GLORIFIED STREET NUISANCE
Fumbling fingers falter, failing to fasten firmly.
Fine fabric falls, flapping feebly for all to see.
Trousers tumble, torn from their trusty tether.
Tumbling to the thighs, they tangledly twirl together.4
In streets where mischief reigns supreme,
A nuisance brews, a sight unseemly extreme.
Young rascals roam, with trousers low,
Exposing more than they ought to show.8
With swag, they claim, they strut and preen,
But sagging pants reveal a lack of sheen.¹°
Like prisoners' garb, a style they embrace,
Yet decency & sense, they discard with grace.
Their antics annoy, their behavior bold,
Disrespectful and rude, their actions unfold.¹4
With each step, they sink in moral decay,
Their future dim, in a world that's gone astray.¹6
Wish for a change, a shift in their stride,
To dress with dignity, and let swag subside.
For true greatness lies in character and might,
Not in sagging pants, and a nuisance in sight.²°
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?7th October 2024.
Golfing golden-age gentleman gladly gives go ahead-
gilds golf game, gets glory,
goofball glitzy gold digger girlfriend giggles
Gleaming in thy heart
O my love, is it pure?
Can a glory ever last?
Vile me death, thou heaven be
Do love lasts forever?
Do my blood ,thy flesh?
We live in a world where stupidity is glorified
If Einstein could see us now he'll be terrified.
We've muddled in the norms, some don't wanna get involved,
Atleast I can say I tried,
but I lost the fight
The truth isn't with the sun
It's hiding in the dark
But sadly when the light's out
That's when we realize
The meaning of life; we all live to die
Some of us are dead, while we're still alive
Some of us spend our whole lives living a lie
Some of us spend our whole lives wasting time
Busy chasing life's so called "luxuries"
Their so called "pleasures" are a debauchery...... Of human stupidity,
But it's still glorified.
God's glory returns to Him alone
all because He's most glorified
when His saints are united in Him
being satisfied by His grace is applied
Bringing glory to God all the more
is connected when receiving much grace
real satisfaction comes only from our Lord
who sends us grace upon grace to His praise
Real living faith comes from believing
on the God of His word eternally true
so take the Lord simply at His word
then true faith will flourish like morning dew
So be pleased to courageously confess
I shall greatly honour my Lord and king
for the Lord hears this for His pleasure
then we can raise our voice, an upward spring
Our greater aim in life is to send glory
high and lifted up to our satisfier
the Lord God alone meets that title
for our great intercessor never will retire
(Quote:
" God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in HIm."
" We shall bring our Lord most glory if we get from Him much grace. If I have much faith so that I can take God at His word. I shall greatly honour my Lord and king.")
Charles H. Spurgeon (1834-1892)
“And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.” Genesis 2:7 of the King James Bible
Earthy vessel of divine nature blow
Wrought by Holy Spirit for sublime goal
Formed from dust to glorified body glow
Fulfilling God-entrusted reaching-out role
Such am I to serve with my heart and soul
Propelled with grace, bearing the Gospel light
Advancing the Lord’s kingdom through His might
Humbly yielding to omnipotent hand
Midst faith anchored upon prayer delight
Vanquishing triumphantly trials’ demand.
February 11, 2022
3rd place, "D Forms - Dizain" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 2/14/2022.
Jesus speaks here with conviction
showing that believing in Him will do
works that Jesus did while on earth
for He is the almighty God ever true
Being filled by God's holy spirit
the comforter empowers the believer
to be the evidence showing Jesus
to prove believing be the achiever
God assures to the believing heart
you can ask anything in my name
whatever God's put on their heart
that will be accomplished for your claim
The purpose of all this is divine
so, God, the father be glorified in His son
for His promise is to the soul believing
that their request is His will be done
Hold on to this promise believing friend
believe deep down all this in your heart
that God's perfect love knows no bounds
seeking out your good in no small part
(John 14: 12-13
"Amen, amen I say to you, whoever believes in me will do the works that I do, and will do greater ones than these because I am going to the Father. And whatever you ask in my name, I will do, so that the Father will be glorified in the Son.)
I am not sadden by my sadness
I am glorified in God's gladness
8/26/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Only glorified bodies on gold's streets worship God forever.
*Romans 8:17 And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together.
January 28, 2019
3rd place, "Heavenly Monoku" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 1/30/2019.
Don't you want to be,
Like them
Running barefoot,
towards the light in
White bathrobes
And flip-flops?
A plastic surgery resurrection
Blistering in the sun
Like a glorified serpent
Shedding under the blind
Eyes of heaven,
Glorified singing to the angels
Remember me?
They look at us
as if we were just lab rats,
and maybe, we are.
Who knows or cares?
I definitely do care.
I know that
I'm part wolf and human.
I don't want to know how much wolf
is in my DNA.
If I knew, I would know
that I am a glorified lab rat.
Pure Water colorless, coffee always loved hot
Gentle rub on the shoulder, yes on the elbow
A sound rolls from the inner
A hail for glorified madness
All life sliced with a bread knife
Only the jams and butter are called to duty.
Unbelievable in the shadows of celebrities
The stars of soccer produce the craziest goals
The dribble, kicks and the madness, over the post
Until the regulator calls it off
The flop of matches are presumed, but wrong most times
Is amazing how our balls beat a keeper
That is what brings the glorified madness
Vision, determination, action and fans are on their feet
Substitute your best for the less,
Your resignation letter sang by expectants
But how you coach yourself for life
Will keep your replica jerseys on higher demands
With a water-less cup, generations will sing to you a lullaby
While the joy you share, keep products in glad testimonies.
CRACKED BUT GLORIFIED
Every one of us is given a gift—to show who God is
Glorious treasures entrusted with wisdom and care
Grafting us into a plan, making us co-workers of His
To partner an eternal God cannot compete—so rare
An amazing reality coming to life if we have His mind
There is no higher honor for the work of our hands
When spiritual intellect becomes entwined—aligned
Spiritual diversity defined through His perfect plans
Struggle and strife through life—alone we stand
Cracked and fractured by hearts that are broken
Sculptured carefully with the 'Potters perfect hand
His name glorified -revealing our treasures golden
© Kim van Breda-- June 2013
“In the pocket of the seat in front of you, you’ll find:”
A cushion, stuffed with cotton balls; eight or nine,
One Crimson- tinted, two-by-four fleece cut out,
And a magazine full of things no one cares about
“For your comfort today, we provide:”
A seat, which six inches backwards, reclines,
A nine inch pixelated Toshitty TV,
And headphones that fit no ears, for only $3.50
“Thank you for choosing American Airlines,”
Enjoy your seat next to the odorous woman who rants the whole time
And you’ll see we break every stereotype.
Our attendants are fat and *****y, not skinny and nice.
“We hope you find your flight pleasant”
Sitting next to the odorous woman, who loves to rant,
Or the man who can’t fit in his 17” airplane seat,
Pouring onto the lap of the woman, whose infant screams, unwilling to share her teet.
May Jesus Be Glorified!
May Jesus be glorified!
His enemies scattered!
He’s everything to me!
And all that matters!
Every battle in life…
He’s there with me!
He is my protector…
Because he loves me!
He is my rock, high tower
and my shield!
Every evil sprit, to him,
must yield!
I’ve decided to join his army!
The battle is won!
Victory is assured!
Through God’s anointed son!
My life with him,
is eternally bliss!
For he is mine!
And I am HIS!
By Jim Pemberton
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