Endowed with life that’s blest, my heart does glow
as joys flow midst thanks’ zest
to share love of peaceful crest
while praising God*, doing best.
*Psalms 103:2 Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits.
June 22, 2025
Honorable Mention, "Straight One-Rhymed Englyn" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney; judged on 7/16/2025
A new version
Another chapter to rewrite
A new start
Another year, 2025 to be accurate
A new page and more awareness
Another chance to correct and recreate.
A year of possibilities
If only you begin
I'll rejoice and be glad
For the gift of life
Many didn't make it
Didn't lost any family or friends
Glory to the giver of life and more.
Gratitude the song
I'll always sing
Unlimited edition
Fearlessly I'll thrive
Never to let anything limit me
I pray this year endowed us not humble us.
should see starter home
seemed so small but just enough
which they still live in
apartments for poor
all of them had slate sliding
which they still live in
fight for a union
discriminate against them
sad state of affairs
feel deeply about
God who we all believe in
will show us the way
we were with a crowd
encountered being endowed
which we had allowed
This kind of is an example
of our state of affairs for
those who cares while
tempting and dares.
Kelogb (6-7-6)
Your works make my hand smiles
With your pure winks much worthwhile
My thoughts do travel miles
It’s long I last bowed
To the Adjudged Endowed;
Long I had vowed
To boycott any crowed
With voices irksomely loud
Or purposely proud
Which often got me cowed
Of feel “The Ploughed”
Or my peace disallowed.
The choice should be a Man’s
To idolize the Endowed
Or kick-start juicy plans
To ascend to some cloud
And from there govern The Proud
Or down throw to The Endowed
The message of “Overtaking Allowed”.
So, it’s ‘A choice to bow or not’
Depending on what you’ve got.
RIVER
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My trail comes to face a wide river
With no bridges to be seen under these
evergreens —
Outdoing one another in height.
No rustling leaves underfoot:
The pines let fall their needles
For years and years, so
I walk over a padded bed of silence
Laid thick upon the earth,
softly, light browns beside
The sparkling…gurgling…never-to-end
Swooshing bustle-rush of the river’s
Blue flowing full with divine signs,
gifts, I am meant
To mark this spot, stop where I stand
Of a glance endowed with inspiration
From nature’s lit beauty
I will paint fast in memory.
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(c) sally ypung Eslinger 12/21/2
Thanks be to God
There was a young queen who wanted a king
Would be scandalous if she had a fling
The needy royal chick
Gave her ruling real quick
When she saw Sir Studley's well-endowed 'thing'
The Queen took matters into her own hands
Making sure he'd agree to her demands
You must give me pleasure
And serve at my leisure
King Studley rises when the Queen commands
February 28, 2021
Two Limericks Contest
Sponsor ~ Tania Kitchin
Today is a yellow day
everything is so blaze’
I’m sure to have my way
If I don’t have much to say.
We snip, we snarl then
it’s makeup time.
The next few moments
are so sublime.
The trees fly by stately
in their own way.
I’m sure if they could talk
they’d have a lot to say.
Oh, this new highway
already in need of repair.
Their heavy load indeed
a loathsome burden I swear.
I see the farms have
already been plowed
the fruits of labor
always well endowed.
Another trip goes down in history
another poem get writ by me
and the world goes round just as before
yet changed, different forever more.
Charles G. Henderson
Feb. 25, 2020
Indebted to pride,
Paid unceasingly,
Dutiful visits,
Souls of conviction,
Undaunted revived.
Call the humane,
Hail the advanced,
Hence well cultured,
Chivalrous realm.
Perfect stretch,
Sound advice,
Picture sharp.
Humble,
Noble.
Blest.
2019 December 21
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God-endowed, heavenly wealth*, I’m possessing!
With His eternal riches as channels for progressing,
I’m giving cheerfully and for His work, advancing.
Yes, I’m called to follow my Master’s His divine procedures
Being led by His voice away from path that injures!
With His ready warnings against worldly vultures.
*Ecclesiastes 5:19 Every man also to whom God hath given riches and wealth, and hath given him power to eat thereof, and to take his portion, and to rejoice in his labour; this is the gift of God.
April 17, 2019
Trump The Most Endowed
Trump does think he is the most endowed,
When compared to all others in his crowd,
He was estranged,
While disarranged,
And they like him are obnoxious and loud.
Jim Horn
Trump Dumber Than Doormat
Trump is definitely dumber than a doormat,
And he has a difficult time trading tit for tat;
And did absconce,
Appropriate response;
Suffered indigested from bacon with the fat.
Jim Horn
Listening To Good Morning Joe Show
Am hearing great Good Morning Joe Show,
About Trump, who on us became big blow,
Pain of course;
Horrible horse,
And party for Putin then decided to throw.
Jim Horn
Putin Became Common Thug
They described Putin as a common thug;
Would screw things up and push and tug,
Face placid,
Then flipped lid,
And a hole for himself he eventually dug.
Jim Horn
God Had Been Telling Me
God had been telling me from the beginning,
The more and more I am sinning and sinning,
As of late,
A new fate;
In case you have not noticed hair is thinning.
Jim Horn
Mike Gentile claims he's well endowed,
How lucky, no wonder he's proud
My poor neighbour Rodger -
he's got a small todger,
oops sorry I said that out loud!
Inspired by Mike Gentiles poem 'well endowed' www.poetrysoup.com/poem/well_endowed_1034039
Poem posted with kind permission of Mike
6/22/18
Now that I have your attention
My poem shall begin
Knowing I am blessed today
Feeling it within
Realizing clouds I see
Though blocking out the sun
Offer comfort of the shade
When life is overrun
Expecting that I’ll make it
In tune with cosmos’ song
Given the most precious gift
Well endowed and strong
Grateful to be living
Happiness at hand
Thankful to the universe
For all at my command
The owl can see with wide and narrow view
Focuses both poets and artists knew.
The broad sweep on the canvas makes a place
Where details and designs can have their space.
What God endowed the owl with such excess;
When all her progeny enjoy such bliss?
I think, where is the snake with frightening hiss?
What startling accident created this?
Eagles,hawks and owls must kill to eat.
No blandishments nor kindness make them sweet.
What God could make an Eden this deceit;
Where lambs are snatched up while their mothers bleat
So God himself destroys to fill his leisure;
Such fearsome revelations show his measure.
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