706.
Veneration to Mary:
She Who Bows Down to God in Worship
Oh Mary, servant of Allah
She Who Bows Down to God in Worship – the Raki'ah
God had seen her humble submission
She also has God's recognition
Oh Mary – the Bowing One – the Raki'ah
Our honor & adoration to you, Ave Maria
Praise God for the worship of the Blessed Virgin Mary
We venerate Mama Mary, Worshipful is She.
Amen.
-10/06/2019
(Dumarao)
*Veneration to Mary as “She”
If Harold had spied with his little eye
the arrow flying his way
at the Battle of Hastings in 1066
the English may have won the day
but the French bastard William the Norman
prevailed and won the upper hand
to conquer the last Anglo-Saxon king
of this green and pleasant land
when King Henry V led his army of archers from Wales
at the Battle of Agincourt in 1415
in revenge the English to the French did bid 'Adieu'
which began the tales
longbowmen were first to finger the V-sign 'pluck yew'
but it's merely a myth it's not true
Frigid days are disappearing
Gloomy graphite skies are clearing
Robins are sighted on the wing
As Winter bows his head to Spring
Leaves appear on maples and oaks
There's no need for warm woolen cloaks
Balmy weather, Nature will bring
As Winter bows his head to Spring
Crocus blooms rise above the ground
Cricket chirps are a welcome sound
It is the season of birthing
As Winter bows his head to Spring
Bees will start to harvest nectar
Task of a pollen collector
Beware the needle of their sting
As Winter bows his head to Spring
some laypersons deceive only
useless poetry prose.
I own him as my son who knows
rhyme in life he goes
who loves sis and bro and parent.
and before Him bows
who is always caring for those
who live like a rose
Dr Zik
Jhelum Pakistan
July 01, 2024
I like this rhyme written in Zikelite poetic form
Always I passed beside the bows
But never I personally taste its pain
Successfully once I entered its realm
Getting the hope of blissful heaven .
Ah ! What a happy life you and me
Thinking never I will leave the bows
But you betrayed being other spouse
And I know now the pains of happy bows .
The nature started to sing when we united
Now I see them weeping days and nights
When I passed by and painfully observed
And now never the bows sing as you part .
Once you yet entered there after the parting
To make the bows clam and bliss with
Your pretended weep that the bows believe
But not so long the the bows surmised
The betrayed your weeping was fake always .
When I at first dare not to entered the bows
To have the pains of their taste to the least
But now I have become the Friend of
The fake bows for Every days having no rest .
Like the short clothed nature I surmise
You and I became united for a few days
For the peeping bows' happiness to taste
But the bows happiness turned fake Always .
Composed on :- 09/9/17 @ 12.00 pm
prim and proper
showing Amish upbringing
she has chosen to live among the English
we see her plain ways
when she turns her white bows on her lacy socks show
enlightening many of us
Allah has never been "Baptized" in "The name of "The Lord God Almighty"! Muhhamad has never been "Baptized" in "The Name of "The Lord God ALMIGHTY"! THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY IS THE LORD OF LORDS AND IS THE KING OF KINGS! THE LORD IS GOD! THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY IS THE LORD OVER JESUS CHRIST" WHO IS HIS ONLY "BEGOTTEN SON" WHO WAS "BAPTIZED" BY "JOHN THE BAPTIST""!!!!!! ALLAH WAS NEVER "BAPTIZED" AND MUHHAMAD WAS NEVER "BAPTIZED" AND MUHHAMAD WAS ONLY A PROFET AND "JESUS CHRIST WAS AND IS THE SON OF "THE LIVING LORD GOD ALMIGHTY AND ALSO A PROFET" TO MAKE "JESUS CHRIST "THE "ONLY BEGOTTEN SON OF "THE "LIVING LORD OF LORDS WHO IS THE KING OF KINGS AND HIS NAME IS "JEHOVAH"!THIS IS HIS "HOLY NAME"! ALLAH AND MUHHAMAD WHO HAVE NEVER BEEN "BAPTIZED IN "THE HOLY SPIRIT" CANNOT ENTER INTO "HEAVEN" WHERE THE HOLY SPIRIT RESIDES! ANY RELIGION UNDERSTANDS THESE "REAL FACTS"! THE HOLY SPIRIT "TAKES OVER" "EVERYTHING".....FLESH AND BLOOD AND EVERY SPIRIT FOR "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY WHO IS "LORD OF LORD AND "KING OF KI NGS"!!! OVER ANY WHO CALL THEMSELVES "GOD"! ALLAH IS "A DEAD GOD"!THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY IS THE LIVING GOD AND THAT WE WHO LOVE BELIVE IN THE "LIVING GOD" !!!!
The balcony bows like a bridge unmaintained.
Song birds are silent, their hearts uninspired.
Grape vines hunker down as if never trained.
Scarlet petals fall, their fragrance expired.
Shattered is the night sky like sharp glass shards.
Sparks, once in our eyes, liquify the ground.
Minstrels are mute in abandoned courtyards.
Pitter-patter is the refraining sound.
Masquerade faces can no longer hide
from the truth that beauty departs with death.
A dagger divides a young groom and bride;
lamenting cries consume their final breath.
The script is flipped over like clover in mud.
Misconstrued love poisons life-giving blood.
8-15-2022
Saint Monica's Mission
Tots rushing and jostling, reaching for gifts
Three hundred and two presents we did carry
We drove to the shore, used pallet jack lifts
Children gathered about cheerful and merry
Everywhere bows, ribbons, bright wrapping paper!
Sandcastles decked with candy cane ornaments
Boys and girls enjoying this wild zany caper
Eggnog, carols, and the smell of peppermints
A dapper Santa in his swimsuit chuckling, ho, ho, ho
Grab your boogie boards he bellows, time for a swim
We all shout out, hey Saint Nick, go man go!
Some of the crew followed Santa and joined him
Goodwill and cheer were now within reach
With broad grins, ringing bells, kids thanked us guys
These unfortunates grew joyful this day at the beach
As did Saint Monica's who brought Christmas in July!
The world globes itself in a drop of dew.
~ By Ralph Waldo Emerson
***********************
Pure dazzling spindly dawn prayers,
Callow leaves shedding dews,
The glow of the sun touched her tears,
Sunrays caressed the tangled pears,
With sparkling carpet of dew views,
Cast on spider web hues.
Dewdrops weaved as crowns from heaven,
Gleam as glimpse of the dream,
Show of sleek steam stems the garden,
Till they pinch the bloom of lemon,
Dawn dewdrops have a sturdy seem,
without tricks or prime scheme.
Tears are wincing as we sit here,
We pray and wish on sky,
Count blissful glee touching dew tear,
Rain bears the love of those we cheer,
Deft dewdrops are prized, so to say,
From soul, tears fall today.
In full bloom, rainclouds form, and burst
God's fey stir each dripping,
rain feeds life buds leaf and eas' thirst,
On the nigh roar, sense feeling first,
Let dewdrops soothe your heart aching,
Stream reaches our meaning.
Written: June 19, 2022
Sponsored by: Angel L Villanueva
Dewdrops Poetry Contest
Rhyming verified on RhymeZone
Syllables verified on HMS
spring bows to summer
spring bows to summer
long nights give way to daylight ~
footprints on the sand
cold days nod to warmth
days comes early then leave late ~
shooting star pizzazz
frost curtseys to dew
empty fields burst with blossoms ~
bird songs fill the dawn
tree buds smile with leaves
barren limbs expand with life ~
forest greenness thrives
moonlight swaddles night
moon shadows dance in rondeaus ~
summer bows to spring
6-8-22
Winter Bows to Spring
In the midst of sullen cold
pink cherry blossoms burst open as winter bows to spring ~
yellow daffodils spring up from frozen icicles ~
white snowdrops vault through soils of howling storms ~
gold jasmina scampers up fences between winter's wildness ~
purple crocus stand tall midst blazing blizzards ~
rosy tulips push up past untamed storms ~
lavender glory-of-the-snows awakens in shivering snow ~
purple daphne spreads perfume to hoary frost ~
Heralds and harbingers of spring in the midst of winter
3-11-22
Contest: I Imagism
Sponsor: Constance La France
With noiseless hammer
the Master Carpenter builds
our earthly home.
Our labor there is useless -
we do not rest on His Word.
~~~
With hallowed armor
the Master Sentry patrols
the place where we dwell
Foremost, our nation’s defense
demands a grasp of His Sword.
~~~
With joy, celebrate
the Master Archer’s blessing
of many children.
We do well to set their aim
as straight arrows for His bow.
Psalm 127
February 17, 2022
A Brian Strand Tanka Poetry Contest
tanka three above (first place)
Halloween Meow
Pert black feline bosoms blossom
Stepping its paws nonchalantly
Along the length of the gauntly
Elder-oak; towards mocking owl.
With a sullen pout the sun goes down
Until the twilight hours of dawn.
Black lace caresses the lustrous,
Beguiling Harvest Moon's wondrous
Magical mystique. Leaves glitter
In a spell trance and dance in the
Moonlight whilst an occasional
Owl loudly sings in darkness plight.
The feline extends low and rigid,
Back and forth flicking tail as the
Night bows at the brooding shadows
Of witching hour; whilst its desires
Quench, lips lick forbidding entry
For the whiskered grey country mouse.
Quivering with fear falling, falling, falling,
The moon slowly swallowed up by the sun.
Feline curls its tail around his legs ,
Up into a ball and falls asleep.
10/14/2021
Our spring is bowing now to summer days
as it matured from buds, now fully bloomed;
from wispy greens, trees formed a denser phase.
Our spring is bowing now to summer days;
the sun hangs low, aglow with brighter rays.
We breathe warm summer air, sweetly perfumed;
our spring is bowing now to summer days,
as it matured from buds- now fully bloomed.
From wispy greens, trees formed a denser phase;
our spring is bowing now to summer days.
The sun hangs low, aglow with brighter rays;
we breathe warm summer air, sweetly perfumed,
as it matured from buds- now fully bloomed-
from rebirth to full blossoming, was groomed.
June 12, 2021
Premiere Contest: Write A Trionet For Me
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
The rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB (1st stanza) AAABBb (2nd stanza)
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