WHOLESOMENESS
Do not be sorry,
Be aware in your nature;
Growing fruitfully
Categories:
fruitfully, inspirational,
Form: Haiku
Lyrics come to me by moonlight
When the power of darkness lessens
When whispers soften like overripe
Mangoes dispatched hurriedly from India,
On ramshackle East Indiamen vessels
Sailing fruitfully through consternated
Waters and heated lines of the tropics,
Selling rewardingly on busy markets
Charged with the power of buy-and-sell,
And order-and-supply.
I wonder how Bob would react to
My girlfriend’s long and big, sexy hair
Blowin’ in the wind,
Seeking answers to horizon-tossed questions,
When howling, racing gales accompany
Frightened sorrel horses, newly freed from
Spavins, and spiked by the energy of the sun,
Hurtle home happily towards old and battered
Picket fences newly mended?
I write often under the spell of night rain,
Striving much not to blend lyrics with poems,
Which, like zucchini and cucumber,
May look alike but are quite different.
I stumble upon the fraternity between words
And promises and splice them with soft, nimble
Fingers of the piano.
Gentle taps yonder come from happily sobbing congas.
And with an unseen ensemble, a song is born.
Categories:
fruitfully, music, song,
Form: Free verse
It meets my eyes, a vacant stare.
In nakedness, it seems so bare.
What more of life is there to write?
Sunsets, dawn or the lovers' plight?
Plethora of words prance and tease,
seduce my heart, but give no ease,
instead run wild, like weeds untamed-
they have no form, no home or name.
Blank paper mourns like barren land
and whispers through its outstretched hand-
I'm fallow, yes, but I shall speak
of the secret potions that you seek.
Just trust, lay down your soul on me.
The muse will gush forth fruitfully.
Complete me with your seeds of lore,
open wide the sequestered door.
Let your passion descend like rain
upon this paper's barren plain.
Your inner sun guides what you know-
once bare pages, now a fertile meadow.
Categories:
fruitfully, dedication, emotions, encouraging, muse,
Form: Rhyme
Present cold damp days will soon be gone;
Fresh blooming flowers will soon return;
Squirrels and trees no longer apart and alone;
And we’ll be happy out there with our sunburn:-
Low temperatures will soon high;
Present short daylight will soon be long:-
New happy rain, will leave rainbows in the sky;
And soaring birds will soon fill the air with song:-
Frothing waves and warm sands await us;
Parks and lakes will be festive again:-
And fruiting trees will be fruitfully gorgeous,
And beautiful nature will daily keep us entertained:-
Wow, nature canvases so much allegorical
Wisdom,
Guiding and springing us back into cultivating
Our liberationism:-
Categories:
fruitfully, allegory, celebration, fruit, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
IMANI: Kwanza Thoughts For Today
seeds of faith must grow,
fertile soil germinates faith;
Be that soil of faith:-
We must live our faith...
We must be our faith's heartbeat...
Let's blossom daily...
Faith is for living,
Let's plow rows of faith;
Fruitfully growing:-
N.B.: Amani na upendo;
Be a spiritual rock,
Rolling onward in your faith:-
P.S.: May my Kwanza clusterings,
Tease your AI ponderings;
NI awareness rooted:-
Categories:
fruitfully, allegory, black african american,
Form: Prose Poetry
November 26 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Romans 11-13
Key Verse – Romans 11:22 Behold therefore the goodness and severity of God: on them which fell, severity; but toward thee, goodness, if thou continue in his goodness: otherwise thou also shalt be cut off.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS GOODNESS TO US
Praise be to God for His goodness to us:
Granting us His grace
Girding us by His governance
Greeting to us with His gladness
Gripping us around His guidance-gear
Giving us through His generosity for His glory
Romans 12:1 Praise be to the Lord for
enabling us to present ourselves unto Him:
Making His will fulfilled
Ministering by His ways faithfully
Mentoring through His Word fruitfully
Mastering to walk worthily with Him fervently
Magnifying Him in our worship against worldliness’ futility
Romans 13:14 Praise be to the Saviour for
teaching us to submit to His power along His:
Love with His steadfast leadership
Light midst our sinful lamentation
Lessons for spiritual learning
Laws on Scriptural liberty
Life of salvation-lifting. Amen!
November 26, 2024
Categories:
fruitfully, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Alliteration
Work is my best friend
It is how my time I fruitfully spend
Work is a blessing to a broken heart
It is a good way, a new life to start
Financial independence is a great gift to yourself
Its gives you respect and puts money on your shelf
What better way is there to take care of your mind
It’s a great way for your talent to unbind
Shared work in the garden and around your house
Will keep the fire on between you and your spouse
There is no better way to tone the body
To a depressed mind it can make you jolly
So my friend work work work
Till your body hits the soft dirt
Categories:
fruitfully, work,
Form: Rhyme
forever fragrant flowers
freshly frozen French fries
frosty frigid French pie
frightfully frumpy frogs
F is frolicking, having fun
frilly frisky Frankenstein
freezing frivolous frazzled fried flies
fruitful frustrated frankfurter finches
fragrant frizzled frocks
Frisking friendly fruity F
flirty fleeting fishes
flaky, flashing, flaming flashes
flawlessly flagging flip-flops
floundering in fleshy, flaxen, fluff
Flamboyant F, flavored fruitfully
Categories:
fruitfully, word play,
Form: Alliteration
Zooming with freedom zest, let’s take a ride
Vrooming toward nutritious land venture
Visiting gardens, fruitfully supplied
Like orchards, marked by blackberries' feature.
Beholding blackberries' plantation
Our thirst is quenched by slurpy, fizzy drink
While feasting with smoothie jubilation
Cheering each other in thanksgiving wink.
Transported to vast blackberries' county
We keep burping after lunch pleasure bliss
Treated for priced delicacies’ bounty
Sweetened blackberry pies, tarts, we can’t miss.
Blackberry-anchored healthy, youthful glow
Propels bubbling wellness, surmounting stress
Soaring above, ascending for weight blow
Diet-conscious, anchored by truth-fortress.
Grateful to God* for blessed physique gain
We are cheered not to rush for prayer-drive
Relaxed, mumbling praise of Christ's goodness-reign...
Amidst sizzling trials --- faith-propped, we thrive.
*Psalms 136:1 - O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
July 13, 2022
Edited on August 18, 2022
Quatrain in Light Verse
Categories:
fruitfully, appreciation, blessing, cheer up,
Form: Light Verse
She, in the land of confusion, so fruitfully penned.
Never for a second sensing the animosity with which
her words were read.
Far from being a duncette, she was so naive to express
her beliefs and hopes in her heart and head,
Alas! She knew something was wrong.
Behind that papal sentimental use of God, so overused
in poetry.
The air so smoldering with the total absence of humility.
Worse,those poets so overjoyed to destroy other countries
And to rebuke other leadeers as evil and wrong!
Such parochiality and endemic immorality.
Weak, seedy keyboard poetic plurality.
She dreamt of a sane place to pen,
Not in dread, but she knew not where nor when.
Hence fell a hot tear fell and into a wintry sunset, she
stared.
Whom could she trust?
To whom, could she her tender soul bare?
12/14/2020
Categories:
fruitfully, deep, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
I sit, focusing on the visible space
Scanning through the pages of my mind
Just to find NOTHING
Though I might have felt the presence of a creepy hollow
Within the space, comes a a life replay
Episodes of wavy screams and fear
I hear the life-sucking whispers and wish to grab reality
But my day keeps setting like the sun
There exist this still coldness within
Slowly stirring my imaginations to explosions
I doubt I carved the traps I stand in!
I doubt I sneaked up on myself!
I sit still, tearing and sweating fruitlessly
I sit still, gasping for air fruitlessly
I sit still, ripping my throat fruitfully.
I appear comfortable to the constant lose to the battle of minds.
Cause my control comes beyond my reach
Cause my control bites from within
Cause my control goes for the pillars
Cause my control comes from THE VOID
Categories:
fruitfully, age, anger, deep, emotions,
Form: Free verse
As I was walking in the woods, admiring the beauty,
I saw a brook that babbled nonstop, so incoherently,
Humming as I strolled the summertime most fruitfully,
I noticed gay purple hummingdirds, accompanying me!
A meadow revealed yellow butterflies so aptly named,
Swarming in the golden sunshine, wild and untamed,
Enjoying their moment of bliss, before sunset flamed,
Putting an end to the hour, that nature had acclaimed!
Then I saw pretty ladybug, refined and full of grace,
Dancing to enchanted breezes, in Queen Anne's lace.
A sudden sound alarmed me, but it was only a rabbit,
Running like the wind, as if it was customary habit!
And when I turned my head to an emerald green tree,
There sat a blue mockingbird, that was teasing me.
The colorful day wore on, until long shadows finally-
Which I became aware, were now shadowing me constantly!
Written on August 11, 2020
For: Craziest Time at the Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
fruitfully, bird, butterfly, green, song,
Form: Rhyme
With a resourceful and older brother,
My early childhood was so much fun,
Such as being drawn in his red wagon,
And sledding in the late winter sun!
When I was just learning how to read,
I had to choose the only book I could,
And sitting in the sunset, I prettied,
As everything awash in radiance should!
How Dick and Jane laughed in the rain!
Playing with Spot and Sally and Puff;
Bright blossoms found their new domain,
And there could never again be enough!
Homemade kites, marbles, and sunbeams,
And wintry snowmen with button eyes;
The scene was set for lifelong dreams,
Like the endless quest of butterflies!
Such fun I had with my very first book,
In the barely fluent, nursery rhyme days,
Under the pink clouds in my emerald nook,
That fruitfully abounded in golden rays!
Categories:
fruitfully, books, childhood, education, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Rare as each blossom on a tree,
From Watusi tribe unto the Cherokee,
Each member of man's family,
Has their own unique biography.
Rare the nights of burgundy,
That prelude yellow dawn ecstasy!
Green are the fields so summery;
Pink the rose of fragrancy.
Silvery moon most satisfactory,
And stars winking at you and me.
Nature speaks not of equality;
Pale butterfly to grasshopper free.
Deep blue sky and frothing sea,
And colors of the nebulae.
A spectrum of hues, each in harmony,
Is how it was all meant to be.
Redbird red sings a rhapsody,
Pretty bluejay warbles his gaiety.
The sun shines on His Majesty,
As orchards respond fruitfully.
Categories:
fruitfully, culture, friendship, humanity, life,
Form: Rhyme
My God, thank You for showing
how long suffering* You are toward me
though I appear arrogant and unyielding…
Please constantly teach my heart
of humility’s virtue righteously rewarding
as genuinely exemplified by Christ, the Saviour
Who yielded Himself sacrificially, with love so exceeding.
Thus, I seek Your meekness-grace drive;
help me bear --- for Your sake,
every act I perceive as condescending!
My Lord, Your long suffering for me
highlights Your merciful compassion at work
notwithstanding my service that’s unacceptable…
Kindly correct my soul against prayerlessness
and faith’s increase-failure due to vanity-stumble
for me to progress in Your holy kingdom’s pursuit
making my stewardship fruitfully favorable.
Hence, I need Your power’s fortitude;
enable me --- to live for Your glory
as Your Spirit does enable!
*Exodus 34:6 …The LORD, The LORD God, merciful and gracious, longsuffering, and abundant in goodness and truth.
August 11, 2019
Categories:
fruitfully, appreciation, blessing, devotion, faith,
Form: Dramatic Verse
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