Springy my thoughts of bunny hops, wiggles
of sunflowers in zephyr sweep. The seeds,
of dust to dust, burst forth in strong giggles.
The progeny of life does pluck grief’s weeds.
Suppose, the sun didn’t shine on yellow highs,
The pierce of thorns didn’t bleed for our rebirth.
The seed just burns…no bonny buds…the sighs
of wings, lifting the rock, thus stopped…no worth.
But, flowers bloom in living hues, refuse
to die without one child. Bunnies succeed
to sire in multiples; of pinks, of blues.
Sunrise lifted the Son, scattered the seed.
Green nights of hope, just sleep, with sun geared up.
Newborns of Spring wriggling whilst we tear up.
They invaded the neighbouring town by night,
Stripped it of its serenity before daylight,
They had been to the town before,
No one knew they would come for more.
We geared up,
We’d walk to the top,
We were ready to take the battle to their territory,
Disarm them like missiles on a trajectory.
At nightfall, we threw stones and sent our cattle,
There was a stampede and a rattle,
Our enemies were dazed,
They were confused.
They were in a hopeless realm,
We conquered them,
Peace came to our territory,
This event went down in history.
April 20, 2024.
Triumphant quest fires fulfillment zeal granted by the Lord Who deserves the best from His children. By the poet
Quest
With zest
To do best
For God so blest
Draws* me nigh His breast
Geared up toward faith’s crest
Serving well midst heart’s earnest
While reaching-out against pride’s test
Declaring h o p e to those sin-oppressed
Cheering the gloomy to rise from guilt-pest.
Living for the Lord kindles my quest’s flame
Since He redeemed me to bear His name
Freeing my soul from evil game
To have e t e r n a l life claim
Midst pardon against shame
Thus, I now proclaim…
Christ’s loving fame
Props my frame
For same
Aim.
*James 4:8 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.
Etheree with rhyme
April 1, 2023
Honorable Mention, "Writing Challenge - 'Q' Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/2/2023.
Freely surmounting impediment hill
My special child propels himself with mirth
Geared up well by his wheelchair journey thrill
Signifying another milestone worth.
Behold his triumphant contagious glee
Toward great well-being zest, he does flee
Perspiring, exuding thanksgiving spree.
Such to me is a miraculous sight
Highlighting answered prayer of faith’s might
Assured by divine grace against doubt’s blight.
Trusting the Lord, I keep peaceably still
Assisting my son to enrich his dearth
So he can be what God wants him to be
Victoriously* soaring for progress height.
*1Corinthians 15:57 …Thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
February 19, 2023
6th place, "STRAND PREMIER NO 1196" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/11/2023.
Slopes of light dry powder means a snowy week of fun -
Keeping very happy those who love to ski
In the moderately cold weather on a day when the sun
Is shining in the sky. Yes, on the slopes they’ll be -
Not inside their houses! With goggles, masks and helmets, they
Get going to their favorite spot geared up for snow-time play.
Jan. 20, 2023
For Julia Ward's Skiing Poetry Contest
Muladhara
Move about the grass
Uniting the link between heaven and earth
Landing and connecting task by task
Angels hear my cry and I rejoice
Devoting my mind to the unknown
Having faith because I have spiritually grown
Angels geared up for battle
Reassurance to my soul
Avenging stories that were left untold
Consider how the shades of night befall,
Shutting out the last of pleasurable delights
While regrets of a dying day well up as gall.
They linger in the mind as sleep would fall
And struggle against each other in fights,
Consider how the shades of night befall.
One lies waiting for peaceful voices to call
The mind searches for well-reasoned insights,
While regrets of a dying day well up as gall.
Wrestling with one’s mind geared up to stall
The moment one turns out the bedside lights,
Consider how the shades of night befall.
In spite of every effort not to engage recall
The mind chooses to review the day’s plights,
While regrets of a dying day well up as gall.
Before the last yawn, one’s thoughts appall
As the spirit soars to unfathomable heights,
Consider how the shades of night befall
While regrets of a dying day well up as gall.
written February 5, 2022
When I was kidnapped by demon king Ravan,
Not just me but Ram too was equally broken!
He searched for me day and night,
Took help of everyone in the forest and geared up to fight,
Against the demon who has stolen his dear wife,
with all his might!
Good prevailed over the evil and my Ram brought me back after a wait of so many torturous years!
We became King and Queen of our kingdom Ayodhya!
But our subjects doubted my dignity,
And blamed Ram for loving, trusting and standing by me!
So to keep our love untained, I had to leave him and go to the forest alone again!
Modern people often question the love of Ram for me,
Alleging that he enjoyed a luxurious life giving his pregnant wife an exile!
While only I know it was more difficult for him than me,
To send away a piece of his heart, his soul only to satisfy the doubts of cruel public!
We both suffered pain of separation for years,
And when finally our kids united us,
I decided not to be the queen of the selfish subjects,
So I chose to go back in the lap of mother Earth!
Being Sita is not easy but remember being Ram is also equally difficult!!
-Sudipta
After a day of romantic thoughts
My rhymes are geared up, ready to pop
Limericks to astound
Words so profound
Surpassing my brilliance topping my top
Imagine
Of a fantasy
To escape from bad days
Hiding
From the world
With the reality
I sometimes cannot face
Settling on the floor
Facing up
Laying hands on me
Closing my eyes
Whispering prayers
To get me through
This unknown tribulation
I am facing
Looking up
Sparkling blues
Vibrant pinks
Hues of purples
Hovering over me
Comfort in my heart
Tears down my face
Reaching out
Engrossed
About colours falls on me
Like a part of the rainbow
Deep in daze
Forgetting the pain
Unchained away from me
Enveloped with warmth
Renewing hope
Soul being full
Geared up with faith
Though not knowing
How long I can stand
But this obstacle will not stand
Anytime soon
Beginning with an end
© Sue Sanzz 2020
All things can tempt me from picking up my pen,
but the most demanding is housework and men!
I sit at my desk, I’m all geared up to write
Son begs please wash my jeans, I need them tonight!
I grab dirty clothes, pile them in the machine -
He will hang them outdoors when they are all clean!
Son retreats to his room, soon he’s sound asleep
I’ll hang out his laundry – my writing can keep!
He bounds in the room asking ‘mum what’s for tea’
I’ll prepare a meal - then write my poetry!
NB . My son has flown the nest - fictional poem for contest
All Things Can Tempt Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beth Evans
11 syllables each line
2/20/20
The Lilliputians are out playing ball
Enjoying the fresh air of late Fall
When storm clouds roll in
Hulking Gullivers, wearing wide grins...
A Gull warns 'em, 'Fun's over, guys.'
'Cos the court belongs to us now
But the Lillis brace to fight back
They're all geared up inside...
The Gulls advance; the Lillis stand firm
Unsure now, the Gulls pull up short
Their mission about to abort
The Lillis have made them squirm...
The Gullivers slowly retreat
The Lillis return to their game --
The bullies ignominious defeat
Spreads the Lilliputians' name
The phone is chiming tring tring,
All visions are geared up to who is calling.
Who can it be? assumptions commenced,
A needy relative or a lost friend.
The phone is chiming tring, tring, tring,
Please pick up the phone, daddy yells.
Mom's involved in the kitchen, it's not her only responsibility,
Leave your assignment, attend the call,
Maybe a plan for the concert or invite to attend the ball.
The phone is still ringing tring, tring, tring,
Children are busy with their paintings.
Alas, daddy had to get up from his couch,
I am the person on duty to attend each and every buzzer.
I had to switch off the game of football, growled he stood,
He retorted the ringing tool, after who will pick up a pass it on the game.
The phone ceased ringing, as he picked the receiver,
The caller was his mother in law, the person who he despises. (in the psyche)
Yet he had to attend it with a smile and asked about her health to be kind.
The receiver was handed to his soul mate with a grin,
Now, for two hours the phone won't ring. (for obvious reasons)
Abiding in God’s will, let’s serve the Lord with joy
Beautified through His grace to minister along gladness-glow
Cheered up midst Scriptures’ truth, smiting hypocrisy and deceit
Delighted by the Almighty’s blessings toward stewardship-triumph
Empowered for fruitful compassionate reaching-out
Fortified to encourage upon strengthened faith
Girded, guided, geared up against human frailty’s endurance
Hoisted as held with Christ’s omnipotent and gentle grip
Invigorated, ceaselessly fervent around Holy Spirit’s revival
Jubilant, gratefully testifying: “Our labour is not in vain in the Lord.”
*1Corinthians 15:58 Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.
August 24, 2019
where the heart leads
adventures follow
daring hearts
geared up to go
enthusiasm soaring
anticipating the challenge
forging ahead with confidence
thriving on the lust for conquest
lay groundwork for elation
swooping in wholeheartedly
eager to launch each escapade
lunge and pounce with conviction
high on the taste of freedom
riding the waves of time
deriving satisfaction
biting into life
measure man against himself
alone in the universe
master of his destiny
owning his achievements
implode with passion
Published in my 24-page photo book ~DIVING IN~ 2019
Read on air by invitation ~ August 25, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
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