Let the Hope of Glory rise,
Burning bright within our skies.
That which once was dry shall live,
Breathing in the life He'll give.
The keys of change are now in hand,
Don’t leave your dreams in a distant land.
Hopes and vaults from the past release -
For this new season brings strength and peace.
New strength, new joy, now fill the air,
God's mighty move is everywhere.
Here in this land His Glory waves abide,
Swift and wide, they will not hide.
All the world shall see Him send
His Blood gates flowing without end.
Let it pour where need is great,
In body, soul, and spirit’s state.
Chains will break and hearts revive,
Our gifts and dreams will come alive.
Creativity rise in vibrant glow -
The Lord ignites what once lay low.
Now is the time to seek His face,
Engage and feel His heavenly gaze.
Ask Him to train, equip, and guide,
With faith and vision at your side.
Revelation, direction too,
For days ahead, He talks with you.
Listen close, to His gentle voice which is so near,
To reach our expected end, so true and clear.
Categories:
expected, hope, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Lee’s attitude was forever sanguine
optimism swirled out of her
her rosy joy filled stadiums
she expected everyone’s best
we always gave it to her
living up to her ideals
never wanting to disappoint her
Categories:
expected, woman,
Form: Free verse
a child's kite
lifted by the breeze
as expected
Categories:
expected, child, wind,
Form: Senryu
We oft expect of others,
In most given situations,
What we ourselves would do,
For it's our inclination,
To think that we are all the same,
So we think they would do,
The same as we if we should find,
Ourselves in those same shoes.
So when we suspect another,
Of some skullduggery,
Or we look down on someone,
And think debauchery,
Because they made in innocence,
A picturesque remark,
That we perchance misunderstood,
And we decided to embark,
On a mental journey,
To the land of fantasy,
Imagining the things they did,
And we begin romancing,
Evil thoughts within our minds,
That have no ground at all,
Except within our fertile mind,
Where Satan has a ball.
Categories:
expected, hate,
Form: Quatrain
A new son was coming
Millions of people were praising
God for answering their million prayers
He grew up and became useful to communities
Respectful, peaceful and humble
Ruler who was with more love for people.
April 6 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
expected, 12th grade, appreciation, father
Form: Rhyme
"The Expected"
The writing was on the wall
the eraser like a sparkler
annihilated every naysayer
words not required
for such a blind date
He da main player
records kept
for reviewing later
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
expected, muse, mystery,
Form: Narrative
how quickly life can change
suddenly out of options
out of time
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
expected, change, life, time, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
I have Already past 60
now it pleases me
bow to wisdom
of those who secure
that it will rain
and that will it deliver me
sweet memories from
the one I loved so much...
are memories
from 30 years ago
when in the green years
I threw myself to love !
I am glad to realize
that the rain turns,
even if she does not come together !
Categories:
expected, allegory, allusion, emotions, memory,
Form: Light Verse
I loved her so much;
I pressed softly
on the button of her heart
and stood patiently
for the gate to the Eden to open wide
but a Hell was inside
Categories:
expected, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
Expected to breathe and expected to grow.
Expected to love unconditionally on the one way street flow.
Expected to pay homage for the life you’ve been given.
Expected to succeed but never clearly driven.
Expected to rise but demanded to fall.
Expected to think within the box of someone else’s thoughts or not at all.
Expected to produce life so that they can have it all.
Expected to love but never more than the route from the womb.
Expected to obey even with the decisions of fools.
Expected.
Categories:
expected, absence, betrayal, care, child,
Form: Free verse
I was expecting wild red gypsy hair.
She was older, balding, sprinkles of gray hair.
I figured she would have an elaborate silk cloth, gypsy robes.
She was dressed in a pink T-shirt, and blue jeans.
Would she start with runes? Tarot? Palmistry?
None of these props seemed to be available.
May I take your hand? She asked. Her voice was gentle.
No dancing, no tambourine, no crystal ball, nothing.
Her touch was warm, soft. You have a kind heart, she said.
This is exactly what I was thinking about her.
You don’t need me, she told me. You could do this yourself.
“All people are psychic,” I replied, and she nodded.
I knew that I would never have to come back, but after the reading
Nothing could keep me away. I had found a kindred spirit,
And that is rare. I was not about to lose her.
This was thirty-seven-years ago, and we are still great friends.
Categories:
expected, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
I swear it is raining outside today
Anyway, it feels like it in my bones.
Arthritis has kicked up her heels
Reminding me I am not a spring chicken
Or even a lively old tired worn-out rooster
I am long in the tooth as we loved to say
When we were young and reckless and never ever
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
expected to get old.
But old I am and it is raining outside
And my body is yawning
And I want a nap
Which I can now take
Thank god
For I am old
A motorcycle ride?
Okay
Who wants to live forever anyway?
Categories:
expected, age,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
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Categories:
expected, anxiety,
Form: Vogon Poetry
He had a perpetual angry sneer
A lip that curled and an attitude that said
Back off
Expressed dissatisfaction with you
before you reached his eye level
you could feel his disgust
He expected the worst in everyone
Substandard treatment, racism, sexism,
and all the other isms
He had been taught by the best
that the world is horrible and
people are con-artists
it served him well in his quest
to live down to the failure
his mother always said he would be
His grandmother tried to build him up
and love him, but she died when he
was a mere babe
So he lived down the the expectations
of a mother who had always expected the
worst, seeing racism and sexism in everyone
Until she was old, then she say
ageism and spoke to him in even worst ways
treating him like the dog she had always told him
he was
It was despicable to see.
His angels were horrified
But they could not undo the damage
of a sad and angry mother
who never wanted a child in the first place.
Categories:
expected, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
A-nother
N-ew
G-low
I-s
E-xpected
A-s
B-eacon
A-bates
G-ray
O-f
N-ight
Topic: Birthday of Angie Abagon (April 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
expected, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
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