No broken fences will be mended
To their own gardens have tended
Look how America has descended
By all the devils it has befriended
Above all laws have transcended
Fix elections and term is extended
Time their swindle was contended
And media who has commended
X really marks the spot is trended
This is exactly what they intended
Don’t care who they have offended
Sh*te will be alright they pretended
As slop up to the top has ascended
AI lie will make everything splendid
But the world gets totally upended
I think we've finally comprehended
Racism religion & fascism blended
Old school rules are simply bended
A f*ck fest that cannot be defended
#Mme
Wells of my heart are ever flooding, ignite in me never cease to lit, greatness and gratitudes forever apprehend my reactions, to cloud 9, expressions in me, trigger rockets in my heart, feel ruptures in me, cracking and leaking self control, running loose, uncontrollable.
I am talking about a WOMAN, Statue of my soul, this hope in my breath, reason I live. Please don't cut my wings nor control my adrenalin, here I'm absorbed, by gratitude and overwhelm. I'm drowning in tender, motherley abstract sooth
I'm talking about a MOTHER, my MOTHER, blade holder, asegai of my amour, my survival, piercing through my thick and thin, casting stones of my better livelihood, like creation, remaining absolute to my being. PLEASE! GOD, keep her for us, we, her son's and daughter's, flesh of her flesh and bones of her bones, the pulse in her heart, that echoes in our strength, humans we are, reflections we are, her body that nurished us, forever in us, she lives, in dreams we share, common bond of our birth, we are commended, by God and heaven. OUR MOTHER! Mme.
#Poetic_Ink
What matters most to me
is to recognize that I am “made
in God’s image” and as such, I realize
the need to live according to His design
for my existence, thus: here am I with all:
my heart grateful to the Almighty
for His breath bestowed
my soul blissful in praising the Lord
for life everlasting endowed…
my faith clinging toward glorious
heavenly exaltation of His name forever
my hope cleaving to divine
assurance of dying never…
my body anticipating to be transformed
to a glorified personality, always radiant
my spirit revived for immortal exuberance
exuding triumph so vibrant…
my commitment for reaching-out passion to be
rewarded along the Master’s compassion
my devotion to ministerial endeavours
commended with accomplished mission…
my family worshipping together midst loving partnership
wrought by the Saviour’s relationship
my GOD leading me as I enjoy His fellowship
while He blesses my faithful stewardship.
“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” ~ C.S. Lewis
heart breathing light
across my moments,
restoring my hope,
igniting my joy
soul kindling love
beyond life’s wonder,
freeing me from hurt,
saying I’m worthy
spirit singing grace
into my praises,
laughing, inspiring,
coloring me in harmony
heart, soul and spirit
remembering the seas of wonder
found with you beside me, enlightening
pouring out closeness that survives the darkness,
relationship, a bond of hope and faith
strewn, like the stars, with love and grace…
this is a friendship that will forever amaze
this is a connection that leaves me astounded,
blessed and commended by such an alliance,
Thank you, dear Friend – your heart is just perfect!
With you beside me, compassion is a side effect.
With you, I’m more alive than I can project.
With you beside me, I know how it feels to truly connect.
I love you always and believe you’re the friend I always dreamed about!
Abraham* is father of faith indeed
He obeyed God along His deed and creed
Commended and blest
Midst challenging test
So from unbelief and doubt, he was freed.
Abraham’s great grandson, Moses** did stand
Leading God’s people to the promised land
With courageous might
And prayerful plight
Sea he divided toward march so grand.
*Romans 4:9-11 ...For we say that faith was reckoned to Abraham for righteousness... that he might be the father of all them that believe...
**Hebrews 11:24-29 By faith Moses, ....; Choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season; ...
passed through the Red sea as by dry land...
August 31, 2024
2nd place, "Famous Person or Poetry Soup Poet Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 9/15/2024
His radiant countenance
exudes vibrant thanksgiving
while cheering with jubilant glow…
yet, his lips couldn’t verbalize it.
So, here am I…
his Mom, in striving to talk about it
would rather poetically express
special child’s mirth of purity
upon learning that he is commended
for his achievement in his learning endeavor.
He was diagnosed with infantile spasm epilepsy
“to progress toward retrogression”
breaking my heart … 15 years ago…
Despite agonizing moments
along therapy sessions
he had emerged victorious…
Albeit angst in my motherhood days
his conquest helped me manage our partnership
propped by faith, marked with divine love…
Now, we are grateful to God
Who specializes in the impossible*
as he keeps on talking in sign language
about his delight for receiving a medal
while advancing fast with his wheel chair.
*Luke 1:37 For with God nothing shall be impossible.
July 5, 2024
1st place, "I couldn't talk about it, so I wrote a poem" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 7/22/2024
THE CHANGING WORLD
The age of chivalry and bravery has ended
That of sophistry, rivalry, upon us descended
Those with ability, to charm and talk, are commended
They are now indeed enemies, whom we once befriended
Where has all the love gone, hitherto, unlimited
The human greed for wealth remains unsatiated
For money, men unleash violence unabated
The rich and elite are highly ingratiated
The poor and forlorn man’s woes are unmitigated
Never were people so fearful, streets so deserted
Always under threat, somehow their lives will be disrupted
True, in Eve’s drawl and Adam’s fall, we have lamented
But Devil’s devious ways we have inherited
As peace-loving people, we too were once saluted
Today, hatred and revenge have left us demented
Oh, how divine it is!
Man's mere essence,
Transcending physical realms.
Within a soul, the light of humanity shines.
We remain extant even after
Our book of life closes, we live on, spiritually.
Oh, how divine it is!
A celestial gift, a soul is safe
When commended to God
At the hour of our deaths
To grant us sinners absolution,
And the key to his kingdom.
Oh, how divine it is!
We depart this world
When our bodies tire
Of life's wears and tears,
Yet our souls stay alive in perpetuity.
A soul is God's most special creation!
Oh, how divine it is!
Charlie Norton has expanded
Ever since his work was seen
And favourably commended
By an Equerry to the Queen
He’s added Panto Dames instruction
With an optional modular course
For white faced clown technique
And lead end Panto Horse
This coupled with existing stuff
Has pushed his venture to the fore
And Charlie’s mind is working
On this and so much more
He’s been invited to the Palace
Where he had a spot of lunch
With Charlie Windsor and Camilla
And others of the royal bunch
The Prince’s trust approves
Of Charlie and his scheme
And opened him an off shoot
In deepest trendy Cheam
And it is rumoured seriously
That the Queen’s old man
Wants to learn to tap dance
In pumps and Coat of Astrakhan
Life is so exciting at Charlie’s
School of Armoured Acting Parts
And Charlie is considered
To be a man of many arts
It says By Appointment
Over the front door
Can any theatre school
Realty want for more
But not resting on his laurels
Charlie has a further plan
In providing correct training for
Portrayal of The Invisible Man
The Charlie Norton School;
Of Modern Theatrical Art
Can give your career
A high powered start
Into thy hands, I commend my fate, not heart
Only from my heart I can preserve my pride.
Into thy hands, only fate, not all of me part
My one and only precious heart is where I ride.
Into thy hands, my commended fate flourishes, rests
But my sole heart stays, blooms in my soul that nests.
Destiny is not fate without life's purpose
Purpose grows in heart and soul, fate sires purpose.
have to prohibit
ferry on an exhibit
that reached its limit
sleeping on top bunk
on ferry would see a monk
who did take a dunk
on ferry agreed
should be place where they will feed
all of those in need
colored ferries pink
even bathroom with a sink
also missing link
would be hard to do
much attention ferry drew
began painting blue
distance seemed so short
ferry sailed from port to port
needing an escort
smelled salt in the air
ferry was beyond compare
collectors item rare
pilot in control
would be sure to save our soul (SOS)
was their greatest goal
was there we had met
on ferry where sun would set
we did get all wet
beauty all around (place always astound) (did surround)
rode ferry in Puget Sound
to home had been bound
See if you can try and out do me.
Polly Castor does an awesome job linking
up artwork with poetry. She is to be commended
should be commended
which is what we intended
way story ended
I welcome change as long as it is God breathed
Like peace turning to war, the blade is unsheathed
Like rain tending the crop, then the sun comes to ripen
For in futility we push to cause, no let God's Will happen
No aspersions cast on diligence
Just that times and seasons know our negligence
As we fail to read the signs of the times
Nothing of the moment and deed rhymes
For until time came did Christ enter Jerusalem
Though beseeched He commended not Himself to them
And when came the hour of the Son of Man to be lifted up
It was the very time to drink of His cup
None knows the day nor the hour but the Father
All knees shall at the place of bow gather
And it shall all change suddenly to eternity
To the baffle and relief of a great fraternity.
K. Muitherero.
I shall not linger, tarry, where,
Beneath the oaks, out of the glare,
I had a dog to bury, ere
I lose control, emotions flare.
Among the roots, precise, with care,
There was so little room to spare:
A cairn of rock so none would dare
To dig, to make inquiry there.
Failed him, of this I'm great aware.
At times, a bit too much to bear.
It is a tragic, sad affair,
And so I dug internment lair.
The two of us, a bonded pair.
That wondrous coat of fine black hair!
But, damn! His actions: hard to square.
With growling, fearful, narrowed stare,
Attacked an infant, small and fair;
Gave all of us an awful scare.
I vowed demise, a solemn swear.
The righteous end, and yet, beware:
'Twas grief, not vengeance, in the air,
Commended with a tearful prayer.
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(In memory of Dizzy, the devil dog, a border collie I had for about 10 years,
but had to put down when he attacked my grandson. The experience is not
recent, but the emotion is still raw after all these years)
There stood by the cross Mary his mother,
the disciple he loved, standing beside her.
“Mother here is your son.”
“John, please care for my Mum.”
So Jesus commended each to the other.
For Mothering Sunday
John 19.25-27
Citizens were upset
With the Honey Hornets set
They played dance songs
But it was all wrong
Records being abused
Scratching them when used
Stingers created a vibe
That said let the music die
Before the first forty five ended
Twilight Zone Rod should be commended
Two for Stirling
Hometown hive was swirling
Only to see another pair go by
Relegation staring bees straight in the eye
Four score
Sky Blue headed for the door
“Nice seeing you here
Will be playing for champions league cheer
In the coming year
Tabloid stuff did not work
Honesty was how we popped the cork”
Later in the day Gunners held fire
While Aston’s Villa was put on the tight wire
If this was the end to the show
Arsenal would let them know
First half saw one in
Enough for a claret blue army crucial win
This allowed a table jump
To safety over buzzing hump
No need reporting anything new
Except the canary could be dining on honey dipping stew
In the dungeon
Doing some number crunching
Asking themselves why did we go to that high profile luncheon
Where we did all the munching
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