With selfishness that had rotted my soul
Along foul stench of decay-causing pride
Succumbing to shame midst grievous defeat
For Christ’s blessed pardon, I humbly cried.
Midst unconfessed iniquities, heart fails
As vows toward holy striving lose might
Cognizant of transgressions’ stinking molds
I seek the Saviour’s light to do what’s right.
Admitting my own human nature flaws
Exposing debilities and defects
I beseech God for sanctifying grace
To be cleansed from every sin that infects.
Grateful to the Lord’s preserving* mercy
My spirit persists to fight decay signs
Anchored by His ever-enduring strength
In exuding sweet smell by truth guidelines.
*2Timothy 4:18 And the Lord shall deliver me from every evil work, and will preserve me unto his heavenly kingdom: to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.
September 26, 2020
4th place, "Writing Challenge - Decay-Quatrain Form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/29/2020.
Categories:
debilities, character, christian, emotions, faith,
Form: Quatrain
A beacon so true
Brigand beyond the blue
A harbinger, a clue
Voice with hope to imbue
A brighter, hopeful day
A light to make headway
A guide; a mainstay
To illuminate my pathway
A teacher to instruct in mundane activities
A politician to educate on urbane civilities
A preacher to warn of vice and banalities
A doctor to cure all diseases and debilities
Wisdom to learn when mentor's fail
Integrity to serve when statesmen flail
Virtue to live righteously when sermons are stale
Prayer to comfort when physician's medicine cannot avail
Categories:
debilities, hope
Form: Sonnet
Gulped in the morning or sipped at night,
For a host of debilities the doc says they’re right.
From consomme to Bovril and the dark marmite,
Even in your twilight years make you feel like a sprite.
Is it their viscosity that makes them the priority?
Or do they get us all pepped up and sometimes too naughty?
Drunk from a bowl or some broken cup;
Mother says they keep your spirits and your chin too up.
You can have them cold or real steaming hot,
Of the whole lot of liquids they’re a nourishing lot.
Thin or thick? If had in the nick,
Could save you from tiredness or falling too sick.
Ganished with macedoine, brunoise or the good old fried egg,
Make them your staple, you’ll sure shake a leg.
-Prince Freakasso
(Painter & Poet)
Categories:
debilities, health
Form: Limerick