat of a mirage illusion.
Illuminate to glow in rainbow toned illusion,
shimmer like stardust when fate draws you to seclusion.
Firm foundations flourish in a beanstalk conclusion,
like sapphire skies blending in indigo infusion.
Paint a self - portrait where brushstrokes remove confusion,
when the heart is committed there is no delusion.
Will power is like tea leaves and water infusion.
A blend of herbal extracts soothing from confusion.
Honest testimonies keep us safe from delusion.
Praises are for my God, my Protector and Provider
Saviour, Sanctifier, Sustainer by His grace-satisfaction
Ascertainer along truth's approval
Lover with His compassionate leadership
Mover of my faith maneuvered through His miracles.
Powerfully, the Lord propels my service-propped prayer
Settling surely redemption of my soul
Affirming His testimonies' assertions
Listening to my supplications expressed in His light
Mercifully meeting my needs every moment.
Peace my Saviour grants as I stay in His presence
Security around Scriptures' strength
Armor against adversaries and afflictions
Lessons biblically lifted toward building lives
Meaningfulness of my bliss' mirth.
Psalm 106:1 Praise ye the LORD. O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
September 13, 2019
Never forgetting those loud voices
Voices acting as the vehicles of historical antimonies
Antimonies which in themselves are testimonies of ideological betrayal
These conflicting mirages of imagination
Divorcing the empirical from the theoretical
And shouts from the Actions.
Abreast the crest of rejected African egos,
Egos which perhaps are the ‘ethos’ of a ‘timeless’
Pan-Africanism.
An Africanism whose essence has now been,
Destroyed by this phase of
Nihilism.
These self –appointed
Medians of history
Medians fancying themselves as the only mediums of
The historical message,
A message whose true medium is that which
Reaches the ordinary man struck by poverty.
Are indeed medians in as much as they are comedians,
In a comedy whose true heroes are dead.
Even angel whispers
And angel testimonies
Are counted much as nothing
If love brings no harmony
Even heaven’s atmosphere
Will not refresh the soul
If there is no love to offer
Healing to make you whole
Even the song of angels
Will not sooth or calm
If there is no love to heal
There is no other balm
“Love is patient,
love is kind.”
It does not bring
Tears that blind
“It does not envy
It does not boast”
It does not harm those
That it loves most
“It does not dishonor
It is not proud”
It does not shame
It does not cloud
“It keeps no record of wrongs
It always protects”
It does not try to wound
And it most never rejects
“Does not rejoice in evil
But rejoices with the truth”
Does not try to demean
By words that are uncouth
“It always hopes
And it perseveres”
It does not fill
Broken hearts with fears
“Love never fails”
This much I know
Whether real or imagined
Love abates sin's flow
This pure kind of love
Is divine but real
With our stone cold hearts
It's so hard to feel
Angels weep and they sigh
For they SEE love in HIS eyes
The kind of love that never ends
That wears no mask or disguise
If I speak with the tongue of angels
And I know all prophecy
Yet I can’t be forgiving
Of what has been done to me
If I claim to know all mysteries
And yet I fail to comprehend
That humans are prone to err
My love is not heaven sent.
“Now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.” I Corithians 13
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Admonitions well-expressed in verses
maxim or adage that truly blesses
your wise counsels are valuable indeed
like Scripture proverbs my soul rehearses.
With your narratives of faith-propped fervour
along vibrant lesson-filled endeavour
your voice reverberating through poetry
shouts experiences with worthy savour.
Echoing your delightful victories
via testimonies and good stories
your lingering poetic legacy
lives on beyond nostalgic memories.
Thankful am I for your virtue-advice
reminding me of David-Psalms’ great price
precious in exalting name of the Lord*
midst communion in prayer-paradise.
*Deuteronomy 32:3 Because I will publish the name of the LORD: ascribe ye greatness unto our God.
March 15, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (Apr 12)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/12/2021.
We're the worthless one
The world has no place for us
Street is our business
Under bridges is our palace
Palace of laziness
Addressed and mocked by the privileged
We were name without ceremony
Wayward, beggars, lunatic, fool…
Yet they can do without us
We are less privileged but we’re not less important
The fortunate are fortune in chain
Newspapers bear witness of untold wealth
We are materially deformed not mentally deformed
We are agree to be poor for them to be rich
The just shall judge the unjust
There is hope against hope
Our mouth, hand, brain are fertile
There is a hidden talent therein
We are judged by what they see
We worth more than their foresight
Amidst us talent has buttered our bread
Akon, African China, Wande Coal, are our testimonies
At all state we are vital
Poor state we protect their life at our expense
Our talents graze their occasion
We are not worth-less
We are king in the palace of laziness yet busy to entertain
We are beggars yet command your blessing
You need us more than your worth