¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
The sun is bright,--the air is clear,
¦¦¦ darting swallows soar and sing.
And from ¦¦¦ stately elms I hear
The bluebird prophesying Spring.
¦¦¦ blue you winding river flows,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ an outlet from the sky,
¦¦¦¦¦ waiting till the west-wind blows,
The ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ clouds at anchor lie.
All things ¦¦¦ new;--the buds, ¦¦¦ leaves,
That gild ¦¦¦ elm-tree's ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ crest,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the nest beneath the eaves;--
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ no birds in last year's nest!
All things rejoice in ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ love,
The fulness of ¦¦¦¦¦ delight!
¦¦¦ learn from the ¦¦¦¦ heavens above
The ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ tenderness of night.
Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme,
Enjoy ¦¦¦ youth, it will not stay;
Enjoy the fragrance of ¦¦¦ prime,
For ¦¦¦ it is not always May!
Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth,
To ¦¦¦¦ good angel leave the rest;
¦¦¦ Time will teach ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the truth,
There are no birds in last year's nest!
(Blackout of It is not Always May by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
There's a light within light; flame within flame...
There's a bloom within bloom; earth within earth...
There's space in a room; each cruise has an aim.
There's awareness dwelling in my mind's firth.
My chit, pure awareness beyond my mind,
Doesn't roam like my physique and psyche;
Though my thoughts and feelings are intertwined,
"I-am-ness" triumphs like the goddess Nike.
The eye of my eye sees when I wake or sleep.
It's always aware of my awareness.
Cognizance of my consciousness delves deep
into the vast vistas of my fulness.
If inner mirror blooms with timeless grace,
Am I the watcher, or the ghost I chase?
December 9 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ephesians 4-6
Key Verse – Ephesians 4:13 Till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fulness of Christ.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ENABLING US
TO COME IN THE UNITY OF THE FAITH
Praise be to God for enabling us to come
in the unity of the faith while we:
Press on toward His perfection
Pursue along His proven principles
Progress by His prodding prosperity
Perform through His powerful propelling
Pray to Him according to His purpose and plan
Ephesians 5:1 Praise be to the Lord
for letting us follow Him in:
Walking along His truth
Working for Him triumphantly
Worshipping Him with thanksgiving
Waiting for Him with our tenacious trust
Watching and witnessing for Him with worthy testimony
Ephesians 6:17 Praise be to the Saviour for
helping us with good will, doing service while:
Filled with His fulfillment
Flourished by His faithfulness
Festive along His fruitfulness-flow
Freed through faith in His fervency
Framed upon His fortified foundation. Amen!
December 9, 2024
You are my heart,
you are my soul,
you are my everything,
you are the reason beside my kids that I wake up to,
you are the reason why I check my phone when I first wake up in the morning,
you are my sunshine,
you bring a smile to my face when I see you text ,
you bring a smile to my face when I see you calling me,
you bring that feeling that I and glad to call you my wife ,
if I could change our last names I would in a heartbeat to something mean fulness in our love story,
when I see you on FaceTime my heart drop like lemon drops,
you brought this warm feeling that I never thought could happen,
this poem is to someone special to me or someone need to hear it,
By: Poetric-Life
June 21, 2024
Shrunken by the cold weather,
winter magic gathers us together.
Shivering as naked trees,
we travel across the seas.
We join our effort to see magic under our knees.
We pray to reach home,
our heart is not alone.
A magic winter delights us
on its own.
A magic winter provide us with fulness,
despite of its dulness.
Under the grey skies we feel small.
Quietly at night, the waves heat fast our boat.
Trying to sleep, we wait for the marmaid calls.
The magic of another winter,
embraces us with our recalls.
Dark hour of morning green and jealous sun.
Flag’s red, white, and blue leans over the porch.
Oak branches, bored, and skeleton but wood.
The leaves too still, no breath of life, no sigh.
M a h o g a n y - s a t u r a t e d f l o w e r s
in frame with inky stems, ebonic blend.
The missing link between Winter and Spring
does spread its wings, still life below the clouds.
Oh! I hear it! Oh! I knew it! The rain
o b s i d i a n does wake - the s h a t t e r i n g,
a m e l a n c h o l y roar, a s i l e n t pour.
There is hope fulness, hope lessness in it.
A tediousness-grace, beside next day.
A full out vortex burst of rosy cheeks,
this day tempers. The birds concur with me.
5/12/2023
In the middle of the night, I can hear your sigh.
Shouting to those who stare outside the azure sky.
Your scent instills to my soul a feeling of calm.
Away from the abyss, reality at the edge of a chasm.
It's approaching from the insights of time; I'm aware.
As the stream of the tide is on, the echo tries to dare.
Who may tenderly persuade me to care tunes?
Who may soothe my soul with peculiar vivid boons?
And protect me with the fulness of his quietness.
Of life span glorious nights to the day's countless.
In a meadow of velvety, wispy willows by the lake.
In the chilling pre-fall breezes, we quiver and shake.
There is no limit to how distal and deep you might cease!
Currently, this still life scene is denuded of the breeze.
From swards, tremors, and wilderness to dull blue height.
The skyline is illuminated by a swarm of merciful light.
A few trees appear to be nuzzling the sky under the gray.
However, none can match the splendor of wood's hooray!
Written: February 10, 2022
Childhood delight midst leaping spree
with skipping rope setting feet free
energized to count “One-two-three”
exposing exuberant glee.
Such was I with my peers so dear
decades ago showing glad cheer
kids defying downfall fear
soaring high along active gear.
Now, exercising through jump rope
from hopping strain my heart does cope
while striving for healthiness scope
for wellness management I hope.
Toward faith*-leap for service height
spirit ascends in prayer plight
thanking the Lord Who grants blest might
with His grace, compassion and light.
*Ephesians 4:13 Till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fulness of Christ.
October 5, 2021
Edited on February 10, 2023
3rd place, "YOUR PICK AGAIN" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/2/2023.
Godhead* Trinity
Almighty Father
Lord Jesus Christ Saviour Redeemer Messiah
Holy Spirit Teacher Counsellor Helper Guide
indeed omnipotent
righteously perfect
…l o v i n g me…
Redemption fulfilled
Father masterminded
Incarnated Son reached down from heaven
Holy Spirit convicts sinners for repentance
wondrously granting
everlasting l i f e
security assured.
Grateful worship
Faithful service
my heart’s response to God sovereign
trusting blessed Lamb and Holy Ghost
praising blissfully
humbly exalting
Sovereign Trinity.
Colossians 2:9 For in him (Christ) dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily.
January 11, 2021
2nd place, "Trinet" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 1/19/2021.
My jet-black tresses and the glossy, glass skin-
Ah! Are they the things of the yore!
The silvery strands instead are now a new lure.
Like a model, I wear a crown of gracious gray
For I know, this pearly wisdom is here to stay!
In gratitude flow and sing these lovely locks,
As my radiant face peers through lush, wavy hair
To reflect a seasoned soul, with all its own flair!
Teeming with toil and agony which fueled
The furnace of life, carving the crown bejeweled!
In poise glow and dance these lustrous tasseled tufts,
The bounty of beauteous Lord I do proudly reveal
Beyond rash youth, a class I’d rather not conceal!
Every silver line in the gray is an asset dear,
A celebration of life grown richer each gone year.
The silver silhouette is to my forehead
A hallmark of storms weathered; lessons learned in grit
Imbued with faith, I beam the never-say-dye spirit!
This life in all its ripeness and fulness I embrace
Holding my head high, I call it ageing with grace!
A better tomorrow shines with God’s light
Vanquishing yesterday’s despair and gloom
Welcoming today upon blest delight
Midst serenity of hope and faith-bloom.
Tomorrow's radiance is imminent
Now revealed by signs of the times aglow
Showing prophecies’ truth so pertinent:
Christ’s coming to reign along blessings flow.
Shimmering with pardon of comfort gleam
Tomorrow ushers genuine love’s domain
While the Lord leads through righteous-mercy beam
Divinely-filled pleasure, healing hate’s pain.
Assured by the Saviour’s blazing presence*
Bright future brings eternal joy’s incense.
*Psalm 16:11 Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
September 24, 2020
2nd place, "A better tomorrow" Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 9/27/2020.
He is coming soon
It may be morning, night or noon
As the bright and morning star
We know that it is not too far
Cheering many to walk and watch
As the star whose kindly ray,
Heralds the approaching morning
Just before the break of day
To let you know it’s okay.
Oh what joy we feel
let us know it’s a beautiful day
Sweet to know He coming soon,
It may be morning, noon, or night.
He is coming, He is coming
For you and for me
Soon we’ll hear His voice the Highest
Dead and living, rising and giving
Changing in the twinkling of an eye
Shall be caught up together
Meeting Him in the air
With a loud shout with on doubt
Shall He await us throughout?
He is the Bridegroom,
Coming to unfold the new and old,
The mystery of ages untold
We as bride He granted
His beauty now to shine
Like a ray of Sun He comes,
I am His and He is mine,
The mystery of love divine
Sweet to sing in all its fulness,
I am His and He is mine,
Leaving all my troubles behind,
Come into God’s divine.
Godly compassion ceaselessly prevails
fervently quenching hatred's wrathful heat
since the Almighty's mercy never fails
wafting serenely triumph-scent so sweet.
God's love assures His presence in life's race
with His offered relationship's great bliss
around warm fellowship of wondrous grace
midst spiritual greetings brethren can't miss.
The Lord's lovingkindness revives our soul
while to the Saviour we always draw nigh
along worshipful praise of service-goal
propelling victory via faith’s fly.
Reaching-out to others with caring heart
props us upon Christ’s love* of safe rampart.
*Ephesians 3:19 And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.
June 8, 2020
I'm a tortured man, I'm a tortured man,
I can't believe I am where I am.
The world's a mess,
nothing but stress.
I can't remember when I last had a descent good night's rest.
I'm a tortured man, I'm a tortured man,
doing what ever it is that I can.
To cope with all of this,
I indulge in artificial bliss,
but once I lose that bliss fulness,
I'm back to being a tortured mess.
I'm a tortured man, I'm a tortured man,
I'm a tortured man, I'm a tortured man.
No worries everyone.
This is just YourKidster venting.
We are but flesh and blood
spawned from a putrid drop
our end to lie in the ground
with the worm and maggot
Babes, dependent on mothers
for nourishment and love
at the close of our days
as helpless as newborns again
In the prime of our lives
we satisfy our desires as we can
for the fulness of the bloom
soon fades, the years swiftly pass
and age takes its toll in full measure
We rage at perceived injustice
call for an end to iniquity
knowing too well the futility of reform
the bloody terror of revolution...
The earth's generations come and go
One truth they do know ~
When passion subsides, quiet faith emerges
All else vanity and funeral dirges
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