I call upon the Father
I just spoke meaningful words
Voiced communications in joy,
So pleasant, harmonious, Ahh! sweet sounds
Unfolds joyously verses words
Sweet nectar verbs as I thank God
mummify my nature
our youthful nightshade
of baptist bitterroot
again , I am godlike
from a brandy cauldron
always devout .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
Imposing luscious full moon dominates.
Much like a perfect midnight cathedral setting.
The devout are in awe.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
The devout, at their core, are poets,
Sailing on seas of faith, with no formulas.
In sacred books, their dreams are reflected,
In a world where mystery and the divine meet.
They dance to the verses of prayers and psalms,
In search of answers, with souls in their palms.
In the temple of the heart, they weave their dreams,
Where stars are angels, and the sky writes poems.
In each ritual, a verse is born,
In every song, a story is woven.
They see the divine in every falling leaf,
And hear the music of the heavens in every step they take.
Life's mystery, to them, is endless poetry,
A journey where the soul rises, unbroken.
The devout, at their core, are poets,
Living in a world where faith and art intertwine.
In potted hills Finnish
Cauldrons run quips losing custard!
Vanquished serpents necking
Lounging cretons lavish
Tasking tisks
Mirroled bounce
Hinde bounding exiles
Worrisome kneels condensing bonnet?
Will and either knawlings
Coffered
Loave of Samson
Reason less below her faults
French horror?
Recalcitrant!
Peachy it shall be,
Preaching beyond choirs devout,
Guide all souls to Light....
The devout words coming out of my mouth
distil the reverent echo of the sanctified soul.
My devoted plea opens portals of supreme spirit
where I discover the accepting arms of the Lord.
You kindle the consoling candle of salvation,
show me the nirvanic light in dark alley of strife,
give me the strength to boldly bear till the end
the pernicious pangs of the tormented life.
Oh, Lord, my humble words of deep dedication
flow from the pious core of my meditating heart.
I pray, hold me in benign arms of divine redemption
when the destined bell will toll for me to depart.
If it had been up to me I'd have chosen an Italian family.
I crave their warmth and affection, no snide judgment and rejection,
an Italian family.
We'd live by the sea. Aunts and Uncles, Grandmas too, lots of hands
to cook for you, an Italian family.
The women are beautiful as can be, their skin gets dark so naturally,
an Italian family.
Aunt Leona, Uncle Lou, so much family there for you, an Italian family.
We'd be Catholic no doubt, open hearted and devout, an Italian family.
Some times emotions might flare but our love would permeate the air,
an Italian family.
It's rather late now for me and this is just a fantasy, my Italian family.
did become devout
always God will think about
never any doubt
A muslim spotted with intoxicating wine
A Muslim was spotted with intoxicating wine.
Now, his fantastic job is hanging on the line!
His crashing heart more to the left incline:
A disturbing wish to have this settled with paid fine,
A devout Muslim with a Family of Nine!
Round his poor neck all clustering to dine…
Visibly, a drowning man permitted only salty brine,
For having himself submitted to Ethanol’s Twine,
Forgetful of Devious Devil and the evils he’d design
Over this to pine
And the reality that his job is now mine
And wherever he should, my lucky Christian name sign!
I wish to love you, like the moth for the light,
Flickering your fire and ending on its heat.
I will shed my soft wings before your might
And embrace the grace, melting at your feet.
While the seasons refine, again my wings will sprout
And then with intense love, I will fly around.
Hear my little jingle, Oh! God I devout
If many lives given, on your candle I inbound.
Eighth Place in Your fave poem 2020 not written for a contest Poetry Contest sponsored by John Hamilton
FisherMan AKKINA A Devout Woman by James Edward Lee Sr.
Whose to say only
Only fishermen are men
Whose to pray for
I know of a divine fisher-girl
No, I mean Woman of God
A fisher of men
She'll give her prayers for them...
God's daughter, blessing to her family
Above the slaughter
Righteousness taught her
Cast her lots, beneath the waters
Be beyond callers
She is fishing with her own destiny
She's above the oceans and seas
Ahh!! yes and she believes, believes
In angels fishings
Yes, angels fishing
Everyone lend a hand
She has cast her line,
Threw her net out
Oh! what a devout Woman of God
Quite a fisherman
God's woman
A devout woman
of fishing of men
God send, SUCH A BLESSING
AKKINA
12/02/17
from anthology "God's Children New Poets, Poems and New Friends 2"
Vicar of the woods,
Congregation of cedars:
Nature’s revival.
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