A world stabilized by signature
Completed comprehension of letters
Leaving of all accounted
To begin work without support
Endowing the mind of all alive
Without distraction
The treasury note
Bill is paid
I spoke nothing in tongues
Check is written forth
Before failure begins a new
Annuity is gained interest from slovenly designed
Augment of an unhoused mind
Redaction of treasury note
Labor has de fine as wage
Add of time in coursed labor
Constriction of appendage is resignation
Stranded midway, my path is
strewn with thistles and thorns.
When turbulence rocks my life,
I lift my eyes Heavenwards,
and beseech- ‘Lord, piolet me’!
When tempests toss my vessel,
l pray- ‘Hold my hand’.
When heartaches leave deep scars,
wish, you come with solace,
showing an exuberance of kindness.
Help me face each day,
endowing me with your grace.
Lord, fill me with love,
to share it with others.
This is all I implore.
Night sleeps beautiful soul
So the night wakes;
Our Father places you, asleep;
Sleep heavenly, Beloved;
I'll see you in the New Day dawning;
As you're sleeping this very, moment
May our father's anointing;
Cover you cascade endowing, you;
His righteousness endowing you;
Beloved soul, heart is gold
Sleep Daughter in your covering;
Be Daughter what He's calling, you;
And when you're Awaken, on His New Day Dawn;
Stand on Our Father's Peace, Joy and Love
I speak life abundance to you;
soul precious beautiful, night sleeps bright the Father's Daughter
Night sleeps His beautiful soul;
So the night wakes
Our Father places you asleep
Sleep heavenly "beloved"
I'll see you in the new day dawning
As you're sleeping this very moment
May our Father's anointing
Cover you cascade and endowing you
Beloved soul heart is gold
Sleep daughter in your covering
Be daughter what HE'S calling you
And when you're awaken
On His New Day Dawn
Staying in our Father's peace joy and love
I speak life abundance to you
so soul precious beautiful night sleeps Beautiful soul
6/8/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
“The streams are in my veins”
quote from the sponsor
Guided
Through the ages
Endowing the future
An heir aroused by sage wisdom
Ancestral blood pumps and streams through my veins
A pulsating rhythm from the heart
through life’s restless currents,
A destiny
Guided
Date: August 5, 2022
For: Let your muse be inspired ~ R form poetry contest
Sponsored by: Constance LaFrance
Form: Rictameter
Syllables verified on howmanysyllables.com
Placed 2nd in contest
"The high elves revel," seer would say
in forests dark till dawns golden array
Weaving a spell through nature's lush green
anointing her yew is their nightly routine
Blessing blue ash within its roots they ground
a plethora of currency, for the king, has been crowned
Endowing hazel with a brown bounty of fruit
then carving from her branches magical flutes
Resting awhile in the strong arms of an oak
clipping some acorns to feed their four-legged folk
Returning to the hawthorn on white horses they prance
withdrawing into the shadows until moon casts her glance
We often,
Accuse you, oh life,
For
Being heartless and vicious
Reality
But
Rarely find time to thank you
For
Endowing us with the Lord's
Spirituality!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 September 2021
Mother Nature's magnificent, all know:
when spring imbues new life, year after year,
rays of gold feed the land, and the plants grow
so that all of earth in this hemisphere,
from east to west, again vibrate and flow
with verdant grandeur that mortal men fear.
As earliest men draw their breath in awe
of Nature's ancient majesty and source,
from the beginning of time, as by law,
the seasons take their predetermined course;
and, as relentless as an iron paw,
renew the earth with life-endowing force!
So, if the handiwork of Mother Nature
be so magnificent and grandiose,
let her then be man's benevolent teacher
so she may instruct, enjoin, and enclose
them as faithful stewards: and then may feature
her fearful powers to them in cool repose.
“I think I know why the ocean flows”
obeying the lunar call
and where in the cold the robin goes
by the end of fall.
I think I know why time does fly
when you are having fun
and also, why it drags on by
when you’re the only one.
I think I know why poets pen
their lyrical sweet rhymes,
with the gift endowing them
to beautify the times.
I think I know how people feel
when they obtain their dreams.
What they wanted is now real,
not fantasy it seems.
I think I know what life’s about
and truly what it’s not.
I’ve been here and I’ve found out
be glad for what you’ve got.
4/24/20
“I think I know why the ocean flows” - From the poem, I think I know why the ocean flows. by Vijay Pandit
Wishing you and yours
a magical day
a fantastical flute
a paisley bandana
an owl with a hoot
Yearning in cosmic dreams
a mystical forest
a well-endowed fairy
an empathetic pixie
brown cow from a dairy
Being delicate and wistful
on this heavenly path
to your angels be true
sainted in renown places
Honoring your loved ones, especially you
Believing in your dreams and your significant hopes
loving make believe stories
endowing your family with life at her best
living your romantical truth
a marvelous, magical test
Quest
For years long I espoused the bedlam in my beneath
I quest the solitary
The more close I endured; the arouse of ignition was more
This is an unacquainted fervour
I never encountered; neither I will surrender
I owe it to my breathe, my flesh and my wisdom
And I had no grip to iniquities and itches
Like how sand slips from hand
The bedlam denned in myself
If the warmth of love quest the path
Render my longevous throes and miseries
If the incessant gaze of lover quest the pearl
Pierce my heart and reign
If the bravery of combatant quest the combat
History chisel my fearlessness cruor
Is it the hurricane or the tremor; it is uncharted to me
And the tempest in my core,
It does keep bellowing
I don't the know the word
I am not adept in scripting it either
I must apologize for disturbing and disbalancing my vehemence
And awakening the equilibrium
Endowing justice to my robust turmoil
Whether it is a bedlam or a quest...
God has place glitter from the stars into your eyes
Reflecting His glory and grace, Your taste of honey
From the bees of life sweetens my days.
These eyes of emerald green with a soft glittering look
Entice these emotions of love, lips endowing freedom
Wanting to be touched lush with rich color of crimson.
Describing you becomes a dream come true for no
Other is like you, hair floats though a light wind catching
The sun on fire you have become my desire.
I thirst for your voice with such melody with tune my ears await,
With a walk that sways under a moonlit night while
Teasing the sand with your toes, the ocean moves in then out
As if it wonders which ocean song to sing, the moon lifts you up
Into the sky then gently places you in my arms as it sings. You have become
My days and my nights forever there will be a place for you
In My Heart
In the agonizing sightlessness of the dark,
she crawls to regain her consciousness
and balance the scales where two minds
live inside her very core...one defiant, livid
with a sudden vile anger flung unto beloved kin--
The other granting joy's luster through her
kind nature, endowing an essence rosy
as morning petals-- oh cheerful, vigorous
amid the outburst of rain.
Until she swings like a pendulum, ghastly
once more, tearing hours into unbearable screams...
at fault is the one charged of insolence,
while her half-part shrinks behind a dainty veil
But that makes two of them ,
one face ripping the other...muddled, desperate
in life's torment uncertain if she
is dangling back and forth where mother moon
leads the way to the path of soundness, graciously.
Maureen McGreavy's The I of the Storm
12/5/2018
Inaugurated by colors of autumn
and closed with flurries of snow,
on the calendar, it reigns as queen.
Frost is its silver companion,
transforming nature—
signaling transition and rest.
Roots withhold nutrients
and petals fall next to leaves,
to be swept away by northern winds.
Farmer’s fields lay bare
following harvest,
prepared for winter’s blanket.
Hearts, filled with gratitude,
overflow with expressions
reserved for this special month.
November’s glory introduces
a holiday season endowing society
with generosity and love.
by Gerald E. Greene
Copyright 2018, All Rights Reserved
Six days of work for the Master Artist,
creating a universe, bestowing life.
After looking back on His outline,
God colored emotions for Adam and his wife.
Between His sketches of sea and sky,
Blue hues He chose, endowing serenity.
He awakened nature’s forests with strokes of green,
employing earth tones to convey humility.
Red and yellow flowers He painted to bring joy;
white clouds in the heavens added purity.
Rainbow tints filled God’s world with emotions,
leaving no colors in obscurity.
Before one final act, He debated “free will,”
so desirous that each human life form
be welcome in His eternal kingdom.
But no one, He decided, should be forced to conform.
Material things God created en masse
were mere outlines with possibilities.
To make life worth living, He continued day seven,
giving man love, joy and merciful abilities.
*October 24, 2018
For Curtis Moorman’s contest: “What Did God Do on the Seventh Day?”
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