Partnership bloomed with divine bliss
calling each other Brod and Sis
our blest journey from love’s abyss
lingers yon memoire…
we walked on different terrain
midst God-propped friendship of faith’s gain
while letting compassion to reign
and yet here we are.
Hilariously alike indeed
My special child's wheelchair and my patience when they are freed
Toward great fun to meet triumphantly necessary need
Like driving against gloomy mood for exuberant deed...
When soaring for delightful pursuits no to miss
My son's wheelchair maneuvers with bliss
Such is my patience from heart's grateful abyss
Praising the Lord for the help of every Brod and Sis...
When the wheelchair can't function and to rest it must bow
My special child keeps asking questions midst why and how---
That's my patience* in waiting for fulfilment of a vow
I pray, "Lord, please give me faith's answer, and I want it now!"
*Psalms 37:7-9 Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way.
July 24, 2025
2nd place, "12 lines or less Ridiculous Comparisons" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 8/16/2025
I cherish role playing with delight
as a caring mother, called as home's light
in a never-to-be-forgotten joyous sight
as a child in my dramatic actress-plight!
Not to be buried in oblivion was that wondrous zest
when my doll I would kiss, midst warm love, sweetest
like nursing a babe --- feeling so blest
shielding a very precious treasure against pest!
I was then seven years of age with a parent role
to manifest Mama's best dutiful heart as a goal
thrilled for doing my best with all my might and soul
even winning an award that marked achievement-whole!
Grateful* to God for my parents I surely miss
constantly I experience serene bliss
for fondest memory from mind and heart's abyss
now as a Mom in an Orphanage with kids, treating each one as Brod and Sis!
*1Thessalonians 5:18 KJV: In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
October 1, 2024
Honorable Mention, "Fondest Memory" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Julianne Williams; judged on 10/4/2024
Let’s enjoy our promenade march with bliss
Brod and Sis, this is great fun we won’t miss…
Altogether, we do step forward now
Then to our partners, let’s give a glad bow…
Turning to the right, let’s hop without fright
Let’s leap with all our might for triumph’s flight…
Toward the left, keep moving, making stride
Let’s take care not to show arrogant pride…
Oh, yes, let’s prepare for do-si-do flair
With unity and harmony of pair…
Let’s show well our caring partnership’s best
Marked by fellowship along kindness zest…
Let’s smile, laugh, and rejoice while shaking hands
Relieve our hearts and minds from life’s demands…
With thanksgiving, we let joy to prevail
Let’s praise God Whose love for us does not fail.
Join me in my wondrous tea-sipping spree
Along scent of chamomile, wafting free
To celebrate health of wellness degree.
Let’s have green tea of therapeutic reign
Offering calmness from work-pressures’ strain
While savouring great pleasurable gain.
How about mint tea midst contentment bliss?
Let’s drink to that with fellowship we can’t miss
As we welcome replenishment from Brod and Sis.
There’s herbal tea with refreshing flavour
Its detoxifying might has won our favour
We always seek along exuberant fervour.
Oh, here’s milk tea ready to quench our thirst
We thank God* that in His bounty, we’re nursed
So we can share with gracious zestful burst.
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
February 9, 2023
2nd place, "Tea Time" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 2/8/2024.
3rd place, "Stirring my tea" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Fire Bird; judged on 1/9/2024.
3rd place, "PREMIER CHOICE no 1188" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/18/2023.
“Oh holy night…” “All is calm, all is bright…”
Divine hymns echo soothing chimes of grace
Reverberating hopefulness’ delight…
Amidst miraculous truth, faith does embrace
Christmas is the Lord’s gift to human race.
Prince of peace came for Emmanuel* role
Serving as loving Saviour with His best
Eternal life He offered freely whole
Ensuring triumph of heavenly quest…
Christmas brings hope midst giving-sharing zest.
Festive celebration, sublimely grand
Christmas finds its essence in thanksgiving bliss
Radiating peace onward to promised land
That cheers everyone, being Brod and Sis
With kindness, mercy, care no one can miss.
“Joy to the world, the Lord is come!” kids shout
Carols linger once more, and soon to fade
Yet, Christmas spirit still prevails, no doubt
While revival worship reigns, being prayed
Praising CHRIST for Whom season is arrayed.
*Matthew 1:23 Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.
December 29, 2022
Johann Stamitz baptised Brod
in the Mannheim court he trod
WIth Carl Anton en famille
a musical dynasty 'tres facile'
“Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it…” Psalm 127 of the King James Bible
God’s love props home where we belong
There we hear Mom’s sweet caring song
As kindness secures joy of heart
Braced upon Dad’s fortress-rampart.
Christ's peace reigns above dearest home
Under mutual respect dome
Exuding warm forgiveness-bliss
Ending conflicts of Brod and Sis.
The Saviour guards our home so well
Cheering souls inside prayer-cell
Soaring freely toward faith flight
While reaching-out, bearing hope’s light.
Our grace-anchored home is so blest
Where members share with all their best
Since the Lord builds relationship
Midst compassion-filled fellowship.
April 2, 2022
2nd place, "Form L - Lay - New: Theme on Home" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/3/2022.
Joyous holidays, wondrous indeed
Family reunions of loving bliss
Meeting together gladly as agreed
Every member promised never to miss~~~
Now, each heart reaches for dear Brod and Sis.
Though our scheduled fellowship is virtual
Warmth of Christian spirit does brightly glow
Caring hugs felt with God’s grace so actual
While blessings to share continually flow~~~
Making us thankful* midst pandemic blow.
1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
December 17, 2021
Edited on January 20, 2022
1st place, "A STRAND (1058)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/24/2022.
Christmas hails the Saviour’s birth
heralding good news to earth
gracious peace midst wondrous mirth
hope against contentment dearth.
Christmas brings God’s gift so grand
blest life of eternal brand
triumph toward promised land
while sharing love’s caring hand.
Christmas reigns to soar with bliss
as kindness warms sublime kiss
reaching-out for Brod and Sis
thoughtful prayer not to miss.
*Luke 1:14 And thou shalt have joy and gladness; and many shall rejoice at his (Jesus Christ) birth.
December 22, 2020
3rd place, "Podium placing promise(2)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/31/2020.
Oh longest time it seems yiv dreamt, me Mausoleum Man,
Coffed in Mummy's charnel home stove 'round your stonewings' span.
You Monk brod in yar bunkous cell, 'tween sellow stone sainwalls,
All hued in Olden Woldic green by lichen spattered greenfalls.
You Embalm-ee bequested: just unnatural light for me;
So acid lamps cast all he's shades and the flotsome seeds of 'is swampless trees.
'Fore Lindo it seems he writ naivic skrit, entranslatid his laundrous floor;
But en wake of 'is ex-excavation, e'll read none of 'at the same, nevermore.
Family ties welcoming with warm bliss
midst kiss and hugs of every brod and sis
contagious laughter of exuberance...
exude our ancestral house we can’t miss.
Thus, in passing by an ancient abode
its garden full of ferns, and weeds-bestowed
decrepit roof whispers “I need repair”
we just sighed at the load along the road.
Evoking forlorn beyond grandeur-state
ramshackled porch hides against rusty gate
while antique door bearing rosette design
shows golden staircase railings of great weight.
Touched by the sight of the pitiful site
we know in our hearts, we should do what’s right
as now, we behold through our van’s window
home we pray* as our faith's dome of delight.
*2Thessalonians 1:11 Wherefore also we pray always for you, that our God would count you worthy of this calling, and fulfil all the good pleasure of his goodness, and the work of faith with power.
July 18, 2020
2nd place, "Decaying House" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 7/19/2020.
My ever dearest Brother,
You and I belong to a loving family
Who pays premium to mercy and truth*’s partnership
and considers paramount
the wise blend of love and justice…
Thus, toleration midst compromise
versus accommodation along conflicts
is prudently considered.
Thanks for gently reminding me
this vital Dad and Mom’s virtue-sermon
when you caught me in a quandary
only both you and I knew,
apart from God Himself…
Now, I want to reiterate such to you
grateful that we were taught to do what’s right.
I love you, my dear Brod...
…and yes, I believe that
you can’t do such
senseless, stupid thing
if you’re spiritual…
especially that we were raised
not celebrating Halloween.
*Psalm 25:10 All the paths of the LORD are mercy and truth unto such as keep his covenant and his testimonies.
October 18, 2019
2nd place, "If I were your brother" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May; judged on 10/30/2019.
last night I slept in a closet
with my coat made of tangerine desires
and visions of distant permafrost
last night I remembered
white noise in her voice
buried hopeless in a bureau of disdain
the apartment on rue Fontaine
has fallen into disrepair
embraced by anarchist movement
embraced by emerald seaweed
embraced by quicksand swirl
embraced by golden doll hair
and transformed itself
into the roar inside the hourglass
last night I slept in a foxhole
with ace of spades stuck in my teeth
with joker hidden in my sleeve
last night I woke up to the music
of orchestra playing at the riverbed
to the cry from the valley of the rivets
there is no time for purple parables
as rocking chairs bring eyes to my tears
they bring the winds of mortal gestures
they bring the equations
they bring the reveries
while my co-existence
remains a mystery
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