BIRTHING ANEW
Pregnant mind birthing;
Awareness words being born—
Loudly echoing:-
Let your eyes’ ears hear,
As your heart beats excitement—
Awareness streaming:-
Newborn awareness,
Ensures changes are coming;
And sameness going:-
IN WAITING AWARENESS
Things you can’t run from,
Quickly walk away from them,
Before they arrive:-
Thus, is natured awareness:
Ready for what things may come:-
My Song Two Poetry Contest //Sponsored by: Jerry T Curtis
( Ist Place )
Written: August 25, 2025
verse 1:
the night is long and the road is wide,
i've stepped through dark, side by side.
yet in the darkness- a voice has grown,
a gentle call to take me home.
chorus:
take me home, where the light will stay,
through every storm, you will lead my way
when all is gone, and I stand alone,
your love will rise to take me home.
verse 2:
the world may melt, the years may bend
but love outlives the bitter end.
no fright, no night, no tomb of stone
can split the song that takes me home.
chorus:
take me home, where the light will stay,
through every storm, you will lead my way
when all is gone, and I stand alone,
your love will rise to take me home...
WE’RE NOT POWERLESS
We have the power
To overpower mongers;
Let’s out-power them:-
With powering faith and hope,
Let’s reflect empowerment!
OF WAR AND PEACE AGAIN
(A Tanka And Haiku Awareness)
I
War raging again,
Power mongers investing;
Wars making them rich:-
Only the poor desires peace:
Let’s be wealthy in our cause:-
II
We must enrich peace:
We doves of God, soaring loud,
In “V” formation:-
ON AIDING AND ABETTING WAR
(A Perceived 5-7-5 Perspective)
Children begged for food,
They gave them bullets of death:
Starvation aided:-
Murdering children,
Is sanctioned in times of war:
Even by parents!?
Being quiet is
Aiding and abetting war:
Let’s get to screaming!
IN CAPABILITY GARDENS
There’s ability,
And there’s disability;
Let’s garden both:
Ability’s seeds fruiting
Disability’s healing:-
MENDING PEACE IN WAR
Wounds of war bleed,
Healing needs our helping hands:
It’s time to stitch peace:-
IN GOD’S OCCUPATION
In all God’s seasons,
Labors of love are engaged:
Thus, be who you are.
You have been chosen by God,
To be the TEACHER'S teacher:-
OF US AND DISMANTLED JUSTICE
Equality smashed!
Slammed down by the new,
Unjust sledgehammering laws:
Scales of justice ripped away
And thrown in the junkyard:-
Time to reconstruct:
It’s human nature’s springtime;
Let’s rebuild justice:-
Yes, it’s reconstruction time,
Let’s get to rebuilding:-
With divine guidance,
Let us tear down injustice
With tools of repair:
True justice reconstructed;
Thus, making this country great:-
DAWNING ANOTHER DAY
Like sunshine of day,
Again, I have my dawning;
Glory to God:-
May divine wisdom and guidance
Lead me in labors of love.
In this day’s sojourn,
May I be a sower of
Determination:
Cultivating hope and faith
In conquering all evils:-
Use me today God,
In making this thankful day
One to be be glad in:
A day of overcoming
All trials and tribulations:-
OF DIVINE GUIDANCE AND VICTORY
Let’s be as Noah,
Arking liberation waves
To shores of justice:
Let’s be in self-forgiveness;
Divine wisdom guiding us:-
It's not a Stockholm:-
Rather, it’s America’s
Oppressor Syndrome!
Such unique shared infection:
Victims equally psychosed:-
Self-liberation,
Begins with divine wisdom;
Ask, and it’s given:
When we make human mistakes,
She will guide their corrections:-
Always be aware,
Liberation can’t be bought;
It’s fought for and won:-
Let’s get to needed fighting:
Victory awaiting us:-
Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us every day,
A loyalty we're blessed to win,
Always there like a second skin.
Come rain or shine, true love lingers,
They're as useful as our fingers,
Their presence soothes each weary heart,
And makes all worries soon depart.
They're warm blankets in harsh weather,
Their fondness binds us together,
Their words can guard us through all storms,
With trust and guidance that transforms.
Within our heart their love's the pith,
A truth beyond mere mortal myth,
A joy that never fades or flees,
A peace that pleases, not teases.
Within the marble halls where shadows dance,
A silent wisdom shapes each chance.
"Outshine not the master," old voices warn—
A subtle art, where gifts are worn.
On gilded thrones, egos softly gleam,
Their fragile worth a waking dream.
A spark too bright in youthful eyes
Can summon storms from clouded skies.
Not dullness asked, nor brilliance veiled,
But grace in shining, gently scaled.
Let masters see their wisdom’s hand
In every triumph you have planned.
For envy’s sting, so swift and cold,
Can silence songs before they’re told.
A whispered slight, a shadow cast,
Can dim your brilliance, hold you fast.
So weave your worth in quiet thread,
A force that’s felt, not always said.
Lift gently those who hold the sway,
And shape your path, a patient way.
Be steadfast, wise—a trusted guide,
A loyal heart at power’s side.
And when the crown seeks fresher light,
Your subtle glow will guide the night.
WISDOM
It's not just to know,
it's about sowing her seeds,
and reaping her fruits:-
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