Epiphany Poetry Contest. Sponsored by: Constance La France
By Poet: "Words are very cheap. Actions are worth their weight in gold. Look for actions, Not words."
I have a great friend,
she tells the truth and will never bend.
We love going out,
shopping and eating makes for a magical day.
I help her then she helps me,
that is the way friendship should be.
She called me sister,
what an honor that was.
Then one very sad day,
I had an epiphany.
She was filled with lies,
I had been deceived.
Society does not always like
to see the grace and the wisdom
of the quiet solemn Capricorn
It's often falsely said by many
that they are bitter and angry
and arrogant and full of scorn
But while it is too true that they
have indeed always been serious
since the day that they were born
In the deep realms in places unseen
these mergoats create paths forward
for the forgotten and for the forlorn
Note: This poem originally would have stood alone but some astrology enthusiasts seem to have enjoyed it. So, I've decided to make this poem part of a 12-part poem series. The next one in this series will be about Aquarius.
I see the dark shadows under the moon queen's eyes;
I feel the reality where her love needs no disguise
Under the setting sun we reach for the midnight sky
No reason to fear the darkness of a lady oh so wise
a poem will touch my heart
inspire me to write
reaching into my soul for the words
is difficult
wish to honor and not overwhelm
The garden glows with that soft,
van Gogh kind of morning~
light shimmering on the edges of things,
as if the world is holding its breath
for a small miracle.
A child lifts one foot,
then the other,
arms reaching forward
like a tiny pilgrim
crossing the distance
between fear and trust.
The father kneels,
hands open, steady,
a harbor waiting
for the smallest ship
ever to brave the sea of grass.
Behind them,
the mother watches~
her posture half-prayer,
half-release~
knowing this is how
letting go begins.
And the child,
caught in that golden hush,
takes the step that changes everything~
a step toward the future,
toward the father’s warmth,
toward the life that will unfold
one footfall at a time.
And in this quiet turning of the world,
paint becomes life~
a small child stepping into tomorrow,
a father opening his arms to meet it,
their lives unfolding in soft, bright increments~
each step a promise that love
moves us farther than fear ever could.
Give me a man who's introspects
Who concedes the flaw that's true
Give me a man who can laugh at himself
And can walk in another's shoes.
Give me a man who can stand apart
But who's able to blend in
When the road ends he can restart
He plays fair when he strives to win.
Give me a man who can see the world
Without a filter of preconception
Who can recognize when the script is overthrown
By one nagging exception.
Give me a man who can take a critique
But who can also dish one out
Admitting fault doesn't make you weak
And sometimes there is room for doubt.
Give me a man who hears the quiet voice
The soft alarm that something's wrong
Who steps back, revises his choice
Like rewriting the words of a hit song.
Give me a man who likes to jump in a pond
And swim to the far shore
Who wants to see what lies beyond,
And what the journey's for.
Give me a man with a strong arm and a soft word
Empathetic, but not to the point of harm
Who can go against the herd
When the party line raises an alarm.
Give me the company of men such as these
They'll keep me honest too
A trust so deep to keep at ease
And friends to see me through.
Whispers of Nature’s Soul
Respect the hush of morning dew,
Soft light dancing on blades anew.
Gratitude hums in songbird’s flight,
A harmony woven through soft light.
Truth flows like rivers carving stone,
Silent, steady, forever known.
Honor stands like ancient trees,
Rooted deep with quiet ease.
Incredulity clouds the sky,
Yet wild winds teach us to fly.
Leaves whisper secrets as they fall,
Nature’s truths speak clear to all.
Respect the frost on trembling grass,
Gratitude in shadows cast.
Truth is found in open skies,
Honor gleams in eagle’s eyes.
Incredulity fades to dawn,
When night surrenders, light is drawn.
Nature’s voice is soft and clear,
A vow of love we hold dear.
Norman Van Etten
The proud lad's dad dressed in plaid.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
478.
Prayer For Honor
Oh Father God, we pray for honor
That we practice morality & integrity in our labor
Oh Lord Jesus, we ask to be respected
That we be glorified, not humiliated
Oh Holy Spirit, we beg for reverence
That we be away from anomaly & abhorrence
This we implore to our Lord God. Amen.
-12/23/2015
(Dumarao)
*Gideons Prayer Poems for Christian Virtues
Rescued from the Shadows of Ruin
My noble Sire Marcus Baracus, your legendary intervention has pulled me from the very jaws of ruin! I am eternally bound to your grace, for without your heroic shield, my cause would surely have perished in the shadows. My deepest gratitude is yours for the rest of my days!
414.
Honor Our Parents
God created us through our parents
We should be their greatest adherents
For we are their children, their hope & blessing
They also need our loving & caring
As our pro-creators, they are worth our honor
A great way to respect their source, our Creator
A great shame to be ungrateful towards them!
-11/30/2015
(Dumarao)
*21st Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
411.
Honor the Angels & Saints
Angels & Saints are friends of God
Honoring them has never been bad
They can help us become closer
To the One we worship up there
Through them, our Creator magnifies His glory
That many are with Him though He's one & only
To honor His friends is to honor Him too!
-11/29/2015
(Dumarao)
*18th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
Bridging the port
Calming wakes, defined as sport
Not needing any legal court
Only a scoreboard
Pointing which door
An Indianapolis checkered flag
Or hiking Arizona’s crags
Going in zags
Seeing single stags
Boys Fightin Illini windy gusts
Wanting a middle city bust
Girls giving USC, a nice tri
Enjoying a Final Four high
Reaching dunking heights
Friday night
Huskies have in sight
Next day another round
For the Nutmeg town
After dinner
There will be a winner
Due to an early evening rise
From southern gamecock cries
Serving gourmet steaks accompanied with eggs
Worth the beg
Two or three
Spectacle we believe
Are the attempts
Message sent
On the hardwood
By those who are good
Getting two points
Across the arena joint
But do not despair
What is fair
If your academic grades are not there
Since Huskie national championship hopes, are on the air
Woman, I write about you
Every time I think of you
I utilize a special tar
You're mine and my star.
I use a very exotic color
I take my time, I do not rush
I use an elegant brush
In my heart, you're my honor.
Woman, I see you from afar
In my heart, you're a star
I ‘m ecstatic. You're my heaven
Yes, you are an oasis of fun.
It's an honor to color your smile
You are always in front of me
I respect you. You're my glory
In my heart, you're a star.
My heart is holy red
And yours is well fed
By a nutritious blood
You're my spring and my bud.
You're certainly a big star
You're indeed wonderful
I'm using a super special tar
Indeed, you're very beautiful.
Copyright © July 2017, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is a writer of several poetry books.
In veiled gardens where dew-kissed petals first unfold,
Love’s silent scrolls belong to emerald blades untrod,
To blossoms sealed in morning’s virgin gold,
Not fields once wandered by the reckless, wayward god.
The opened rose, its nectar spilled and claimed,
Merits no fragrant quill, no heart’s shy plea;
Its secrets shared, its mystery untamed
Let faded stems stand silent, set them free.
Yet stranger still, when iron warriors bend the knee,
Conquered before the fray, their banners furled;
No lion yields his throne to whispered decree,
No true flame bows where softer shadows rule the world.
This borrowed veil from silver screens and painted lies,
Has chained the oak to ivy’s creeping hold;
Now western winds bear songs of veiled disguise,
Where once proud eagles knelt to doves of gold.
The ancient forge grows cold in yielding sighs,
Steel softened into pleas beneath moonlit skies.
What shadowed bloom when blades forget their bite
Scrolls to the gathered rose, surrender in the night.
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