Walking in circles under the dripping canopy's leaves,
repeating a sentence someone gave him at twenty.
Terrorise your enemies.
The world moved on while he stood still,
saluting the old invisible flag.
Stand your ground.
Voices called his name from the edge of the trees,
but every kindness sounded like a trick.
Never surrender.
Counting the years by how many ghosts went silent,
the mission remained loud in his head.
Hold the line.
Better to starve than admit the hunger was pointless,
rather be feared than feel foolish.
Show no retreat.
It is not truth that convinces him,
but a formal command,
stepping out of the past.
"Lay down your arms."
So, Onoda walked out of the jungle at last,
wearing three decades of orders as his only story.
His identity.
This year was the year of Poetry.
I wrote 156 poems this year on poetry soup.
156 poems this year to remind people to Trust in Jesus.
God is with us and we are going home soon.
Faith in Jesus grows with each poem.
Lord Jesus stay with us always.
Thank you Jesus for all you have done with me this year of Poetry.
I will see you in the clouds family.
Praise Lord Jesus forever for he is worthy of all Glory and Honors.
I used to think I carried too much
I realize now I was the one being carried
I disguised pride as humble undertaking
My faith was weak because it was in me
Today I cried out in tears of joy so fierce it felt angry
That joy was merely the floodgates of recognition
To finally realize all life's blessings carried to me
Like a bread line wrapped around corners of buildings
I have been carried all my life by God
My armor feels made of second chances
My faith has finally toughened despite years of boasting about it
I'm quieter now — this faith is strong but quiet
It sits in my bones behind my new gray hairs
I shall rest now, thanks to faith's many gifts: resilience.
Blest throne of grace is my haven's delight...
there, God meets me with divine blissful light
welcoming my heart against trials' plight
offering solace for triumphant flight.
Midst fellowship around haven of rest...
there, the Lord cheers me up with joyous zest
warming my spirit to vanquish woes' test
commending me for doing what is best.
Enclosed inside protected haven's brace...
there, I stay serene in safe prayer-place
while my faith soars above heavenly space
grateful to live well, conquering life's race.
No protection from Evil is surer than God's impenetrable shield of faith.
Demetrios Trifiatis
26 September 2026
Jesus is the holy one.
In his name the demons Run.
In his name we are saved by no other name is there salvation.
Praise Jesus for all the dark days.
Praise Jesus for every tear shed because he is Great.
Save us Oh Lord from our sinful ways.
This body of mine is unclean but I pray, may your blood wash me white as snow.
Thank you Jesus for visions of great things and times you stayed with me.
I remember walking the streets on my death march hoping for an end.
You were there Lord I felt your breath on my back pushing me forward knowing You are God with me.
Praise Jesus for trusting me with his words.
Mercy to me Jesus I beg keep me from my evil ways and darkness.
Change my body into one worthy of being in your presence Lord Jesus have mercy on me an Evil one.
Praise You Jesus for everything you have done in my life.
You have given me so much mercy help us all, Help Glenda my new friend stay with her tonight and protect her.
Lord Have mercy on us all protect us all from ourselves
Lord I praise you for teaching me to be better today.
Lord please keep us all safe from evil and temptation and let us know your grace love peace and mercy.
I write of heartbreak, fears and tears
But then somedays, His love He shares
I hear His kindness in the voice of rain
He’s the wonder that comforts all my pain
Beneath the echoes of my deepest prayers
Shadows and feelings, blessings and cares
Beneath all the yearnings, are praises galore
For the One who created me, the One I adore
I write of dreams, still breath of spring and fall
The voice of winter is found in each distant call
But, mostly, I believe He touched my very soul
With love that reassures, love that makes me whole
I write to you, my fellow believer, my brother
I write of this joy and peace found in no other
He is the answer to every need, every desire
His love is wise and strong, it’s like a burning fire
Beyond the tears that seem to overwhelm me
There is a blessing of His grace, making me see
He tells us of His kindness with each rising sun
But nothing is more wonderful than His only Son!
Do you see this home I made,
as well, the streets, houses and moon?
You are just a game I play,
ceasing to exist very soon.
Once out of sight, out of mind;
mere puppets dancing on my strings;
Life is illusion, you'll find
no magic with what freedom brings.
I will create the rainbows
or thunder as my mood dictates;
My rules, nobody knows,
along with all your future fates.
If you deign to interfere
I'll fill you full of distraction;
Better say your prayers right here
and give us both satisfaction.
Jesus here invites His disciples to travel
right across the other side of the sea
in a fishing boat where a storm arose
this was a great storm, as the disciples agreed
The waves were filling the boat
Jesus' disciples were showing great fear
even accusing Jesus of not caring
for the Lord was asleep, as if He didn't hear
Jesus awoke and questioned their lack of faith
then He spoke to the sea, " Peace, be still"
the wind ceased, bringing great calm
showing Jesus ruled over storms, so brill
Now today Jesus has this same control
whatever storm you are having to face
He can intervene in your life
calming your storm by His grace
Do you have faith to believe He can?
be not like the disciples who were afraid
believe in the Lord Jesus and His love
for He died for your sins, the price He paid
I gained my sanity.
And lost my family.
They can't understand
Where or who I am
Why I begin and when I end
The price is paid
Sour taste? No.
Just serenity. It may look
like insanity,
but is not.
I am.
I am in love.
I'm with God.
My haven is a place that might shock most people, my haven is the local cemetery.
In my haven I sit thinking of all of my ancestors in this hallowed ground, it just feels so peaceful under this low branched tree,
I can sit for hours, thoughtful and still, no noise just silence, sometimes broken with the sound of a breeze rustling my tree.
This is my place that nobody knows, my secret, my serenity my HAVEN>
Gratitude to God grips my faith’s earnest worship
with His love, sealed around divine partnership
toward victorious and fruitful stewardship.
Committed to serve through faithful stewardship
my heart conquers selfishness that hinders worship
fulfilling roles marked by ministerial partnership.
Cleaving to the Lord midst His partnership
I seek His favor against vain stewardship
while my spirit rejoices every revival worship.
My praise-filled worship with Christ’s partnership radiates triumphant stewardship.
TRIUMPH OF FAITH
A testament
A canon
Righteous, austere
Orphic, profane, and pure
When night, a thief
Strips my morality
It Is morning lifts me free
This masquerade of madness
We subtitle life
Where we salt wounds
And bathe in sadness
Scented sweet
This poisoned chalice
Again, I must abstain
It's ineffable...
So why do we persist in it's expression
Bubbling up from somewhere we can't even name
It has to come out somehow, and where and how it does is unexpected
At least by those around us who're subjected to what remains
As a mystery to most... now that all is open
To that nameless hole that fills up with what needed to come out
Someday medicine might pretend to know what autopsies can't tell us
But despite what they'll come up with,,, I'll bet it isn't right
Some fancy Latin name won't begin to explain
How this spring can be continuous yet not have a known source
Just know that when the well runs dry
No matter that we knew not why
We knew it would happen by and by
In spite of where suspicions lie
In spite of who cried, "My oh my!"
A look inside is still worth all our questions
But we'll just have to live with the suggestions
TO GRACEFULLY MOVING ONWARD
In doing God’s work,
Time did not stop; it was us:
Stalled and trapped in sin:-
May God have mercy on us
For that Satanic rest stop:-
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Definition | What is Faith in Poetry?
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