They held goodness high like pillars of steel.
They were banyan trees that shook in no storm.
No burnout of the mind could break their zeal;
their love for life was beyond nature's norm.
They gave all that they had with no reserve—
self-sacrifice seemed to be their sole goal.
Who on earth could match them in inner verve?
As humans, did they play a steadfast role?
As true learners, they learned from all defeats.
They could break the walls that they themselves built.
Never did they take pride in their own feats;
with their wills, did they have an inner split?
To drop the earth is not to drop the race;
The unbowed spirit claims the cosmic space.
Christmas Eve wedding day
Prayed for snow and here it came on cue
Magical ~ perfection for me and you
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
baloney bacon beans and barley
bittersweet bubbly bulbous brew
buttery broiled bass and bluegill
boasting a beggar’s bountiful stew
Bountiful starlight reverbs with echoes
that fade but hold a bit of that drumfire.
Raising that whimsical smile even higher,
electric shadows cast a glow on your toes.
A sound you can’t place in the real world,
music that was bestowed from the Fey.
You wake and long to be whisked away
on a comet’s tail both pearled and curled.
High dollar melody delicately bouncing
like a wrist wrapped in celestial jewelry.
With a gaze at the sky’s rippling gallery,
three coin tossed wishes and counting.
Diamonds are on a roll hard as a rock,
playing your high hopes with sure strokes.
As if you really need any kind of a coax,
forever a girl in love with sidewalk chalk.
Always blessing me with bountiful grace*
Saviour and Lord God enriches my soul
Replenishing me to share against selfishness race
Governed by His love toward reaching-out goal…
Despite challenges, I triumph in His embrace
Exalting Him midst miracles that make me whole.
*2 Corinthians 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
April 16, 2025
2nd place, "Threading The Lines" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 4/23/2025
"The Harrisham Rhyme was created by Harrisham Minhas. It is a six line rhyming poem with the rhyme scheme: ababab. In this form, the last letter of the first word of each line is the first letter of the first word of the next line."
"Oh beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain."
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Tales from ancestral lore decree
How journeys prompt discovery.
Evolving visions, sacred themes,
Beckoned onward those hopes and dreams:
One land became that promised place
Undaunted seekers could embrace -
No plight would prove too burdensome
That might deny wayfarers from
Immigrating to obtain
Freedoms that they could thus sustain.
Unbowed by struggles they would face
Long suffered souls these tests embraced;
Long wandered wards from tumults fought
Advancing quests for futures sought.
Now, praise their spirit rightly famed -
Defend those rights so nobly gained.
Emerging Path, Hope And Its Bountiful Harvest
From distant hills, seen the veiled valley below
Rolling landscape, covered in star sprinkled snow
Glowing under ravishing rays of midnight moon
Her heart all a flutter, love's spell that month of June
When she thought, would its most cherished touch arrive
Seeding again, her soul, her dreams, her being alive
Heaven above, with its galaxies adorning
How she prayed for an end to her deep mourning
And with trust, she began to again new love feel
Its radiant warmth, its ravenous piercing steel
Emerging path, hope and its sweet bountiful gifts
That caressing hand, ecstasy that so uplifts.
From distant hills, seen the veiled valley below.
Rolling landscape, covered in star sprinkled snow.
And with trust, she began to again new love feel.
Its radiant warmth, its ravenous piercing steel.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2022
Sonnet,
( From Within Bountiful Harvest Of Hope, A Dream Thus Born )
Note:
Verses born upon a too soon waking
Wherein awaits morn's glorious breaking
Into life, its sweet magnificent glow
Birthed from blessings of what true love sows.
Bountiful Bee Hive Betty has her hive all ready.
There is honey to be made, all sweet and steady.
Buzzing around for attention is her beau, Wasp Eddie.
He is totally in love with the beautiful Bee Hive Betty.
Go away now, she tells him. The queen is near.
I will get back to you later, when it is convenient, Dear.
Wild Wasp Eddie gets on his motorcycle and zooms away.
Impatient beyond belief but returns the very next day.
I've seen eye-catching blossoms elsewhere, but I need not look further than my front yard. Take the IRIS blossoms for example. Why, she's always
beautiful and robed in purple, but, although I don't think she's selfish or anti-social, she never stays for long. The white blossomed ROSES are beautiful
and plentiful; the pink ones are most beautiful and stunning, but not near as plentiful as the white ones. Across the walkway, the two distinguished ROSE
plants produced outstanding red blossoms this Spring. They were several years in coming with such a 'mother lode', but this year, they spoke in 'show
and tell fashion', loud and clear. My eyes never cease to adore a one-foot CATCUS from which protruded 4 beautiful blossoms. A sticker, but beautiful.
051721PSCtest, The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming This Spring So Far , M.L. Kiser. 5P
Maybe if I was a benefactor
I would be still in lavender
And if the nostrils of my mind could smell vanilla
I would stream the internet to show everyone that I am a righteous fellow
And burst of cinnamon to enter my mouth
That sprout juices of pineapple
In lavender wear or rhyme
I would be celebrating it throughout all of sensual time
Ahh!!
2/15/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Our God is bountiful because
She give us the right
To call her she?
And call me me
Our God is bountiful because
She tastes stillness
And gives me a taste lemon cider sugary
Her might gives us
Virtue and vice
And compels us to choose
How be she
She springs forth as nature
Perhaps just calling out to us
Our God is bountiful because…
Our God is bountiful because
He showers us with abundance,
Seeing no difference , if black or white,
Giving endlessly, if rich or poor,
Loving us unconditionally without ever asking, for us to return.
Our God is bountiful because
He shows us light, when we are blind,
Removing every thorn along our way,
Cushioning the hardest of blows,
Loving us in a pure and comforting way, without ever asking for us to return.
Our God is bountiful because
He knows what to give us and when,
His timing is always perfect,
Before we speak, he gets the signs,
Loving us like a mother does her child, without ever asking for us to return.
Our God is bountiful because
He knows when we feel alone,
Always there to lend a helping hand,
And pick us up when we fall,
Loving us, bestowing endless blessings, without ever asking for us to return.
Our God is bountiful because
Contest Our Bountiful God Poetry Contest
Sponsor Julia Ward
Date 11/20/2020
OUR BOUNTIFUL GOD
Our God is bountiful because
in one open pomegranate,
He shows us whole orchards
of rubies and garnets,
multiplied like the feast
from five loaves and two fish.
Our God is bountiful because
He sends blessings by angels
like dandelion seeds on feathery wings
to people far away.
Our God is bountiful because
He sacrificed His only Son
to bleed red floods
to immerse everyone,
like His rainbow arching over the world.
Our God is bountiful because...
Our Bountiful God-------------------
Our God is bountiful because
Unsparing free and liberal
Benevolent beneficent charitable
Our God is bountiful because
Creator hands on everything
Holy benignant bestowal of gifts
Favors munificent; generous. abundance;
Always ever thankful
Our God is bountiful because
11/19/20
Our Bountiful God Poetry Contest
SPONSORED BY: Julia Ward
Our God is bountiful because I am able to write this poem
He provides and is always there in time of need
My bountiful God always blesses my home
Thank you God for life and most importantly my seeds
I would be nothing and have nothing without him
I would see nothing and grasp nothing without him
Because of his grace & glory I am alive to this day
Because of his grace & glory I have healthy babies numero Tres
I've been through things in this life the good & the bad
The happy & sad, hurdling a wall, taking a stand & taking a fall
Throughout it all no matter big or small to God I call
I could spend all day & night going over the powers that he does
Our God is bountiful because...
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