Winter chilling tribulations cannot be denied;
Nor can determination and hope that abide.
Pandemic trials and tribulations have their time,
So do the loving spiritual supports that are mine.
Though many are filled with grief in their fate,
I maintain loving trust in my ever-promised faith.
And though pandemonium and faith challenge me
Together,
There is nothing in true faith that my faithful spirit
Can’t weather:-
It’s not that I have never been through a winter of
Dreadful deep discontent;
My faith never denied me, the divine power to deal
With whatever winter sent.
For I have never lost faith in God’s promise to my soul and me
That we would weather winter’s terrible turbulent Paul-like sea;
Thus, with the present day power-mongering oppression trusted upon us,
Let us epitomize the essence of our God in whom we must place our trust.
There’s yet a winter of challenging freezing discontent, we’ve been in,
That we’ve never been unable to warrant ways to deal with what this life sends.
true feelings
concealed craftily
beneath the sheath
of saccharine psyche
fragile fantasy
of self sanguinity
fostered
by colors
of chameleon skin
spurious emotions
sprawl surreptitious
pretentiously
paraded skillfully
away from
edge of reason
epitomize deftly
camouflaged ego
Forever ignored in the confines of your void,
yet my prayers persist undeterred; unalloyed.
I smile knowing I've actualized the test once more;
the realm of my dreams, a canvas to your lore.
Truth and illusion meld to create the Shadow Queen's tapestry.
The canvas of reality itself; the lore of insanity.
In being nothing, her subjects epitomize the call.
That is silent strength and loyalty, within her kingdom's hall.
The birth of stars in cosmic skies
could life and death epitomize,
and though we’re but a dot in space,
our earthly home with azure face
might mirror all that lives and dies.
The morning rays that luminize
in shining golden lantern guise
may seem in day’s ascent to trace
the birth of stars.
For suns shall set and others rise
through midwife Mother Nature wise
who cradles all in vast embrace,
while through her everlasting grace
brings from sidereal demise
the birth of stars.
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
Some inspiration derived from: Webb Celebrates First Year of Science With Close-up on Birth of Sun-like Stars…
Butterfly Goddess,, I am in awe of your talents
of your delicate beauty and flying prowess
You exude strength and epitomize femininity
I watch you from the safety of these elm trees
Wishing I had half of your dainty delicateness
I wonder if you have spotted me, and perhaps
If you might be a bit envious of my yellow eyes
And my carnivore-friendly claws and teeth?
Awesome absolute of childhood exaltation -
Balloons embed dear youthful memories within.
Fascinating, joyful, colourful inflation,
Promise rock steady future on a thread, so thin.
Symbols of free and careless years of Truth or Dare,
As marvellous in hand as magic in the air.
Balloons epitomize a pristine paradigm -
Short stretch when we believe in "once upon a time".
January 4, 2023
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Contest: Balloons
Human Love
Precious memories obscured by time wander in his head
Fragments of a promise vowed to the woman he needed
Thoughts subcutaneously flashed minding crucial matter
Ordained hearts await to inhabit their dreams thereafter
Obstacles stealthily conceal answers from probing minds
While confidence reassures veracity measures their finds
Determined to detangle blind perceptions tenacity reigns
Impending storms can not deter hunger destiny reclaims
Anomaly is a toxic burden to ambiguities obfuscating life
Ruby denotes confusion emerald suggest free from strife
Undying devotion flaming with emotions a curative salve
Hands and fingers gently clasped epitomize human love!
Penned: 04/20/2018
Aboard cruise liner:
Vision of the Seas
True feelings concealed craftily
beneath the saccharine sheathe,
toxic fantasy of self items fostered
by the colors of chameleon skin.
Sprawling spurious emotions,
pretentiously paraded skillfully,
away from the edge of reason,
epitomize the camouflaged ego.
____________
May 29, 2022
Contest : Sentimentality
Sponsored by : Julia Ward
WILL-SLAP-ROCK
Perilous mixed up in the industry,
Troubled rumbled "situationship" tainted gentry,
epitomize a couple's open chemistry?
Oh...!!! What a timely tangle
that spangled in a world of Illuminati triangle.
Society's predicament sums up a night of quagmire
even though the story ends up ephemeral.
In betwixt the slap and Rock
was a moment with Chris and his long talk.
In betwixt Will Smith's "Oscar best actor" win,
was a comedy of errors and his open sin;
Global warming was the cheek of Chris Rock,
Oblivious of the disgrace that he couldn't duck
but had to be man enough
to receive that hot stuff,
steaming like a hot stove.
Twas like a Hollywood movie
that makes you shock, jocund or moody,
like when Mom hits you in front of your friends
and you act like it didn't hurt.
And so, "everybody hates Chris"
for cranking-up a bald joke about Jada Smith
but missed the moment Will noticed Jada wasn't having it
and had to slap Chris Rock for it,
just to make up for laughing so hard in a bit.
And just like that in one hour half,
this saga was passed around more than his wife.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©March 28th, 2022.
Winter chilling tribulations cannot be denied;
Nor can determination and hope that abides.
Pandemic trials and tribulations have their time,
So do the loving spiritual supports that are mine.
Though many are filled with grief in their fate,
I maintain loving trust in my ever-promised faith.
And though pandemonium and faith challenge me
Together,
There is nothing in true faith that my faithful spirit
Can’t weather:-
It’s not that I have never been through a winter of
Dreadful deep discontent;
My faith never denied me, the divine power to deal
With whatever winter sent.
For I have never lost faith in God’s promise to my soul and me
That we would weather winter’s terrible turbulent Paul-like sea;
Thus, with the fake Greek-Covid god and goddess trust upon us,
Let us epitomize the essence of our God in whom we place our trust.
There’s yet a winter of challenging freezing discontent—we’ve been in—
That we’ve wondered what warrants ways to deal with what this life sends.
Their delicate nature entices me to try harder
to stare into their translucence and see their souls
They speak to me from a variety of places
They are the opals, and they epitomize imagination
I wear them cheerfully, understanding their need
To show off their full power, and to enhance mine.
They make me bold, wittier, more effervescent.
They are the opals, and they surround a band I wear daily
enhancing a beautiful pear-shaped blue aquamarine
I have loved them forever, my jewelry box is a reflection of this
Oklahoma City Bombing
25th anniversary
9:02
April 19, 1995
April 19, 2020
Written: By Tom Wright
I only hear the silence as I stride,
twixt granite chairs neatly set in rows.
The 168 chairs epitomize each life,
now neath a sea of grass that grows.
Today my psyche visits this place,
albeit, here, their Spirits do not rest.
However, a Monument and Reflection pool,
usher memories, as if at their behest.
Still I visualize a chain link fence,
with images, blossoms, pandas and such.
A transitory memorial that reaches out,
to asphyxiated lives, as if to touch.
For certain, I dare not challenge,
the eternal rest, of those who sleep.
But pausing at each chair, in silence,
I recall this day's events and weep.
I would to God, that casualties,
could discern today, my thoughts about.
Then from the quiescence of this place,
would emerge an angelic shout.
For I tire of silence.
Always in the limelight
Cheerful and bright
I find you as wonderful
As you are bountiful
Yellow dots swaggered
Here and there scattered
Like a child’s laughter
You epitomize summer
Dandelions wild and free
You are beautiful to me
AP: 3rd place, 3rd place 2020
Submitted on October 27, 2018 for contest OVERLOOKED BEAUTY sponsored by JESSE ROWE - RANKED 8TH
Love. How precious is it?
Babies die from lack of it.
Children crave it more than food.
Dogs epitomize it, named after God.
Love.
It is the key to bringing babies to earth.
Even if a child is not created in an attitude of love,
By the time they get here, a mother has usually started to love them.
Hopefully, because babies know, and unloved babies die.
Love. Precious love. More precious than gold, silver, or anything tangible you can hold in your hand
Because love is held in your soul, way down deep in the recesses of your heart folds.
Love which is more important than air or water or food, is the most precious gift of all.
This is the reason we choose to come to earth, to teach others how to love.
We cannot teach anyone how to do anything without love.
It is the universal truth, and the best teacher of all.
Love. Precious love.
"Sticks and stones may break our bones,
But like new, they'll mend and heal.
Words can break our hearts and spirits,
Leaving wounds beyond repeal."
Remember, use some thought and care
Before thy swords unsheathe;
Review thy weapons carefully
Before you thrust, bequeath.
Words can so elate us,
Bring joys without measure,
Cradling us in Love and kindness,
Become our cherished treasure.
But words can epitomize
Deep chasms of despair,
Chisel away our hearts and souls,
Causing pain we cannot bear.
So, let's remember this.
For the targets that we seek,
Choose our words more wisely
And think before we speak.
"The careless aim of a thoughtless tongue
Can deeply wound an innocent one."
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2007-03-26 All rights reserved.
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