Best Vanquishes Poems
I am s p a c e …
… and I owe indeed my existence from God
The Author of my breadth, depth, and height ---
With the Lord’s abundance…
I am bestowed with worthy meanings:
earthly residence, glorious habitation, celestial abode ---
Along the Almighty’s omnipotence…
my value becomes costly with ascribed phrases as
green pasture, even land flowing with milk and honey ---
Around the Saviour’s omnipresence…
emptiness can never creep in, while He vanquishes void
filling me with His wondrous magnificence ---
Upon the declaration of the supreme Sovereign…
I am under perfect control, supervised by His wisdom
cognizant that He “sitteth upon the circle of the earth”* ---
Midst the Master’s tender mercy and gracious miracles…
I am optimized with functional maximization
while with faith**, utilizers of my offers, trust God in their stewardship ---
While in the Providence timetable…
my moments are significant, especially when urgency attacks
via the impact of every hour, day and year I demand ---
I thank and praise my MAKER for enabling my being and becoming occupied…
Yes, I am s p a c e
Devoid of the CREATOR, I am n o t h i n g***.
*Isaiah 40:22 It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in.
** Hebrews 11:3 Through faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that things which are seen were not made of things which do appear.
***Job 26:7 He stretcheth out the north over the empty place, and hangeth the earth upon nothing.
January 16, 2021
1st place, "Musings on Space" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 1/17/2021.
choleric clouds, suspended
over the leaking lake
the rebellion of a teenage face
cross-eyed, ferocious
bereaved by a split pancake
baffled by life’s inconsistencies
a vortex peeks out of darkness
ready to ripple and run her mascara
suddenly swans, as the sun vanquishes the storm
a rare epiphany twirls in her mind
graceful snow wings dapple the outskirts
of time
playful and daring to proliferate
a smile across the freckled face
she embraces the curvature of a poet’s neck
and spreads her august wings
the wild and homeric transformation
of an ugly duckling
she amazes her friends
4/6/2019
Suddenly Swans Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Maureen McGreavy
"A man's pride shall bring him low: but honour shall uphold the humble in spirit." Proverbs 29:23 of the King James Bible
Aspiring for achievement glow
That vanquishes painful defeat’s shadow
Arrogance stands at loftiness gate for a show
While selfishness glitters midst jewel of hypocrite’s woe…
Oh, proud human nature, needs heaven blow
To mutter need for divine blessing flow
And be triumphant, staying low.
March 21, 2025
2nd place, "Write Seven Beautiful Lines With A Twist" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/23/2025
the cold
dulls
subtle senses,
sterilises
well-being:
unsettles
the positive
induces
futility
vanquishes
desire-
and in silence
kills
Amongst bawdy carnal desires,
Every familiarity galvanizing hedonistic intent.
Juicy kisses lustful, multiple noisy orgasmic pleasures;
Quickly raging, so terrifyingly ubiquitous,
Vanquishes wacky xeronisus years; zelirious.
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.
LOVE softens the heart,
Dissipates anger,
Vanquishes hate.
It heals where it touches
Giving joy,giving life
And is manna to the soul....
Love is not self-contained,
Not captured, it is free.
It reaches in,extends out
To touch all with its'being,
It is the centre of everything...
Love never wanes
But is perpetual,
It fulfils,sustains,
Bringing order
Where there is chaos,
Calm where there is storm.
Love commands
And love is resolute.
But never unyielding.
Its' ability allies with wisdom
Its sublimity is in MERCY-
The willingness to forgive.
Articulating midst roses' scent of God’s goodness*
affectionately, I assert my prayer affirmations for you
Blissfully bringing bountiful salvation-gift
blest redemption of complete pardon
Care and comfort tied around the Saviour's
compassion, assuring everlasting life…
Declaring greetings along roses' bouquet
desirous am I to delight your day
Earnestly expressing commendations for your
enthusiasm and vibrant energy as well as
Faith-anchored fervency, exposing your commitment's
fiery service surpassing red petals of these flowers…
Gladness surely accompanies these roses
gleefully gracing your way toward victory
Hoisting against despair which the thorns reveal
heralding hope that vanquishes failure gloom
Instilling gratefulness to Christ
inspiring worshipful glorious praises…
Joy-filled salutations are what the roses convey
jubilantly to your soul with my best wishes
Keeping you reminded of our covenant of sweet fellowship
kindness engagements while in our reaching-out pursuits
Love verily at work presented by your favorite flowers
liberating against selfishness' dominion.
*Psalm 52:1 … The goodness of God endureth continually.
August 12, 2021
ABC in Dramatic Monologue
Edited on November 16, 2021
5th place, "Rose" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 11/17/2021.
When you look at me.
When you look at me...I'm at total peace
all my troubles are gone have been released
When you look at me...I feel warm inside
I know with you my heart will forever reside.
When you look at me...my heart skips a beat
I know with your love I now am complete
When you look at me...my world turns around
with your undying love I went from lost to found.
When you look at me...with that smile on your face
I know you're heaven sent, God's loving embrace
When you look at me...I see forever in your eyes
eternity is not long enough as me you mesmerize.
When you look at me...it vanquishes all of my sorrows
I know with you I belong for ten thousand tomorrows.
John Derek Hamilton
March 31,2016
Exultant joyous voices
magnify the God of glory
Triumphant midst sustained
hymns of Gospel story
Radiant countenance of church singers*
vanquishes misery…
Jubilant choir members** are they
enraptured with divine victory.
Greatness of the Lord reverberates
along their songs of praise
Kindness from heaven they declare,
devoid of flat notes’ trace
Blissfulness reigns in their medley,
championing mercy and grace…
Faithfulness exuded by Christ anchors
their music ministry commitment-brace.
Exalted is the loving Saviour
in their thanksgiving chorale rendition
Spirited worship marks melodious notes
sung upon faith expression
Delighted souls are drawn
toward joyously earnest adoration…
Granted service-blessings
blend with their harmony’s perfection.
*2Chronicles 5:13 It came even to pass, as the trumpeters and singers were as one, to make one sound to be heard in praising and thanking the LORD; ... saying, For he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever: that then the house was filled with a cloud, even the house of the LORD.
**Choir Members of the Christian Bible Baptist Church, San Pedro, Laguna, Philippines
November 22, 2019
1st place, "Your Favorite Artist" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 11/26/2019.
In my blank slate status…
serenity engulfs my soul
whenever I’m enclosed by God’s presence
with His providence sealing me
and sovereign protection serving as my fortress.
With my blank slate admission…
grace reigns over my heart
as the Saviour draws me nigh to Him
toward gratitude for redemption, eternally assured
along His complete pardon for iniquities and guilt.
Midst my blank slate discontentment…
mercy confounds my murmurings
revealing urgent need for provisions
since the Lord replenishes well
granting wondrous satisfaction.
Wallowing in my blank slate emptiness…
hypocrisy towers over my pride
yet, I’m promised by the Creator
heavenly wealth beyond measure
that vanquishes self-pity for impoverished fate.
Despite my blank slate struggles…
the Sovereign enables my revival
against despair of sin-caused anguish
for the Holy Spirit empowers me
while I cleave to sublime strength to do what’s right.
Triumphant over allurement of blank slate comfort zone
I strive for spiritual replenishment
delighted to commune with the Almighty
around bond of intimate fellowship
where my sighs He eases with comfort.
Bestowed with divine nature against blank slate perspective
I persist to fulfill my new-creature* roles
by faith that surmounts trials
while serving Christ and to others ministering
joyously testifying about His abounding love for all.
*2Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.
February 10, 2023
5th place, "UPTO YOU AGAIN" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/8/2023.
A re-post of poem 939895 that mysteriously disappeared from PS...
The early morning darkness oozes melancholy whispers
as enraged storm clouds enfold me in a final deathly embrace.
She has come for me.
I can feel her breathy torment
breathe cold upon my beleaguered brow.
A cautious glimpse through my bedroom window
reveals the rage in her nictating blue eyes.
Frozen to my pillow I watch in terror.
Her minacious exhalations mesmerizing me.
Like a beautiful child giddily watching weightless seeds
float gently from blown Dandelions,
I watch transfixed,
as blinding fury strips leaves from trees,
breaking limbs like snapping bones.
The canopy twists in distorted grimaces
her demented smile mirrored in each pained contortion,
her wail echoed in the screams of trees.
They bend and turn and pull their roots from the soil
in vain attempts to escape her wrath.
She has come for me!
There is no escape.
A swirling dance of death and destruction,
bleeding droplets assail the glass.
A thousand tiny fingers tapping, scratching,
try to gain entrance into my final safe haven.
I can feel her drawing ever closer,
hovering above me,
sniggering,
her passion tempting me,
seducing me,
exulting in her conquest for she knows I can’t resist,
draining from me my heart,
my love,
my life.
Her cold dead fingers reach for me in my dream,
stealing my essences, draining my soul,
leaving nothing,
a dying husk of what once was an ebullient life, a caring man.
Then through the night a ray of brilliant light beams hope against darkness.
The angel appears.
Her words beckon me to fight against the demon,
the seductress, the succubus.
encouraging me,
caressing me,
With her agile wit and calm caring mind
she soothes me.
She comes for me,
and I await her eagerly.
Her laughter like the tinkle of sweet bells
vanquishes my night terror, waking me from my dream.
She comes for me,
and I melt longingly into her comforting willowy embrace
as the ravaging misery fights its final battle,
destroying all that it can.
With one last desperate breathe it screams curses into the night,
while my sweet angel strokes me with her words
and her beautiful blue eyes flash a brummagem smile.
09/15/2017
ISMS
Fear uncertainty and doubt always
Feign the greatest of clout
At times overwhelming and gregarious in stride
Seemingly vanquishes any semblance of pride
But from the ashes like a Phoenix we rise
Owning our faults so we can let them die
Standing tall looking at each other
Yea you are my sister and my brother
The dark force will always genuflect
At the alter of true sincere respect
Cast off the isms that strike a long shadow
Orient your sun so darkness is rendered fallow
And from the ashes like a Phoenix we fly
To the weaker souls not turning a blind eye
The kings ransom, the treasure trove
All to be had when hate is outgrown
You’re isms do nothing to others but fractionate
When the moral approach is to homogenate
To languish in denial and choose to forestall
Is to precipitate Americas last curtain call
And from the ashes like a Phoenix we rise
Righteously bent, all-embracing the sunrise
Deliverance is there for all to see
Embracing the truth is the way to be free
Beyond opacity of clouds blanketing vast firmament
glowing solar rays expose their celestial commitment
valiantly warming the Earth with bright engagement…
…struggling to prevail in the Tropics over weather that’s inclement.
Reigning sun’s blissful iridescence
vanquishes typhoon-attacks against prediction license
while grace of God* abounds along blessings’ presence…
…wondrously revealing manifold harvests upon great toil’s incense.
Hovering over dense canopy of azure sky
sun power rejuvenates trekkers climbing high
likewise delights children in their kite-fly…
… and prompts me to bid good bye to slothfulness’ sigh.
*1Corinthians 1:4 I thank my God always … for the grace of God which is given … by Jesus Christ.
October 29, 2019
Edited on November 23, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SPECIAL 10..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/27/2019.
prompted by Bob Dylan's Chimes of Freedom
Grateful for freedom bestowed by the Lord,
I declare my chants of victory...
Abounding God's grace manifests goodness-glow
Blessed life eternal testifies mercy flow...
Care of Christ upholds spiritual revival
Dearth is no more midst bread of heaven's arrival...
Entrusted divine assignments prods reaching-out
Faith, freed* from fear vanquishes doubt and pout...
Guidance of the Father governs pursuit midst granted role
Hope helps share serenity, making soul whole...
Inspiration imparts truth for spiritual influence
Joy against crises surmounts poverty's affluence...
Kindness, marked by compassion, pervades indeed
Love rules against selfishness, pride and greed...
Miracles highlight the Master's might and mercy
Nurture from above nourishes with sufficiency…
Opportunities to optimize life's offers open with service-flight
Prayers are answered around sweet communion delight...
Quest to do well keeps on soaring toward perfection's best
Restoration as well as renewal reinforces rejuvenation-zest...
Saviour secures salvation upon His redemption seal
Triumphant eternity ushers us to heaven so gloriously real...
Uplifting power fights for peace against enmity
Virtues vanquish hatred via compassion's verity...
Worthy freedom of functional liberation continues to prevail
X-factor along formidable tests against affliction-wail...
Youthfulness stays vibrant along stewardship all the way
Zeal remains for jubilant sharing of Gospel freely everyday.
*John 8:36 - If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.
List with Abecedarian and Couplet forms
May 14, 2019
edited on June 11, 2025
2nd place, "Dylan Song Tribute" Poetry Writing Contest prompted by Bob Dylan's Chimes of Freedom; sponsored by Oliver Mckeithan; judged on 6/19/2025