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One among many, a leaf in a wood
All together forming a verdant shade
Where lovers meet to be gently wooed
Sweetened by birdsong in that leafy glade
One among many ,a tree in a forest
All together providing for wildlife
Where its creatures can find food and take rest
Their calm pierced by infrequent bouts of strife
All among so many , they breathe out joy
For those who revel in their wholesome scent
Such is the great pleasure of those so coy
Forests are intended to be so meant
Those palaces of nature formed by God
Are places where we should worship our Lord
Forevermore... I am grateful as triumph reigns over distress
since my heart has overcome bouts of depression-duress
conquering frustration angsts that oppress
midst prevailing hope, serving as steadfast fortress.
With support system anchoring me with cheer
blissful quietude has defied attacking fear
driving my commitment with hope-filled gear
forevermore... toward bouncing up and moving on, indeed very clear.
Though skeptical to vanquish lurking gloom
forevermore... my faith has chosen victory over mockery of doom
not willing to face early death along inviting tomb
believing that hope offers peace ever since I was in my Mom's womb.
Now that I am in the ministry of reaching-out
my spirit thanks the Divine Source of hope, without any doubt
forevermore... allowing thanksgiving to prevail for miracles against unbelief-clout
joyfully keeping on, encouraging others with "We can do it!" shout.
*Psalm 89:52 Blessed be the LORD for evermore. Amen, and Amen.
June 21, 2026
3rd place, "2026-06-14 Forevermore" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/22/2026
There was a gift when I was young,
temples to view from all around.
I was a flourishing flower following along,
unlimited pollination abound.
Then a sickle struck never to be seen,
not a glancing blow, but one that would bring decay.
Gifts, flowers and flames all swept aside and snuffed out,
the temples locked away.
Decades would pass with constant storms,
rumbling ruminations from these clouds.
The frequent rains that accompanied these bouts,
never to bring growth to my stagnant roots.
Still more time came and went, I thought what a blessing,
the growth I was to others, sturdy and strong.
But alas as it always must be,
you can only hold the past in for so long.
My world began to change, at first just a glimmer
then finally into a full eruption.
Thoughts and ideas abounded,
running wild into the night as if it was a creation.
My mind had awakened from this haunting slumber,
my quest has been renewed, I will never be bound.
I have found my gift from when I was young,
temples to view from all around.
Grateful am I as triumph reigns over distress
since my heart has overcome bouts of depression-duress
conquering frustration angsts that oppress
midst prevailing hope, serving as steadfast fortress!
With support system anchoring me with cheer
blissful serenity has defied attacking fear
driving my commitment with kindness-filled gear
toward bouncing up and moving on, indeed very clear!
Though skeptical to vanquish lurking gloom
my faith has chosen victory over mockery of doom
not willing to face early death along inviting tomb
believing that eternity offers peace ever since I was in my Mom's womb!
Now that I am in the ministry of reaching-out
my spirit thanks the Divine Source of life, without any doubt
as thanksgiving prevails for miracles against unbelief-clout
joyfully keeping on, encouraging others with "We can do it" shout!
i travel barefoot on the hot sands
of a deserted mind
a plane of shallow dunes that tower above the distance
lost in the equivocate of direction
the blaze in the sky exposing the void between my eyes
each step forward staggered and hesitant
regret scorched soles aching for direction
to the score of my soul’s pleas for supplication
i thrust my palms to the heavens begging for an audience with God
“guide me, open the door to your mercy to a weakened heart”
there is a shift in tablature
springs of honey, water and oil
emerge from the barren earth
bringing bouts of life in bounty
ranges of juniper slopes cluster the horizon
colour spreading vast beyond my step
ever sweet is the restored air
An elderly person who suffers bouts of dizziness
Definitely should not go walking in cacti flourishing desert
i get these random bouts of sadness that consume me
tears fall easily at the sight of another’s pain or joy
feelings of regret and longing wash over me and i begin to wonder if I’ll ever truly get to enjoy the human experience
to feel and to be loved
is only an idea my mind can barely picture
i enjoy pressing the wound
deepening the sorrow i feel
watching others broadcast their perfect love,
achieve their deepest desires
it is not envy
it is despair
will i ever experience that?
do i deserve to?
who am i
if i live a life never attaining my desires?
It's as if I'm trying to pour a storm into a teacup.
Voicing my reality,
a temperature too hot to touch.
Snickers across the room,
holding as much weight as the finger food left sat upon their plates
Noticing cracks in the fine-China
Others don't seem to notice.
Not able to unsee what has become fragile
while becoming careless.
I still know my own name.
The one spread in rumors,
and bouts of deep shame.
thats when the static they project
echo from the depths of my core.
Their static is loud.
but my signal endures.
In the busiest asphalt jungles
good and evil value bouts of recreation
~ shunning all work no play
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
I used to like an ice-cold strawberry or lime margarita
salt all around the edge of a goblet or mug
If this was unavailable, I might have a white Zinfandel
They are tasty too
If you are young and in good health
As I aged a strange malady happened – acid reflux
I would enjoy liquor going down
but not so much when it came back up
After a few bouts of this, I gave up liquor
It was not worth the horrible, awful aftermath
"He will progress toward retrogression..."
Mother's heart defied such prognosis
yet it reverberated, haunting soul
thus, faith cleaved to divine pillar
toward hope fueling functionality
surmounting spastic bouts
conquering seizures
then beholding miracles.
Now, milestones radiate
as special child drives himself
midst freedom bliss
maneuvering wheelchair
likewise taking steps with walker's brace
vanquishing mother's fear
toward triumph of impossibilities
enabled by God*, the divine anchor.
*Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
August 23, 2025
15th place, "Killick" Free verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish; judged on 9/5/2025
You can't hold it both ways, In meaning.' You
Are either direct.' Or directionless..And thus
In a mess.' No less-en-ing, yet less kenning will ensue.' Though
You deny..Its more obvious..Showing through'
True.' Reality denying.? I find it at best tedious'
Not to mention trying.! And now cov-idiocy is
Really dying.' Symtoms seen, idio-tantric bouts
And much de-crying..Tantrum-atic antic's its
Virtuless incandesacnt-cy liquid spleen venting, venting' yet never airing.' Instead there
Is resenting and vitriol..And severe dis-connect, much fruit less conversation, born.? that really
Cripples the formerly upright soul; struggle of noble
Nations...How do I quantify.? Highlight the prints of such scorn.!
It's not at all easy to come to term
with this 'new' old version of me.
I'm dealing with a sadly sagging anatomy
where what-used-to-be is now not-quite-so-firm.
I'm dumbstruck by the person in the mirror.
I have to have 'the' chat again and again
to scatter the chatter from my brain
and help me focus to see things clearer.
At least I'm thankful for what still works
and try to make the best of what I've got,
like that new dress that I just bought.
Still I turn rare compliments into rambling smirks.
So for my bouts of vanity I hope some day I'll be forgiven.
I won't complain about my little aches and pains
and rather hope to do some good with whatever life remains.
There's so much we can do to make the most of time we're given.
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2026
sunfilled peacefulness
ever teetertottering
bouts of cloudiness
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