Track them most as wanderers
Life's deep ponderers.
Who scales this rarefied air
Breathes in genius!
By what, in fowl, does impress
For soaring progress
Led on as twere. Inspired, more
Again, as if by
Their own breakthroughs, fiery-high.
Divine! Splenderous!
Digital High Definition
Electronic chips
Evolution that revolves
Cyber elevation
Apple revolution
Sophisticated and Simplified
Technological breakthroughs
IMAC unit
Impact sensation
Through the wide screen providing loads of information
Wireless detail into the generation of tomorrow that is here today
Navigation Frontier
What the IMAC can create from the mind behind the imagination Theory
Testing computing
Old phase no more
Those days of Dinosaur computer ventures became historical to new
Advances
Thirst for technological approaches into ridges of tomorrow
Days of Star Trek
Going beyond where man has never gone before
Determination put into action
Essence golden
Beyond the Limitations
Liftoff into new journeys not seen
IMAC on track
No explanation needed
Pure fact.
Higher learning journey
CUNY Medgar Evers College mark
Among the theories and concepts
Believing who I am and success bounds
Achieving through the pitfalls
When others said I won’t, I continued until shall was complete
Maneuvering making breakthroughs
Taking a Civil Rights stand
Commitment imminent demand
Medgar Evers himself being a man distinct and powerful
Being the product enriched in MEC of M-Mission, E-Excel and C-Commitment
Well communicated through the MEC eyes
Tomorrow came my purpose
Today only a realize
Combination circulation of the Mind, Philosophy and Thought
Goodness and influence
Stepping out on the Medgar Evers College walk
Essence, Scholastic and beyond in success
Passed the tes
midst life's twists and turns
accidents create breakthroughs~~~
faith* works miracles
*Mark 10:52 And Jesus said unto him, Go thy way; thy faith hath made thee whole. And immediately he received his sight, and followed Jesus in the way.
April 30, 2026
5th place, "Serendipity Senryu" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 5/6/2026
He meowed once, lost his jersey “r,”
“La-guad-ee-ah,” says; so far
from normal and his, “house shoes.”
It’s “slippers,” past life breakthroughs.
The bizarre O language of love, thus far.
Laughter is from God
Breakthroughs are from God
The Kingdom of God will find a WAY
The Government of Heaven brings a breakthrough.
Kingdom Laughter is an essential part of life
The Kingdom of God opens NEW DOORS
The Government of Heaven allows its policies to be displayed on earth!
The Citizens of Heaven will laugh in 2026
The Kingdom of God brings Breakthroughs
“They will celebrate your abundant goodness and joyfully sing of your righteousness.” Psalm 145:7
Kingdom Laughter will see the slaughter of a closed door
The Government of Heaven will make darkness light and
crooked things straight—Isaiah 42:12, 16
Laughter is from God
Breakthroughs are from God
The Kingdom of God will find a WAY
The Government of Heaven brings a breakthrough.
Believe in Jesus Christ.
Mark Frank
Copyright 2026
Life experiences
Preparation long run
Sharing instances gained to others
Listen to what wisdom showed
Live and Learn principle
Pathways and Breakthroughs in struggles
Little things being hard knocks
Falls with get up
People say life is what it is and what it embraces
In young years, youth never think the process
There’s never no time
As one lives on, one learns on everlasting
Pitfalls of living
Testimonies to come
Wisdom is never lonesome
Giving out victorious virtues.
No illusions therein entrap—
the hush between two heartbeats speaks too plain.
Ego craving is a mousetrap.
A gap—a gape in thoughts my life couldn’t hide;
betwixt two ponderings, vacuum took no side.
There lie all worries, begging for breakthroughs,
where failure stands as bold as decent news.
When steps grow firm, they clear illusion’s threat,
for success occludes failures without sweat.
A garden: fortunes wilt in stillness of will,
even when mouths flourish with joy and thrill.
Then ego becomes the song of deceit,
with beliefs failure can’t withstand its feat.
Before long, a cry too strong to ignore
becomes the downfall life has witnessed before.
It drags pride down through shining polished board
until the mud returns what it ignored:
the taste of joy, the scent of broken clay,
the mirror that ego couldn’t keep at bay.
Father, here I am
In need
Desperation
The struggles I feel
Reality kicking for real
A need to pray
This is the day
The Gospel says, “You are the way”
Hope in care
Faith in trust
Breakthroughs in overcome
Tomorrow being today
I will be ok
Affirmative “Alright”
Pray more, but faint not
Upbeat encouragement
Sometimes I feel alone
You are always there
Bringing your Heavenly fair
Pray now and forever more
Assured and thankful galore
Conqueror and Spiritual accord
Once again, thank you Lord
Time and Moment
Bayou look
Sun glistens like a mirror
Bayou shining like a diamond
Reflection of one
Life journey
Dew that rises through the fog
The highest in expectations
From inspiration to wisdom
Stretching horizon
Bayou illustration the you
Through the Bayou Mirror of the face, eyes and mouth
Showing the possibilities of capabilities within
Ancestors that were here before me
Echoes of their voices
Years gone by
Breakthroughs yonder
Darkness that came to be and now light broadens
Time and minute have come
Shine and be counted in the Legacy
Theory with its own story
Bayou again
Understanding gained
Promise for tomorrow
Value in the Bayou eyes
The skies and wonder in wise
Here one is
Shall be
Inspiration Driven
Balanced life established
Factor and Center core.
Father, here I am
In need
Desperation
The struggles I feel
Reality kicking for real
A need to pray
This is the day
The Gospel says, “You are the way”
Hope in care
Faith in trust
Breakthroughs in overcome
Tomorrow being today
I will be ok
Affirmative “Alright”
Pray more, but faint not
Upbeat encouragement
Sometimes I feel alone
You are always there
Bringing your Heavenly fair
Pray now and forever more
Assured and thankful galore
Conqueror and Spiritual accord
Once again, thank you Lord
On morning walks, I pass by
Certain people every day,
But rarely do we say hello;
It’s not the New York way.
Occasionally, breakthroughs
May result in first a nod,
Then perhaps a wave or “Morning!” shout
Or not, which isn’t odd.
One woman greets me warmly now,
Yet there were many years
When she wouldn’t even catch my eye;
Who knows why she switched gears?
A runner I see frequently
Will give a sideways glance
But won’t take it to the nodding stage
In this strange New York dance.
This afternoon, though, as I strolled
In Sotheby’s,* viewing art,
I spotted a familiar face
And blurted, with a start –
“Hey – you’re the runner!” He turned ‘round
And broke into a smile.
“And you’re the walker!” he replied;
We knew each other’s style.
“We could discuss this further
In the morning, but we move
In the opposite direction;”
(Since we’re in our a.m. groove).
The whole encounter felt like
Just how New York stories go
And the next time when our paths cross
Guaranteed, we’ll say hello.
*the famous auction house
Moments drift by in fleeting streams,
Like bubbles dancing in our dreams.
Hold those moments gently in your hands,
Feel the magic where joy stands.
Moments of laughter, wild and free,
Moments of surprise, like waves at sea.
Moments of celebration, purest light,
Moments of breakthroughs shining bright.
Wake to the simple moments, hear its call,
Embrace the whispers - great and small.
Life is not an emergency, let moments stay,
Don't let moments of pure joy just slip away.
The smiles of friends, the scent of rain,
The twinkling stars, the clickety-clack of a train.
A child’s giggle, a soft embrace,
Things in this life, we should celebrate and chase.
Find joy in what is simple and true,
Let small delights awaken us.
For in those moments of whispers, calm yet mighty,
We will hear the Voice of the Almighty.
Gather 'round, young ones, and heed my words,
The truth has been consumed, its head submerged,
To depths far from light.
Recall, just a few market days past,
It was shrouded in shadows, veiled by lies that would forever last.
For most of the living you see, have perfected the art,
Of twisting reality, of bias that distorts the heart.
Disguising traps as breakthroughs, so scary.
Dictating paths for others' children's feet,
And swearing oaths that seal their fate, so discreet.
For theirs is the cemetery,
And ours the graveyard.
Binding futures with words that cannot be undone,
And claiming power over lives that have just begun.
Thinking if they're buried in the cemetery, they'll be better off than us of the graveyard,
Where trees loom thick, and diggers tread barefoot, with hearts that are hardened.
But eternity is long, long for it.
Today's presence speaks of yesterday's absence.
Do not be deceived and do not be amused.
We shall be equal in bones and then dust.
Whether of the cemetery or of the graveyard.
In poverty's grip, we struggle to stand
Delays in church programmes, with empty hand
No money, no food, yet we accuse the night
Ignorance abounds, in futile fight
"Kill it! Die by fire!" we cry in vain
While future's labour, we refrain
Little wonder poverty's dark veil remains
As Africans pray, while Chinese innovate and sustain
China rises, in tech's mighty stride
Creating jobs, and a future to abide
But we, in ignorance, our potential waste
Forgetting scripture's wise and timeless taste
"Faith without work is dead," it's written true
Yet churchgoing sleep, won't see us through
Breakthroughs need hard work, consistent and real
Not just fervent cries, or emotional zeal
Balance we seek, between work and prayer
Engaging hands, not just fervent air
For faith alone, without labour's might
Leaves dreams to wither, in endless night
Let's strike the balance, and take the lead
Work and faith, in harmony we'll proceed
No more delays, no more empty cries
A brighter future, with hard work's wise eyes.
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