Written 27th June 2026 for Miranda Hawley contest " Thousand Watt Smile "
Evie you blessed my life everyday I worked
It was a joy and honour to be your support worker
You didn't have sight to see
Non- verbal too but wow, that smile
You lite up every room, love oozed from smiles
Boy ~ did you love chocolate, your delight
Still hear you giggle when I showered you
You'd slap your belly, chocolate, apple pie !
Music every genre, your smiles increased
You'd dance in your chair to the beat
How I loved describing clouds, stars, nature
I knew even though never seen, you understood me.
chocolate, apple pie only 2 words she spoke
Written: June 20, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Miranda Hawley
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He carries a thousand-watt smile to chronic pain—
A sun susurrous through storm and strain.
His quiet, weak speech goes unheard, and bound
But his wispy humor is well-defined and sound.
Through surgeries and illness, he stands tall,
His drive radiates forth even when he must crawl.
With spine, and stomach both feeble and torn—
Inside him, it aches; his body is lethargic and worn.
Being alive is a battle that his spirit must fight
To bear the success, and embrace the light,
His life is an endeavor, vibrant and bright—
God bless his soul with a thousand-watt smile tonight,
Radiating smile of peace*
midst blissful laughter of gladness
our special child is blessed all the way
while showing thanksgiving in his prayer position.
Grateful to the Lord with sign language gesture
enveloped around family's warm fellowship's care
our boy, with sweet smile aims for daily triumph of miracles' height
while optimizing divine strength bestowed by God in his therapy sessions.
Inspiring us to toward victory along life's race
as our faith overcomes woes while glowing with gratitude
our child exudes bright smile, basking under heavenly light
thankful to God's wondrous compassion, loving kindness and mercy.
*Numbers 6:24-26The Lord bless thee, and keep thee: The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee: The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.
June 7, 2026
3rd place, "Thousand Watt Smile" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 8/17/2026
Written: December 27, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
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Nutrition hums in quiet seeds that wait to rise,
A vow from earth and flesh, body never denies.
Exercise is motion’s hymn pulse that keeps us true,
a dialogue of sinew saying live in what you do.
Water shapes its quiet course through all that's unseen.
It shows us how to bend, yet remain serene.
Sunshine is the ancient fire that crowns the waking day,
a golden grammar written on the skin in slow array.
Temperance is the narrowing gate where choices meet,
Discipline of turning from the sugar to the wheat.
Air is the first and final gift, the breath we never own,
a borrowed wind reminding us we’re travelers alone.
Rest is the hush that gathers all our scattered parts,
a night-long stitching of the seams in tired hearts.
Trust in God is stepping where the lantern’s glow is thin,
believing there is beyond what the senses pull us in.
Written: November 19, 2025, for contest sponsored by Miranda Hawley
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A kestrel’s shadow cleaves the obsidian dune,
as windblown kelp rustles to the tunes of oblivion
Peace is stillness between twin eclipses—
moonlight twisted, time blurred.
Love is a dream: a stranger wrecks a comet.
You wake with stardust on your palms.
Understanding is a prism—splitting ego into spectra:
Some mend, others sever the soul.
Mercy is rain without proclivity—
Falling on tombs, orchids, nests, and cribs.
Hilariously alike indeed
My special child's wheelchair and my patience when they are freed
Toward great fun to meet triumphantly necessary need
Like driving against gloomy mood for exuberant deed...
When soaring for delightful pursuits no to miss
My son's wheelchair maneuvers with bliss
Such is my patience from heart's grateful abyss
Praising the Lord for the help of every Brod and Sis...
When the wheelchair can't function and to rest it must bow
My special child keeps asking questions midst why and how---
That's my patience* in waiting for fulfilment of a vow
I pray, "Lord, please give me faith's answer, and I want it now!"
*Psalms 37:7-9 Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way.
July 24, 2025
2nd place, "12 lines or less Ridiculous Comparisons" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 8/16/2025
Written: July 24 for contest, Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
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A toaster is the wise old sage of the kitchen,
Fire's bread with "Plato" steadfast position.
Chrome reflects light from the cosmos' gaze,
Like "Nietzsche" on a morning haze.
The bagel slots are so deep and vital,
A metaphor for insight that is softly incisal.
It dings!—a discovery in real life,
"Kant" just sits about and talks on strife.
Toast pops! I gathered it! Fate's browned bit,
Socrates proved late in comparison to it.
So here's to logical thinking, cut and clear,
Truth provided hot, with a sputter so dear.
THE HEAVYWEIGHT AND THE FEATHERWEIGHT
Poem written for Ridiculous Comparisons Poetry Contest, Miranda Hawley, sponsor, July 23, 2025
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There’s the elephant, a lumbering titan,
a true heavy weight with a heart that beats like thunder,
each footfall a seismic event,
a gentle giant, who with the grace of a ballet dancer
could crush a car if ballet were performed in slow motion
and involved a lot of mud.
Then there’s the hummingbird—a blur of iridescence,
a caffeine- sugar- fueled acrobat, a featherweight warrior
who sips nectar like a drunken poet,
lost in a world of fleeting moments.
It’s a tiny, feathered daredevil,
with the attention span of a gnat.
My crayon box is filled with dreams’ color
Of joyfulness tints and happiness’ hues
Brightened by thanksgiving and praises ardor
Midst gold of gladness, devoid of sad blues.
Oh, there is green, full of life… healthy well
From God’s grace, so glowing, no one can hide
Along red with pink for compassion-swell
With shining yellow of worshipful tide.
Yes, courageous orange rules over pain
Defying horrors of blackness and fright
As brave purple soars with azure faith’s gain
Trusting the Lord* toward heavenly white.
Glad am I for crayon box dreams indeed
Colored by the Almighty’s gracious deed.
*Psalms 112:7 He shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his heart is fixed, trusting in the LORD.
June 3, 2025
1st place, "The Sonnet on Crayon Box Dreams" Sonnet Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 6/12/2025
Written: May 27, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
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Colorful crayons, the dreams of my choice,
Chalk, white, and red allergens hurt my voice.
Young hearts overflow with pristine lifetime,
While learning about our gone past sublime.
Like a box that cradles bright, varied pens,
Transforming basic scenes with vivid stems.
Shades of jade, azure, lavender, and gold,
Turquoise whispers like oceans, calm and bold.
Purple colors absorbed me as a child,
Soft blue calmed all the troubles of my mind.
Yet I shun the red; the shadow it casts,
Recalls too well the echoes of the past.
Same as how crayons fit in their holder,
I give each dream its special space folder.
{For 5x5x3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Miranda Hawley
Date submitted: 20/4/25}
ARTIST
They shone daring green avocado
in dark adverse period swearing
guilt ridden heart vanquished free
sacral scrubbed pink and ready
plumed serpent in magnificent bloom
with candles God watched supreme
from blue misty mountain clean
knowing Artist was not insane
two green irises unusually plain
pierced her luminous spine divine
naked Eve eyed painting quiet
easels of unfinished tired purple
massaged her throat coloured gurgle
rooms without curtains collapsing sad
Artist pierced Love bubble mad
Written: April 12, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
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You were not entirely missed
Unwinding under shade of woods
reclining on a playground bench
sagged, sapped, and aged knees
glancing at a spewed limestone
Spotted lying on the ground
limestone was not a mountain
separating you from my character
It's just something on earth
It calls for your attention
We are waiting for sunrise
both at night and daylight
deep down in concept, drawn
security guards at the gate
sitting here, quietly, we wait.
Divine mirth grips my heart
exuding gratitude reaching heaven’s throne
when wrapped with ecstatic triumph
persuaded that God is merciful
attending to my needs constantly...
Thanksgiving keeps my soul joyful
subduing worries, despair and woes
since the Lord* assures hope
radiating grace of loving kindness
marked with serene compassionate glow...
Gratefully worshipping the blessed Almighty
my spirit abounds with praises
while reaching out to others
sharing peace along contentment bliss
driven by faith toward victory!
Psalm 39:7 - And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
April 3, 2025
2nd place, "5X5X3" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 4/26/2025
Written: February 04, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
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Despite its vastness, wisdom may appease.
Your darkest fears that keep you up at night,
Such as wicker crypts where hues limit light,
More important is your mellow serene breeze.
Shun worrying through what those may say in jest,
Might suffer or speak in your short-lived fame.
Since prestige is only a false claim,
While true self-worth lies within your chest.
Reading books till one's eyes begin to dim,
Yet, the knowledge to grasp appears from eyes.
Each move you make is consistently wise,
When faced with life's ever-shifting whim.
Past anguished serves as an anchor reminder.
Of who we are, and visions we seek to find.
Toward victory* in running life's race
I hold onto my Anchor of great grace.
Ready to face challenges everyday
my faith clings to my Anchor on the way.
Doing utmost service while reaching-out
my faith does trust my Anchor without doubt.
Sharing precious gifts along blessings’ flow
my heart radiates my Anchor's bright glow.
Halting for delightful refreshing rest
my soul finds safety in my Anchor's breast.
Amidst journey toward heavenly flight
my sweet dreams bask under my Anchor's light.
As tomorrow awaits with hopeful gain
I cleave to my Anchor; God Who does reign.
*1 Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
January 20, 2025
1st place, "Writing Prompts 16 lines or less" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 3/1/2025
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