Best Triumphing Poems
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.
Purposeful thought leaders, empowering intellect they reign,
In disposition phlegmatic, indifferent to pleasure or pain,
Rejecting emotions vain, impassive within taciturn domain,
Questing for mindful contentment, virtues of reason ordain.
Missives tolling of rectitude, emanate from heart and mind,
Guiding sanctity of awareness, wisdom virtuous aligned,
Maximizing positive thoughts, amplifying tendencies kind,
Of knowledge and understanding, spirits tranquil designed.
Freeing from distress, achieving balance in purity sublime,
Reverberating in noble song of life, echoing through time,
Strumming happiness, where refrain of reason is prime,
Where goodwill of speech, and actions benevolent rhyme.
Enlightened people find harmony in realms of self-control
Overcoming disturbances that in silhouettes of past troll,
Vying aspirations of tomorrow, enamored in sanctity of soul,
Consciously shedding negativity, passions imprudent extol.
Volatility of perturbed life calms, embracing thoughts divine,
As sapient ways of erudite mind, on arc of cognition shine,
Triumphing over negative vibes as dissonant distractions decline
When goals of reason and acts of virtue inextricably entwine.
Never could Christmas mourning grip my heart
Since Christ in His birth* sealed me by His love
Granting me eternal life thru faith-start
With blessings and peace from heaven above.
Christmas mourning has been vanquished by God
When He filled with grace my futility
That was caused by materialism’s nod
Of discontentment-greed’s tenacity.
I’ll do my part to shut Christmas mourning
By spreading the Lord’s mercy everyday
Conscious that sharing is pain-lessening
And caring cheers others along hope’s ray.
Today, I bid Christmas mourning good bye
Greeting each one by the Saviour’s goodness
I’ll give gifts, devoid of selfishness’ sigh
Triumphing in His mighty joyfulness.
*Matthew 1:18 Now the birth of Jesus Christ was on this wise: When as his mother Mary was espoused to Joseph, before they came together, she was found with child of the Holy Ghost.
November 21, 2018
1st place, "DECEMBER 2018..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/6/2018.
Pain in the prophecy of wings through sultry sky
Orchestrating vision, love, destiny
Emancipating the tongue to tattle tales taloned with grief
Triumphing in truth to tumult another joy
Reel all poets in, glistening on a silver sliver of string
Yearning to for a final travail, immortality on wing.
Please God, tonight, dry her tears
Oyster her heart in your love
Eternal comforter of cares
Mystic center of the universe, a dove
Perpetual are music mustering our minds to sing
Overtones from the litany of emotions
Easeless wonder, sacrifice, oblation, offering
Tremulous thunder eastering devotions
Sweetly from the ragged anthems of our gift.
??Wisdom of Solomon 13:11 KJVAAE??
[11] Now a carpenter that felleth timber, after he hath sawn down a tree meet for the purpose, and taken off all the bark skilfully round about, and hath wrought it handsomely, and made a vessel thereof fit for the service of man's life;
??Ecclesiasticus 38:27 KJVAAE??
[27] So every carpenter and workmaster, that laboreth night and day: and they that cut and grave seals, and are diligent to make great variety, and give themselves to counterfeit imagery, and watch to finish a work:
??Isaiah 41:7 KJVAAE??
[7] So the carpenter encouraged the goldsmith, and he that smootheth with the hammer him that smote the anvil, saying, It is ready for the soldering: and he fastened it with nails, that it should not be moved.
??Isaiah 44:13 KJVAAE??
[13] The carpenter stretcheth out his rule; he marketh it out with a line; he fitteth it with planes, and he marketh it out with the compass, and maketh it after the figure of a man, according to the beauty of a man; that it may remain in the house.
??Matthew 13:55 KJVAAE??
[55] Is not this the carpenter's son? is not his mother called Mary? and his brethren, James, and Joses, and Simon, and Judas?
??Colossians 2:14-15 KJVAAE??
[14] blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross; [15] and having spoiled principalities and powers, he made a show of them openly, triumphing over them in it.
Divorcing self from awful negatives
I step ahead, bouncing through God’s power
Gladly inspired with cheerful directives
To share love's bliss and peace of grace-shower.
Triumphing against selfishness-trial
Freeing from “me-I-mine” so prison-bound
To reach-out for others, sans betrayal
My heart sows goodness seeds on kindness-ground.
Persisting against vain personal gain
I join with fellows midst blest partnership
Prevailing against separation-pain
Creating new vibrant relationship.
*2 John 1:3 Grace be with you, mercy, and peace, from God the Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of the Father, in truth and love.
May 16, 2025
8th place, "Divorced" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann; judged on 5/27/2025
November 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on John 11-12
Key Verse – John 11:25 Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HE IS
THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE
Praise be to God for He is the resurrection and the life:
Saving our souls with His security-seal
Sanctifying our spirits along His statute-standard
Satisfying our service by His sufficient supply-support
Sustaining our stewardship upon His Scripture-statutes
Strengthening our supplication through His steadfastness
John 12:7-8 Praise be to the Lord for
teaching us to have Him always:
Trusting Him amidst crises
Thanking Him for His compassion
Toiling for Him despite challenges
Triumphing in His calling and caring
Treading upon His championship charge
John 12:46 Praise be to the Saviour
for being our light against:
Zeal where greatness pretends
Zenith where godlessness prevails
Zones where gloominess pervades
Zooms where goodness is perverted
Zest where greediness against grace pesters. Amen!
November 8, 2024
In my safe fortress devoid of winter magic delight
my mind virtually explores its reality-wonders’ height…
Thus, with enthralling vicarious experience flight
I thank God* for freedom to venture beyond imagination sprite
…to plunge into coldness-thrill day and night
… to be enthralled awesomely without cough’s fright
charmed by snow’s immaculate sight
… to doze toward serene slumber midst fireplace so bright
along assailing below zero temperature with freezing blight…
Oh, I wish to wake up, settled comfortably alright
awed while vibrantly triumphing against chills’ fight
from dreaming about ice-sledding spree in my prayer-plight.
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
January 12, 2024
4th place, "Winter Magic - 8-12 Lines of Rhyme" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 1/15/2024
Two fleas are jumpig
Onboard of Noah’s Ark
For warm nest looking
Two fleas are dreaming
Onboard of Noah’s Ark
A warm nest enjoying
Two fleas are arriving
Onboard of Noah’s Ark
At Ararat’s mountain.
Their trip is ending
Onboard of Noah’s Ark
And starts a novel jumping
Millions of fleas are wandering
Outside of Noah’s Ark
The whole word invading.
Millions of dogs are scratching
The fleas of Noah’s Ark
They are hardly suffering.
Fleas eggs are laying
For glory of Noah’s Ark
And life is triumphing.
Note of the author
Part of this has been published before. Now I am completing with more verses
In the near future, I am going to add it all up into one big sum.
In the meantime, I am going to gather and collect my own space.
I will sift through seeds or weeds and present an enormous case.
But for sure I will hold onto every single yellow chrysanthemum.
In the near future, I am going to roll it all up sealing it by my thumb.
In the meantime, I am going to sit here with every turned about face.
I will drift through time rewinding the hands back to a God of Grace.
But for sure I will give the world a place my heart is triumphing from.
Quickly, I will come to you,
And instantly I will be gone.
But injustice shall never do.
Nor shall a lie be my spawn.
Or at the least not on my expedient silver polished dime,
And certainly not while sitting on destiny’s perch in time!
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Don't ask your heart,
Don't blame it,
Don't chastise your heart,
Don't scorch it,
Make yourself assured
You grasped a true love,
That would never short,
Because I made it as hard love.
I will fill each hole of your heart
To have it eternally to my heart
I swear to my vains and pains,
I will gain the rains of love
Like grains to my brains.
The world was made for love
In animals we have doves
They love themselves without rivalry
That's why they live gourdly.
Don't ask a gourmet about Garri
I swear by the moon and the stars
That live in your steeped heart.
I swear by the love that hankers
To instil in your heart,
I swear by the wisp grins
Of your soft swathed chins
That were dabbed by my lips
I will love your lilac lips.
I will miss your smile,
You are always as my smile.
I will never forget your face,
You are always my pace,
No girl is so worthy in my space,
You are a buttress of my smile
My heart stayed as a wimp
In your love; it can't swim
Your blood is my heart's pool
Your love is much full
I swear by your breathes
That are under my heart's beneath
I swear by your heart's blood
That sprints like a heavy flood
I swear by your eye lashes
That are so hot like high school's lashes
I swear by your trachea's sighs
That allows sweet sighs
To overflow as my heart's sighs,
I will love thee as mine,
Because you're always in my mind.
Sweet love never dies
Sweet love always shines
Sweet love is always my tea
You're a sugar in my tea
By which it tastes thee
Your fragrance fills the atmosphere,
Your sweats dissolve the hydrosphere
Your skin that sways fluently
And the muscles that internally
Hoarded around your bones,
And your bloods within your bones,
I will never forget your love.
It is a long and narrow poem
That goes with touching tones
Your message is a poem
That chirps a melodious tones
Your steps always sound
In my heart's lounge
I will be triumphing your name
I will be caring your name
I will be in your name's fame
Your name will be a game
That I will be hunting as a game
You are frames that frame
My body like a door frame
Your heart will be a legitimate
I'll never be something intimidate
Only those that are magnates
In love will be magnates
That will purchase your heart's magnets
I have a good chiaroscuro
That will let me get a Goro.
Triumph At the Cross
“ 15And having disarmed the powers and authorities, he made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross. ” Col 2:15 NIV
Christ triumphed over Satan
And his unholy alliance;
Made a public spectacle of evil
In His sacrifice of compliance.
Satan was stripped of his power;
His authority lost forever.
Christ in His obedience
Became our High Priest of favor.
Although it seemed all was lost
To His disciples and followers alike,
Christ’s Triumph At The Cross
Began with each cruel strike.
He was beaten for our healing,
His blood spilt for our redemption—
The Son of the Most High,
Made responsible for all creation.
The Triumph At the Cross
Was not what it appeared.
Failure to the world
Was victory veneered.
On the resurrection morning,
Christ’s victory was made known.
Demons watching His body,
In great fear of God had flown.
Although Christ had been tempted,
Not once did He sin.
His obedient life and resultant death—
Ensured the Victor to win.
Triumph At the Cross
Rendered Satan a banished foe.
To the powers of evil,
This was a mighty blow.
This poem is featured in my Easter Poems book
Copyright © 2010-2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Without further ado
i offer my literary missives anew
fur ye to ponder and brew
from meister mwm of his motley crue,
whom dwells in a nada very complex edifice
which numb burr oof offspring equals deux
whereby this spouse i.e me kind of resembles an emu
whence money a edified reader considers
dis goy wit sum brain cells 2 few
chomped on by an carnivorous elder gnu
and said two female progeny sired
from one ova plus super seminal glue
swimming swiftly via viscous hue
genetic heritage comprised predominantly Jew
with one late uncle lou
who himself a milch cow and frequently did moo
which found me to rue
what comprises reality to be true
that all humans originated from the primate zoo.
*****Sapiens Sale hums lot
witnessed vicious thermal winds that blew
thick mass of cremated ashes
across rubble strewn,
and severely cratered landscape!
The devil made mince meat
as like one huge lumbering ogre
and grim reaper
rolled up into one
not so jolly green giant did slay
good will to all men,
and spat out pox with an emphatic nay
triumphing over godly salvation
using eponymous accursed pitchfork
made merry and rolled in the hay
simultaneously sneering out in delight
at wanton death and decay
whereby civilization forever mutilated
perforated said spindled
and inappropriately sensually fondled
world wide web structure
where once proud arm strong spikes radiated
now sundered in total chaotic disarray!
Faced with daily multi-tasks’ pressure
we need God’s help of divine measure
making us fulfill each chore as great treasure
turning work-rigor into labour-pleasure.
Gripped by varied assignment strain
we seek Christ’s strength of productiveness gain
toward caring and sharing engagement terrain
though afflicted with impediment's pain.
Conquering futility of slothfulness' attack
through the Saviour’s power with His mercy-pack
we strive for achievement thoroughness of blessings' sack
against indolence slackness, making stewardship vigour lack.
Triumphing over procrastination blight
seizing championship in today’s functionality fight
we cling to God Who enables* by His might
thanking Him for today's accomplishments midst faith delight.
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
July 4, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND CHOICE H, any form, any theme" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/17/2020.
Facing struggles of separation anxiety
such darkness midst anguish I felt with certainty
yet due to childhood’s knowledge-obscurity
I could not fathom its reality.
I dreaded being far from my mother and her presence
God’s love I delighted in through her care’s iridescence
so when she announced about her would-be absence
torturous separation-despair gripped my innocence.
Years later, Mom brought me to a campus’ dormitory
which would be my home – away from relatives’ territory
parting from Mom made me weary of homesickness-worry
but God’s grace healed my culture shock-caused injury.
The greatest blow of separation-distress* hit my heart
when Mother’s last breath set me from her apart
were it not for God’s comfort, I could be paralyzed by grief-dart
making me agonize painfully … groping on how to start.
I thank God for making me move on with Mom’s sweet memories
while savoring the joy of her inspiring victories
by faith, I know that Mom now is triumphing over miseries…
we’ll be reunited to praise the Lord forever; enjoying Bible stories.
*Psalm 120:1 In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.
July 7, 2018