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A Prayer Sonnet

Lord, make of me more than I am today,
make opportunities for my life to shine.
In the shadow of the cross I long to stay,
accomplishing each task that you assign.
Lord, I ask not that my path be smooth,
but help me overcome the speed bumps of life.
For the burdens I carry only YOU can soothe,
and my day

Falun Dafa Will Prevail part 3

Governments and Medias indifferent to the violence
Genocide was the price of the worlds silence 
The CCP’s slaughter is demonic and sly
The persecution of Dafa, is a historic sigh

 New Tang Dynasty's “Divine Performing Arts”
Will restore China's culture and the human heart
2006 Shen Yun was revered worldwide
Except by the CCP, their intentions couldn’t hide

“The sound of

Unforgettable

We talked a lot, we shared some dreams
My very special friend
And though you might not do the same
I'll love you 'til the end
In time the memories gather dust
Their sharpness not as fine 
Into the background fade they must
But always they'll be mine
Important though the details not
Remember I'll at will
Your smile recalled on the spot
You're unforgettable

I heard a song

I thought of you today when I heard a song – 
A pop star using “ima” like you used to do.
The memories flooding my mind were strong,

Despite it all I put on a smile and sang along.
Reminders of correcting your English for you.
I thought of you today when I heard a song.

A rap star’s lyrics

A FORCE SO POWERFUL

I didn't understand,
God was holding my hand.

I was lonely,
God was holding my hand.

I was hungry,
God was holding my hand.

I was sick,
God was holding my hand.

I was depressed,
God was holding my hand.

I was anxious,
God was holding my hand.

I was scared,
God was holding my hand.

I was bitter,
God was holding my hand.

I was regretful,
God was holding my hand.

I

Epitaph on Zenani

                         Here lies Zenani among the first rains.
                       

The Life I’ll Change

I walk through the world everyday,
Continuously wondering if my purpose is to change a life.
But what life might I be sent to change?
Will I altar the eyes of my husband when I become a wife?

Maybe if I show my mother there’s good in the world, 
She won’t be so afraid of letting me go.
Or if

One Year of You, Melissa

One Year of You, Melissa

One year ago, the stars began,  
And heaven said, "She is mine."  
A small spark, a breath so new,  
The world was brighter all for you.

Your giggles flower like morning sun,  
Your eyes, two stars that brightly shine.  
Each step you take, each sound you make,

What I Read

I once read about a middle ages warrior
Who was forced into a secret hide away.

With time on his hand, he observed an ant.
The ant continued his effort in scalling a wall.

The ant was carrying a grain of corn and made
Repeated attempts to climb the wall with the corn.

The ant failed 69 times in his most

To The Finish

Everywhere I've ever been,
Whether that place was thick or thin,

It was my desire to make it feel like home,
And not hit the road again and roam.

Everything I've ever done,
I've always desired to get it done.

Every space I've ever occupied,
Even if it did not taste like mother's apple pie,

I was motivated to fill that space with

The Promise He Had

They said he couldn't the path was too steep,
But dreams don't belong to the ones who sleep.
With fire in his heart and a storm in his eyes,
He walked through the shadows, aiming for skies.

A man on a mission, his purpose was deep,
A promise to honor, a vow he would keep.
He stumbled and fell, time after

The Benin Mask

Ivory gleams like moonlight carved into memory—
the face of Idia, Iyoba, Queen Mother of Benin,
whose spirit breathes through the silence of exile.

In 1897, they came with fire and iron,
tore open the palace of the Oba,
looted not only gold and bronze,
but the heartbeat of a people.
And still, the mask sits—
caged in London, imprisoned in New York,
while

Jewell

Jewell


JEWELL.
Precious.
Beautiful.

Grandma; safe haven.
Always knew what to do.
Her faith was deeply profound.

"Her maker guided her home."



Pyramids Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Entered: 08/15/2025

A Poet Has No Life Of Their Own

A Poet has no
life of their own
They are obsessed,
possessed by the Word- - - - -
Must follow their
Muse to wherever
it takes them
They can't become
involved with
Worldly endeavors
They are always on call
Keep their emotions
calm, in check
Have a sharp focus
as to what they're doing
Must maintain poise
and a clear head
Poetry is their passion
It keeps them 
nourished and well fed
with

Your Majestic Love

I miss you with a longing never seen before 
There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be with you 
If I was able to hold you once again 
I’d kiss you with a passion that’s deep and true 

I’d hold you as close as I possibly could 
And your soft lips I would gently kiss
Your beautiful

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