Glorying Poems | Examples

Garden Of Beginnings

In the Garden of Beginings
Projects failed or flowered, 
Left to grow or to wither
Many being overpowered,
Each an experiment, 
A blending of force
Each left to follow its
Own individual  course.

None were culled
Without good reason
Flowering and blooming
For season after season.
Experiment of dimensions 
Matter, time, force, space
Some rising to exist briefly,
Some at more sedate pace

As the Universal Gardner,
Glorying in the sight
Of destructive darkness
And brilliant creative light.
Used the lightest of control
To keep things on track,
Moving from place to place
Its tools slung on its back

Heaven At the River

It was the kind of heated up August that fried toads
My sisters and I sneaked off to the riverbank
Don’t get wet! Our mother warned us
We emerged ourselves into the cool water

The only animal around was a robin
But we jumped in fully clothed anyway
Knowing by the time we returned home
We would be completely dry

This feels like heaven! My oldest sister said
Corn isn’t going to shuck itself! The baby chimed in
We laughed at our silliness, loving being sisters
Glorying in the relief we had found on this hundred-degree day.

Glorying

Silver light splashed through the town,
It's greatest spires seeming drowned
Beneath the welling, leaping tide
Of luminescence---
And those who stood amidst the light,
Receiving gifts of sound and sight
To penetrate the deepest night,
Their arms, accepting, outstretched wide,
In Human Presence
Glorying,
Found true transcendence---
Peace they found, that would abide
Within the heart, safe from the blight
Of mankind's seeming need to fight
To prove the truth of might makes right---
And new in essence
Were the bonds that hold the bride
Unto her mate securely bound---
And Love, no longer lost but found
Decided to kick off Her shoes and stay.

Many Thanx Dean Smith-Belton

I
A few weeks ago, he gave a message
I barely contained tears, repentant heart
Yes, I was in church, and he's an elder
Refuses the title of pastor. Deserves it ever
My wife and I can talk, fellowship, listen
To a man - divorced 20 years - pure
As far as this world goes, purer still
In studying, glorying in God's known will

Enthusiasm Would Not Leave Me Alone

I had given up hope, given up idealism, given up faith.
Given up my imagination, given up my joy
You swooped in and danced around
Which annoyed me

I was reveling in my moroseness,
glorying in my depression,
wallowing in my hopelessness

But you begin singing that song you sing
Dancing that crazy dance
Cajoling me and making me smile

I did my best not to laugh
But you coaxed that out of me too
Pretty soon I wanted the joy you were offering

I gave up my sadness and my loneliness.
I gave up my depression.
I claimed joy
Because enthusiasm would not leave me alone.

The Confident Twelve Year Old

Dancing in an uninhibited way,
Glorying in her self-truth
She had no idea she was intimidating
Almost every girl her age,
Not caring a whit about the opinions
Of ones who are not magically in touch
With themselves.

Two teenagers attempted to bully her.
To taunt her, to make fun.
They were not well received.
Two of her good friends began to dance
With her.
Pretty soon the whole dance floor was
Full of uninhibited dancer.
She had unintentionally become a leader.

Unaware, she gave them happy smiles.
Her friends were dragging others onto the dance floor.
Pretty soon all of the girls except two were dancing.
The boys watched from the shadows. Amazed.
They had never realized what fun a dance could be.
None of them went out there.
Most were twelve and thirteen,
Not actualized yet.

Of Chaos

Chaos is but

   a furious gust

  of wind blowing

through the desert

   glorying order

  overwhelmingly

      with sand 

      and dust.



One Sentence Metaphor in Free Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe
Date written and submitted: 07/28/2019

Tutti Tutti Tutti Tutti Tutti Tutti Tutti

Tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti too
Tree shadows camouflague the bird 
but her happiness is profoundly heard.

The birdfeeders are full. 
Fresh water in the bird baths.
I sit in the sun listening to her brag about her circumstances.

Glorying in her joyful song.
Tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti too
Her bird speak resonates in the forest.

I can feel my skin freckling
I left my sun hat on the porch, on purpose.
I feel like singing myself.

Glorying In My Bliss

Sitting among my paints and glitter
reaching for a blank canvas
I smile at true me.

An artist, dream-maker, cartoonist, I
separate from regular snore bore life
Becoming more real than ever 
when I get to my studio.

I reach for my paint brush,
glorying in my bliss

My Paintings Are Disneyesque

My paintings are Disneyesque.
They feature fantastical beings.
Pretty women heroines like Mulan.
They save themselves, they are capable.

They scoff at women who wait for a prince.
Glorying in their trueness to self, in neon colors.
Marching across the canvas with confidence.
Strutting in front of their creator, me.

Their pets are not puppies and kitties.
They tame dragons, deer, wolves, unicorns, and monsters.
Whatever I come up in that second is thrown onto the canvas.
To enhance them, and increase their feminist power.

We Spit On Poe's Raven

We spit on Poe's raven
The crows and me
True blackbirds, living our truth
Eating corn ahead of the masses
Leaving nothing at borders
Glorying in our evilness

Spiritual Victory

Spiritual victory* in our fight against temptation…
…Shows God’s might to subdue lust, Satan, and world’s destruction!!!

Yielding to the Holy Ghost with willingness…
…Brings our faith to His control for victorious meekness!!!

Battling our own self-reliant, self-glorying motive...
Forces constant dependence to the Lord for His triumphant directive!!!  

Meeting the Saviour on the altar of supplication-plight…
…Insures jubilant prayer-time with peace delight!!!

Seeking the Creator during praise-filled worship…
…Empowers sincere obedience toward faithful stewardship!!!

*2Samuel 23:12 But he stood in the midst of the ground, and defended it…and the LORD wrought a great victory.

May 19, 2019

Godly Success

Godly success is Providence-wrought victory*
While yielding to the Holy Ghost for power
Against self-glorying motive, arrogantly destructive.

Dependence to the Lord in doing His will
While obeying Him propelled by faith and love
Brings sure triumph, vanquishing personal whims.

*2Samuel 23:12 But he stood in the midst of the ground, and defended it…and the LORD wrought a great victory.

May 16, 2019

I Am In a Bad and Horrible Mood

I am in a bad and horrible mood
My scowl is deep and dark
I am sitting in my pajamas plotting someone's death
a variety of ways

I see myself running them down with a wheelbarrow,
and sticking a pitchfork in their arm. Maybe twisting it too
I am glorying in the craziness of this madness which is
something my placated self would never think

I certainly would not do it but for some strange reason
it gives me enormous satisfaction and I laugh
Betrayal is something I do not abide and lies
are the quickest way to get off my party list.

I am scowling and swearing, deep in the throes of it
When my friend Marge comes over to see what she can do
She can do nothing; I refuse to let her in
But she has a key which I had forgotten

She comes in, gives me my favorite dessert, gets out
my best lemonade glasses, and pours me a drink I love.
I am trying my best to hate her for it; trying unsuccessfully to glower.
Not quite ready to be nice

Those Deadly Sins

Lust for life, Van Gogh lost his ear,
The lust for gold by the old pioneer.
The lust for love or which we all long,
The lust for power for some so strong.

Gluttony,we yield on the guys night out,
A few more beers when it's your shout.
Eat fish n chips as you homeward go,
Just another pint, won't hurt you know.

Greed is a seed, hard not to grow,
Gathering things that you do not need.
Like the monkey with it's hand in the jar,
Letting go is too hard by far.

Sloth is almost self abusing,
Too lazy to use the gifts we've got.
Give of yourself and then refusing,
We are such a selfish lot.

Anger is always inside us all,
It lies like a simmering pot.
When we think all is well,
Up it rears and all is shot.

Envy is lust in another word,
We all 'eye' what is not ours.
They have what we aspire,
Ours if we had the powers.

Pride, we show our friends,
Glorying in their praise.
They know to what ends,
We went to get their gaze.

Sins, deadly and sublime,
and they number seven.
We all fall foul at some time.
I wonder if we'll get to heaven?

© Dave Timperley 22/01/2019

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