Best Toward Poems
As We Look Toward The Sky
Zillions of specs in our vast universe, and
You, our amazing Earth, are among them!
Xanadu! For sure, we're blessed! We are here
With mysteries, deep and unknown in this
Vastness of cosmos that spreads endlessly,
Under which we exist, thrive and progress.
Thank God for our Earth, planets and stars!
Sometimes, impossible to understand—
Relating to puzzles of life, space and time—
Questions and answers, to why we are here
Pertaining to the relevance of all that's out there.
Of course when we think about the beyond,
Now, as creatures of Earth, we do wonder if
Millions of light years away are there those
Likely to gaze at their own skies; do they have
Knowledge of earthlings—we live and are here?
Justly, they have their own suns and moons—
It's not too farfetched a fact to surmise.
How and when will wanted answers explain
Great questions about our mystical space?
Forever and always is our deep wish to know.
Entwined with this endless, vast cosmic space, we
Dream of solving the mysteries that are
Called to our minds as we look toward the sky—
Bejeweled with magnificent shining stars—
And fathom the meaning of our Universe.
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Contest: First Ever ZYX Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 10/14/2015
Toward God and His way to assured salvation
…affirming eternal power of regeneration
…asserting priceless redemption
…awakening through miraculous new creation…
His believers are we, trusting Him for our transformation!
Toward God by His Word that resounds His tender mercy
…refreshing souls with divine loving kindness and clemency
…rejuvenating spirits yearning for contentment sufficiency
…rekindling faith’s fervent fervency…
His followers are we, practicing His statutes’ policy!
Toward God Who grants pardon’s blissfulness
…directing us to confess our sinfulness
…demanding the need for worshipful earnestness
…disciplining disobedience through His righteousness...
His converts are we, casting to Him our haughtiness!
Toward God anchoring steadfastness upon His standard
…increasing effectiveness of each faithful steward
…insuring the diligent certainty of labour’s reward
…invigorating hope to keep on marching forward...
His servants are we, ushering the lost to His safeguard!
Toward God while walking along paths of wisdom
…bringing us to wondrousness of heavenly kingdom
…bracing our genuine altruism against selfish martyrdom
…beautifying character with patience midst spiritual boredom…
His seekers are we, triumphing in His truth-propped freedom!
Toward God as He leads us to His heart
…laying His perfect will upon our footsteps against temptation dart
…lightening vision to behold majestic eternity’s rampart
…lifting pursuits, surpassing worldly vanity start…
His learners are we, persevering to fulfill our devotion’s best part!
Toward God, admitting human flaws beseeching strength for rectitude
…satisfying our nourished well-being to exercise attitude of gratitude
…sanctifying conscience by wise admonitions surmounting vain platitude
…saturating us with His peace around prayer solitude…
His children are we, growing by grace for good testimony altitude!
*2Peter 3:18 But grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and for ever. Amen.
April 12, 2021
4th place, "Where are we Headed" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 4/23/2021.
Bouncing up with gratitude
my heart leaps midst jubilant beat
rising to praise God* for His blessings
overtaking me this New Year.
Propelled by the Holy Ghost
my faith strides steadfastly
ascending along trust’s push
to triumph midst obstacles.
Advancing the Saviour’s kingdom
my spirit promotes righteousness
surmounting hatred with His forgiveness
gripped by love’s transforming drive.
Plunging in prayer to overcome gripping selfishness
my soul serves the Lord with His might
reaching-out to others in compassion
lifting the needy, propped by care’s zest.
Vanquishing skeptic doubts
my mind hurls negative thoughts
to prevail through Scriptures’ assurance
and zoom toward worship bliss.
Empowered by Christ Who leads
my life accelerates in His control
since He upholds me by His grace
hoisting me from sin-downfall.
*Psalm 86:12 I will praise thee, O Lord my God, with all my heart: and I will glorify thy name for evermore.
January 3, 2020
Honorable Mention, "Jump" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sheri Fresonke Harper; judged on 1/24/2020.
New ambient light taking hold of that which was once darkened by time.
New thoughts eluding desires and all answers to the questions at hand.
Laminated emotions taking the places of the empty spaces inside the mind.
Feel the love from behind the reinforced glass? Didn’t think it was possible.
Now the age of reasoning comes into play, now is the time for deep thought.
The devil calls for pain, in waves that crash on this body like water on rock.
No visible damage but over time it wears it down to nothing, little by little.
Plunging into the deep end surrounding the mind and clouding the vision.
Breathing is impossible, gasping for air only brings water into the lungs.
This feels like dying. This feels like numbing. This feels better than living.
Let me tell you, what we're hoping for? ?
Man's new tomorrow.
And let me tell you, what we're shooting toward?
We're shooting toward, our final frontier.
Shoot toward the stars.
Shoot toward eternity.
Shoot toward the stars.
Shoot toward a new tomorrow.
Shoot toward the stars.
Shoot toward eternity.
Shoot toward the stars.
Shoot toward a new tomorrow..
Let me tell you, what we're heading for? ?
A universal galaxy.
And let me tell you, why we're heading there?
Man's final frontier.
Shoot toward the stars.
Shoot toward eternity.
Shoot toward the stars.
Shoot toward a new tomorrow.
Shoot toward the stars.
Shoot toward eternity.
Shoot toward the stars.
Shoot toward a new tomorrow.
Let me tell you, why we're going there?
To find a new place to live.
And let me tell you, what we want it for?
Man's new tomorrow.
And let me tell you, what we're shooting toward?
We're shooting toward, our final frontier.
Shoot toward the stars.
Shoot toward eternity.
Shoot toward the stars.
Shoot toward a new tomorrow.
Shoot toward the stars.
Shoot toward eternity.
Shoot toward the stars.
Shoot toward a new tomorrow..
Shooting Stars Song Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1984,2015..ALL Rights Reserved.
Walk toward me, my love.
Take my hand in your own.
Close your eyes for a moment.
Pretend we're alone
Raise my fingers to your lips.
Let them rest there and feel,
Your breath on their tips,
What your kisses reveal.
Just for a moment,
It's only we two
Lost in our passion,
Kindling love anew.
Near the ground
here at home in the west
A separate territory,
a hymn
to
the sea and
the sky
The eye catches
drifting clouds ~
as
gloss images
with lace
from grandma's time
20/08/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
I
wet cat impaled on telegraph poles
serrated ashbrown fur
tinged with flinting silver
a mirror blue
cut by guitar strings on a shining plate
bathed in molten evening shine
jet streaks through pylon barrage
windshield wipers’ hemicircular swipe
dry cat’s crusty baguette fur
ashen edges of rapidfire cirrus
pylons stalk the sky
and catch the wipers in the eye
II
horses purr in the cat’s geule
carriages trot through veins of pomp
hounds howl in pinewood packs
fountains spurt warrior sperms
over-stuffed regalia golden-tressed coiffures
wrap scalp and skin in scented sweat
coachmen backfire trussed up in perches
perfumed eminences speed to trysts
III
The Sun-King illumines long dead VISTA galaxies
The Hall of Mirrors reveberates secret oaths
Lights dim as Le Notre adjusts tropical palm vats
The parvenu Corsican struts on depraved genes
IV
wipers peer through moving fingers
pylons jetstreak high-wire noon
Marie Antoinette drivels at Fresnes
The gilded streaming sun dances on fitful time
Glints through slithering interstitial space
Am I driving or am I driven in a cariole.
© T. Wignesan, October 29, 1986, Paris (Revised)
From: T. Wignesan
Copyright ©: T. Wignesan 1992 - October 29, 1986 [from the collection : back to background material, 1993]
"All time comes to an end.
Eternity is a matter discussed quietly among the flawed,
in an earnest effort to find peace.
There is none, there never was, in the dead man’s march.
Only His grace can buy the price of even the most
… unworthy soul.
All that come to know Him, will know Him forever.
All that say they will not…
are lying to themselves.
They already know that, too. "
Cognizant of such, we thank God for enabling our faith to know Him
as the Holy Spirit exposed our sinfulness we did earnestly admit.
Repenting, we trusted Christ to be accepted by the Father
believing that He won’t cast those who come to Him…
Thus, with His imputed righteousness, we’re now justified
His grace ransomed our worthless souls securing our march toward heaven.
Enjoying vibrant relationship with Him, blissful peace engulfs us
in the midst of a defiled, turbulent world awaiting His judgment...
We reach out to others along love's joy, before time comes to an end
commencing eternity* marked by the Lord's sovereign timetable.
*First ten lines are from the poem, “Judgment” posted on November 3, 2019 by a poet friend, ANN FOSTER, who started in the PS on June 1, 2019.
**Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
November 12, 2019
1st place, "Introduction by Collaboration" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 11/14/2019.
October 27 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 12-13
Key Verse – Luke 12:21 So is he that layeth up treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ENABLING US
TO BE RICH TOWARD HIM
Praise be to God for enabling us to be rich toward Him:
Laying treasures in heaven
Leaving troubles of helplessness
Loving Him with His triumphant hope
Lighting testimony of health’s happiness
Living for Him with thanksgiving by His hoisting
Luke 12:42-43 Praise be to the Lord for helping us
to be His blessed servants:
Delighting in His work while worshipping Him along His wonders
Deciding according to His Word against wicked worldliness
Depending on His direction midst His watchfulness
Doing His will and discerning His ways
Dealing well by His wisdom
Luke 13:13 Praise be to the Saviour
for straightening us so we can glorify Him and:
Grow by His grace
Glow in His goodness
Give through His generosity
Go along His greatness-grandeur
Gear-up toward His guided governance. Amen!
October 27, 2024
(for Rod Nichols)
Oh, there’s a campfire up ahead
In the smoky darkness of night,
That holds the hopes and things we dread
As we go riding toward the light.
Those wagon wheels just keep spinning,
And all our life’s but one wild ride;
Our end is but the beginning
As we let all our dark thoughts slide.
And when the warmth of youth expires
As all our years of living pass,
We seek the wisdom of campfires
Amid gold mesas and green grass.
But then we gathered by your fire
And shared our words of bygone days;
Raw hands and poets in your hire,
Lost in the prairie’s pulsing haze.
And as we watched you drink that joe
And fling away the final drop,
We know that soon we all must go
To gallop skies that never stop.
Yet, there was much you had to do
To make sure you had left a mark,
And though you knew you’re never through,
You lit a light within our dark.
Yes, still we sit around fire flame
And now reflect on things we’ve done;
Knowing our ends are all the same,
As we recall your glints of sun.
There’s still a campfire for the crew
As we now drift in glowing night;
Yet, you left far more than you knew
As we go riding toward the light.
August 15 Scripture Meditations Based on Daniel 4-6
Key Verse – Daniel 4:2 I thought it good to shew the signs and wonders that the high God hath wrought toward me.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR WHAT YOU’VE WROUGHT TOWARD ME
Thank You for what You’ve wrought toward me in terms of my salvation
From a sinner, slain in iniquities’ destruction...
So wonderful it is for my redemption
Together with my eternal adoption.
Thank You for what You’ve wrought toward me in terms of my forgiveness
From a rebel, condemned to hell’s awfulness...
So gracious it is for my righteousness
Together with my divine blessedness.
Thank You for what You’ve wrought toward me in terms of my spirituality
Though a transgressor, devoid of holiness’ purity…
So powerful it is for my Christianity
Together with my assured security.
Thank You for what You’ve wrought toward me in terms of my development
Though a fool, in need of wisdom’s fulfillment…
So helpful it is for my faith-advancement
Together with my heavenly involvement.
Thank You for what You’ve wrought toward me in terms of my testimony-light
Though a skeptic, blinded against spiritual sight…
So enriching it is for my conversion delight
Together with my supplication-plight.
Thank You for what You’ve wrought toward me in terms of my perspective
Though a humanist, sensitive against Scriptures’ imperative…
So transforming it is for my sanctification, surely positive
Together with my biblical directive.
Thank You for what You’ve wrought toward me in terms of my victory
Though a nobody, worthy of fury’s misery…
So triumphant it is since I put my faith in the Gospel story
Together with my service, advancing righteousness’ territory.
August 15, 2022
in this illusion where everything
is a competition
just one of many continuations
of our separation
while your dreams taste like tears
tearing through the rooted soil of your soul
protect the seed of your spirit
trust in yourself and grow
remaining in the now
reflecting
the prize we've won
notice the blooming notes
writing notes in the wind with tones
embracing the trees canopies in meshed music
dancing to lovely chords as the clouds lower cords
braided by bouquets blooming on cascades of compassion
I am the compass
come pass
on in
through
then beyond
fascinating the facets
unable to fathom
the immense
intensity
of infinity
inviting the energy
of eternity
ensuring the safety
of serenity
returning memories
waving hello in waves rippling
in the riptide that successfully tied
sight to the blind
now opening the blinds
emitting thyme
in the hourglass
glazed over
with time
trapped at the threshold
of tinselephants
sagaciously
shining
morse coded
smiles
reciprocating rapid
remnants of raptures river
raking the rain into a rake using reiki
I might not have materialistic wealth
no longer a rake hanging
from the rungs
you've yet to climb
are you ok down there???
wisps of fog
in the treetops
...almost home
Screaming writhing violent
uncontrollable spasms of abandonment
immediately followed her (like Mary's lamb)
where e'er she went
verbal communication attempt didst rent
ear piercing outpouring
barrage heard clearly by vested gent,
a bajillion miles away e'en
stymying the likes of Lois Lane, Clark Kent
or special ABC letter writ agent,
when aforementioned younger daughter
raged day and night without abatement
soon after our baby's birth
agonizing distress self evident
when bundle of joy became a toddler,
which ordinary concomitent
expectant joyful milestones
hoop fully attendant
with hypothetical offspring
aurally learning oral rudiment
basis of language skill
with instructional accouterment
mastering native tongue
celebratory breakthru achievement
acquiring brisk command of lingua franca
easily excelling telly
tubby "FAKE" accent
gibberish with cogent
encoded development coaxed ability
regarding divine acknowledgement
pertaining to obvious delayed development,
when dada decried disabled
doc's "NON FAKE"
dupe forced mine abhorrent
realization upon crestfallen papa,
that our precious progeny
requisite remedial requirement
versed here, viz poetic abridgement
thee youngest of
(deux) daughters afflicted
at young age initial
general consensus genetic accident
engendered ambiguous diagnosis,
cuz forming words absent
purportedly linkedin with
high functioning autism
spurred self blame abutment,
sans cognitive fluke (most
likely inherited) malady immediate adherent
parental duty entailed, promoted
vouchsafed, et cetera
lifelong intervention convert,
a blessed webbed accompaniment
decades later nearly wrought total abolishment
whereat now grown year old lass
defied wildest predictions, adjustment
witnessed thee cherished apple of my eye
metamorphosed since early adolescent
to secure part time employment
attending Bend, Oregon Community College
and coordinating advancement,
where Shana Punim secured plane ticket
and took to friendly skies to my amazement!