A Jaw biopsy was done to determine the issue,
The Doctors first response “looks like scar tissue”.
His next question was, “have you ever been hit on the Jaw”?
In an attempt to be funny my response brought no hurrah,
“Yes, I have on a few occasions, hit a fist with my face”,
when endeavoring to put another, in what I thought, was his place.
From the lab I waited three days, then came my answer.
The Doctor quickly said Tom “You have Parotid Gland cancer”.
So cancer became the match that would set my fields on fire,
I sought the face of Jesus and once more I could easily respire.
In faith I asked Jesus, i believed, and confessed my sin,
and at that moment I felt forgiven and became born again.
Now many years and speed bumps later I still grasp his hand,
Jesus is still my captain and I’m still under his command.
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Inspired by the fact that Stevie Wonder is a blind musician, yet has never been impeded by his disability to achieve, here am I… persisting to do my best to help my special child attain triumphant milestones.
Ascending amidst impossibility's attacking angst
Bravery blossoms, boasting of blessings
Cleaving to commitment with clarity
Defying despair, disability-distress…
Endeavoring with exhorting excitement exuberantly
Faith toward fruition freely fuels fulfillment for
God guards and guides by His grace…
Hoisting with hope, healing heralds healthiness
Inspiring against infirmities toward what's impossible* to impart impactful
Joy so jubilant to fulfill tasks in life’s journey despite jeering jury…
Kindled with kindness...
Loving my special child toward his liberation
Maximized by milestones, magnify mercy with miracles...
Not and never impossible through the Lord Who nourishes and nurtures.
*Luke 1:37 For with God nothing shall be impossible.
April 11, 2025
1st place, "Stevie Wonder" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Karen Jones; judged on 4/16/2025
Never knew senses could deceive until now,
seeing a bright I scurry .
Nirvana makes my imagination go mere gesture.
where I lay unaware of raucous voice ,
Is this the locus?
A dear face I recognize,
charming as allure itself .
I believed as we cross paths again,
wonder gets my most reflecting how u did.
My dear, embrace me as first-ever.
Must I realize my sureness taking over,
as my prime fancy fulfills.
Shall we never be alone anew, strangled?
I shall yield to the choice you deem fit.
If you harmonize ,
let's reborn in heartbound household,
let's fly to the moon playing with stellas,
gazing on how it pours on distant barras.
Pretty, fill me with fine,
tipple from my within.
Leave us singing forevermore,
hands clasped vowing never again.
Then dawn on me from coma,
the mumbling voices ne'er fading.
As I realize my stifle ill-fated,
Finds me dolorously endeavoring.
All the faith washes away ,
my precious wait for me a bit longer,
I lost.
there was a day
when I did fly
over patchwork fields
in cloudless sky
and I did marvel
and wonder then
what I did seek
Within the sky
on open road
I did race
with roaring engine
to someplace
past farmers’ fields
over mountain’s high
stopping not
just traveling by
and now I sit
in dark of night
in the endless thoughts
and I wonder why
so many things
and places a far
endeavoring have I
yet but why
as I reflect
and within my thoughts
seek to un-pick
the tapestry
what did I seek
or simply flee
what was the meanings
was there a reason why
as dawn breaks
as through window I gaze
and people race by
into another day
what purpose have they
unto what do they go
do their lives have meaning
or just simply be
is just today
just another day
where I do wonder
and wonder why
where would I go
and what would I seek
will I find meaning
or simply be
Written by k2h
Kvg Owen Hamalala
@2020
Looking for a fresh page
Embracing the new age
Seeking for a fresh start
Tearing my past apart
Taking off my old chains
Hoping all is not in vain
Fighting daily to gain
Trying again and again
Overlooking the pain
Struggling to attain
Endeavoring to sustain
Pushing myself so far
Targeting to reach far
Reaching out for stars
Wishing on shooting stars
Climbing into the clouds
Ignoring all the doubts
Knowing what counts
Pulling of all the stunts
Forgetting all my fears
Whipping down the tears
Smiling through the years
Achieving what I could
By the gray rivers flowing, the recently revived,
bob along like Champaign corks in the swift current.
The dead always pop too soon,
even when
you pull their corks with long lamentations.
The fizz-fuse keeps burning.
Morning finds them on-going,
restored and drifting among the detritus
of our own sad endings.
They are not ghosts, you gave them names,
but they do not answer when you call.
They instead, bump against the riverbanks
endeavoring to once again, come ashore.
There's an aphotic place; found within my percipience
Endeavoring; I will face it past, present, future-tense
My hope is that its destination; is evanescence
Support in overcoming it, you; will my persistence
As everything is rising to a convergence
May that one percent; never find its resurgence
Absence as I hear them calling
Broken as I feel them falling
Cardiac as it's stalling
Darkness has me crawling
Endeavoring to its installing
Fevered by enthralling
Giving into it appalling
Heartfelt gifts sprawling
Individual love is worth mauling
Jointly our worth is stalling
Kissing my lips, befalling
Loving her, a load I'm hauling
Missing us forever recalling
No joy in finding the end
Openness only serves to offend
Patience is just pretend
Quietly wanting more than a friend
Reliving does not allow us to transcend
Seeking solutions, don't bend
Time there's none left to extend
Unbelievably easy to condescend
Viciousness has no way to amend
Wanting left no desire to attend
Xenomorphic this relationships bookend
You had every chance girlfriend
Zero desire is left to be penned
A Forms And Words Challenge Poetry Contest
20th February 2023
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
When we first saw Columbus;
his sea-bowed legs were struggling ashore;
us natives looked upon that unhealthy guy,
that marinated mariner who brought
news of garlic and olive oil to the unsuspecting,
both of which we natives had no use for.
Then it was that we envisioned as if in a dream
that natives should never, could never
forgive him for the insidious spread of Italian broccoli.
Thus we made war upon the brownish white men,
endeavoring earnestly to place an embargo
on any more useless imports.
No use!
Salesmen traveled all over our hunting grounds
offering yet more pizza ingredients.
The Spanish (long before Columbus Day),
had left pigs and horses for us Indians
for which we were most grateful,
and so we forgave
the genocidal aspirations of the conquistadors,
but broccoli was the absolute last straw,
and so we reigned terror
upon many a city statue of his likeness
and his pervasive, belligerent
garlic-breath.
*Image of Vulnerability by The Conversation.
Coma
Endeavoring eyes opened
to the nothingness ere it.
Harkening labyrinths aches
to the silence yond.
Alone spoke I and
loneliness echoed
in faint whispers.
There remains
a trace of me
airing silently
the breath of
belonging.
Inspired: 2022 March 28
*7th Place*
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4
~~Mark Toney: Judged 2022 June 25
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND 1098
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 30
I was incapable of embracing the darkness
Before I walked the light
A midst my mighty covering
I am endowed and endeavoring
I was unable to hear through my eyes
But yet I could see in the dark
I am embraced by the hands of a mighty God
He surrounds me covers me
He sends his angels with their wings
To help me fly away above my dreams and everything
This is why I sing
I amidst my mighty covering
3/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
What would deem biding our critical concern?
What tolerably deep association would we learn?
Is it fair to firmly assert we utterly understand?
What has loomed and shielded stiff mend?
Do we promptly make every second count?
Is it sprung to say we are doomed to idly die to flout?
Heed the placid quiddity we are endeavoring.
It is drifting us by, oblivious of our lone value levering.
Is it genuine that these requests typically exist?
Because of the way that nobody can be sure?
They overshadow you like a goliath can desist.
It's unsatisfactory what the disposals efficiently are.
The vista is sorrowful, and the future looks bleak.
We expect a required course yet lack the will to seek.
Written: December 12, 2021
I stir, accusing the moving toward sunlight.
A day loaded up with musings on the gunfight.
It's been a day brimming with unconventionality.
I sustain on hammering against things in my memory.
As yet lying, endeavoring courageously to feel at peace.
I'm frightened to exist in a condition of entreats.
Indeed, even depression can't communicate the sensation.
Or where pride is by all accounts going in the proper position.
My giggling is an impression of my dread.
Somewhere inside, my eyes motivate mend.
It passes on a troubling feeling of melancholy.
I put on a glowing face to conceal my anxiety.
Euphoria is startling in my universe.
I'm a tree in the ocean or even worse.
Written: October 1st, 2021
Endeavoring to earn a needle in a high stack.
Such a story could be said to be pebbly.
I'd admire to be by a moving plane slack.
Step onward to the top mark of the mountain.
To discover Paradise, I'll sail the ocean.
Then, the matchless clock began to strike badly.
However, I hide behind a delicate, humble fiction.
Lose all resources totally in a fantasy yack.
Written: August 27, 2021
Rhyme: A/B/A/C/C/B/C/A.
Lord, as we display heartfelt, honest appreciation
on this day, we honor You - the Spokesman of all creation.
Help us recognize You, the Only One Who knows what’s best;
Help us realize Your Life brings joy and peace to the test.
While Earth, Satan and sinners remain
we’ll face trials daily in every domain.
Your Love is our blessed Hope, You reign.
Endeavoring pain, we grasp well-being.
We know real Liberty, Your Spirit’s freeing
expressing our faith in Your firm overseeing.
Lord, help us study Your Word to keep our spirits aligned.
Help us spread Your Light that gleams within our mind.
Help us strip ourselves of wanting man’s favor,
Lord, we worship You, best, and love our neighbor.
May 3, 2021
written to honor this year's National Day of Prayer
the theme was Lord, pour out your Life, Love and Liberty.
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