Every drop that falls from the sky
Can transform into a pearl;
Every leaf that falls from a tree
Can turn out to be a greeting card;
If you have faith in God and yourself.
The more you live in faith,
The better you make your way in the world.
No doubt, pandemics and wars are disturbing;
Leading your life unaffected is challenging.
But, it’s your faith in future that keeps you going.
What keeps me going Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Date: 09-04-2022
Place: 9th
Categories:
cecelia, faith,
Form: Verse
ENJOY LIFE
I keep going on being strong and optimistic.
I meet morals melting mind in modesty
I admit that Life is reflection of a game
Rare chance to win or fair chance to lose.
Ready for conflict to confront at each front
being cool, energetic, or aggressive.
I approach running, rippling
in symmetry or asymmetry
leaving rhythmic charming patterns.
I respect ruthless truth,
morals on journey of life,
at ease or at strife.
In drama of life I play role
of dauntless warrior.
I keep going on erecting my head.
04/08/22
'What keeps me going on'
Contest by Cecelia Hopkins Drewer
Categories:
cecelia, life,
Form: Verse
What keeps me going in these cruel days?
Feeling my dogs' warm bodies next to mine.
Reading a poem that makes my heart sing,
or one so beautiful, it will bring tears.
Talking with friends as hours pass like minutes
Laughing over an old joke we've all heard.
Reading a beautifully-written book.
Listening to music, lost among thoughts.
Catching breaths of a gentle rain shower.
Listening to mockingbird sing refrains.
A gentle breeze that tickles face and flower
Finding new buds on young plants of summer
Searching stars on a quiet, moon-filled night.
Feeling the lightness of spring in the air
Letting soft evening lift my worried mind
hoping the World will find its long way home.
April 3, 2022
for What Keeps Me Going Contest ~ FIFTH PLACE
by Cecelia Hopkins Drewer
Syllable check: howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
cecelia, anxiety, bird, books, dog,
Form: Blank verse
The hope that comes alive
On the inside
When I allow God to smile
Through my life
Forever alive, a light
Shining bright, glimmering
On the inside…
The faith that sings of thanks
On the inside
When I allow God to inspire
My heart and soul
My entire life and spirit
With belief that is so tender
On the inside…
The love that dances to life
On the inside
When I allow God to stir
The wonder of His adoration
His gift of affection
His blessings of protection
On the inside…
This hope, faith and love
From God above
On the inside of my heart
Where I know He is alive
Burning out a promise
That He will always keep me going!
What Keeps Me Going Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
April 3, 2022
Categories:
cecelia, blessing, faith, god, hope,
Form: Verse
If last year really sucked for you,
my guess: likely this year will too.
For happiness in circumstance
can prove a vicious little dance,
A trap that you cannot improve,
because a rut looks like a groove;
you try to force your luck to switch,
and slide off in another ditch.
For joy depends not on a place,
but on a person full of grace
who came into a world on fire
to rescue those whose need is dire.
Do trials in life just disappear?
Ahead lies toil, this much is clear,
but being anxious is a waste
of time with which we have been graced.
So don’t place hope in a new year,
but in a savior who’s drawn near.
Then all your days will turn to bright;
yes, all is well, all things made right.
————-
Second Place Winner
for the What Keeps Me Going Poetry Contest
sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
written on 04/01/2022
Categories:
cecelia, jesus, joy,
Form: Verse
Similar to Noah's, and in an analogous way,
That was the catalyst for the rise of the rainbow.
After the flood, Noah has warranted the decay,
This pledge will be obvious on the display.
Each dream we extol deserves deeming.
Depict a slew of rainbows into your living.
Our chimeras will bedim if we don't believe.
Each one reiterated faith and perspective.
We will be unparted from our everlasting love.
And the congruence warrant will not once shove.
God granted us a rainbow that glittered in the sky.
So that he could corroborate his powerful allay.
In the midst of the most hallowed light.
Though doubt frequently gives way to sight.
And consider living by faith rather than trust
That's what keeps you going and it is a must.
Sobbing may continue throughout the night.
As of yet, delight will return shortly after that.
In all its splendor in the early morning light.
There'd be no affliction if the stain had not spat.
Written: March 31, 2022
What keeps me going Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Categories:
cecelia, analogy, appreciation, bereavement, courage,
Form: Verse
I ask the Lord, as I look high up above
What keeps me going....Is it just love?
I love- The sun, smiling...and the floating snow
I love- To watch the swirling winds...........Blow
I love- The oceans, the mountains and all trees
I love- The feel of nature's....................breeze
I love- To watch the full-moon..................sink
I love- To see the North Star....................wink
I love- To wake up..........and stretch and yawn
I love- To see the sunrise at the brink, of dawn
I love- The animals, the creatures and the fish
I love- removing rose petals.....to make a wish
I love- My family and I love....all of my friends
I love- We get wings, when one's...,...life ends
I love- My grandkids, my children and my wife
I love- All the people, that are part...of my life
I love- All these things, it just keeps my love growing
I love- My life, and that's what's keeping.....me going
What Keeps Me Going Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
3-29-2022
Categories:
cecelia, love,
Form: Verse
My mind bubbles over with happy thoughts
When all is down, I think all systems are go,
I refuse to let myself get tied up in knots
There are two sides to every coin, you know,
You can flip it to heads or you can flip to tails
Being sad and gloomy is a personal choice,
Choosing to be happy and uplifting never fails
Select a happy tune to sing with your voice.
For most of two years I’ve been in quarantine
I used that time to hone some writing arts,
And made many friends while doing so, e’en
While learning a lot from welcoming hearts.
So, even though much is wrong in our world
And we have ample opportunity to despair,
I chose to keep my better spirits unfurled
Living my days with joyful pizzazz and flair.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written March 29, 2022
for "What Keeps Me Going" poetry contest
sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Categories:
cecelia, fun, joy, life, perspective,
Form: Verse
I will love you like tomorrow.
Like the days that come to me.
Like the warmth of summer sunshine.
Like a wind that blows me free.
Entered in Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer "Occasional Poetry" contest 3/16/2020
Taken from "Martha's Poem" 8/23/2018, for the Rithimus Divisa 4 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Gregory R Barden
Categories:
cecelia, love,
Form: Rhyme
You look at me... with disgust in your eyes
At all of the flaws.. I can no longer hide
And I know in your heart... you want to throw me away
Forgetting it's you... who has made me this way
Yes! I know I'm no longer...the beauty I was
On the day that we met...and you fell in love
And I have been faithful... for all of these years
Through all of your laughter... and all of your tears
Through fallen Souffle's... and torched Flambe's
Your Chef dreams all strewn... in disarray
It is I who has taken the heat for you
Now really! ...is this what you want to do?
Throw me away... like a dirty old rag
Or hang me again...on that old wooden peg
There in my place...above the kitchen mantle
The Pot Holder who takes...what you can not handle.
Written: May 13th, 2020
Author: Elaine Cecelia George of Canada
Categories:
cecelia, character,
Form: Personification
*Author's Note:
I have written this in a manner that tells a story. Please read straight across each line. The Poem Titles are in the right column.
____________________________________________________________
This is who I am (The Poet)
Who walks more slowly now (In the Autumn of My Life)
enjoying more than ever before (The Promise of Spring)
who has melted those (Frosted Panes)
but not the memory they impart for (The Love of a Gentleman)
and the music he played on his (Violin)
a cherished memory held ageless
like the petals in a (A Winter Rose)
or the ... (Unbearable Beauty in the
Color Grey)
that I see today as (I Stand here)
Near the end of the road, with only (One Regret)
Written May 11, 2020
Author: Elaine Cecelia George of Canada
Categories:
cecelia, poems,
Form: List
Like rainbow ascents gloomy sky after rain,
you’ll rise glowing from the abyss of pain.
You’re in my thoughts, wishing each day,
God’s healing touch cures you fast, I pray.
You’ll see sunrise after night of agony ends,
get well soon, my dear ailing friend.
March 4, 2020
Contest : Occasional Poetry
Sponsor : Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Categories:
cecelia, pain, prayer, recovery from,
Form: Verse
Dear Friend
We heard you’re turning seventy
growing older and oh so wise.
We wish you days quite heavenly
with bright and clear blue skies.
We heard you’re turning seventy
mellowing out so fine.
We wish you much longevity
and days blessed with sunshine.
HAPPY SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY!
3/3/2020
Occasional Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Categories:
cecelia, birthday,
Form: Verse
The circle is the most perfect shape they say...
Can they be wrong as our universe, galaxy and planet rotate that way?
For you, one more cycle is complete,
may the next be ever so sweet!
To you, we send our regard and affection,
may this day be one of perfection!
So without more delay,
we send you our love- Happy Birthday!
3.3.2020
Written for "Occasional Poetry" contest, sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Theme: Birthday
Categories:
cecelia, celebration,
Form: Verse
Good friend, fear thee not! For chemical bliss,
Awaits in their smile, their laughter, their kiss …
Your future? Intoxicating. There is naught you shall miss.
You spent too much time to set this day right, to organize
But why will you not listen to me and realize...
Your friend is here to womanize!!
Now let us not pretend this short poem is a Victorian
Nor act as if I am a poet, prophet or historian;
But my friend, more than one emperor was betrayed by his praetorian.
Mind you not the fell dagger plunged deep in your back,
Or the guile and the wit of the siren attack.
Proceed as you must. Haste now! No alack!
2.29.2020
Written for "Occasional" contest, sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Engagement theme
Categories:
cecelia, betrayal, engagement, fate, first
Form: Verse
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