Yes, No, or later
Miracle man
10/21/2024
God,
Oft times in prayer I’ve aired my wants to thee,
and many times You’ve became my arbitrator.
Because You saw a future that I couldn’t see,
Your answer wasn’t yes or no, but perhaps later.
I know not what might lie in wait ahead,
and things I want are not always best for me.
God’s voice to me I must always firmly imbed,
so that in prayer He will always hear my plea.
The Word contained, inside the head
Available until we're old
Cherished within the heart as gold
Will bring us to heaven instead
Where those streets of gold are outspread
There Jesus, our Savior, Stronghold
The Word contained
With open arms, and side that bled
Draws into His embrace the soul
That holds the Word within their mould
Deep in their being, love imbed
The Word contained
New Living Bible
John 1: 1-5
1 In the beginning the Word already existed.
The Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
2 He existed in the beginning with God.
3 God created everything through him,
and nothing was created except through him.
4 The Word gave life to everything that was created,[a]
and his life brought light to everyone.
5 The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness can never extinguish it
Contest: Rousing Rondine
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Form: Other
Date: October 15, 2022
Colors she wowed in autumn's praise
Where tinted leaves turn fiery red,
Where gamboge dye prairies imbed.
Meadows winsome in crimson blaze
Inspired poems of heartfelt themes
Strumming passions of season's dreams.
Vying glimpse of her moonlit gaze
Resplendent motifs whirled in dance
Pleasing poise of her gifted stance.
Lauding grandeur of gilded glaze
Lyrics she wrote in flawless rhyme,
How Connie's verses transcend time!
Swaying rhythms of beauteous days
Autumn's glory adorned her art:
Words that blossomed poetic heart.
Colors she wowed in autumn's praise~
Meadows winsome in crimson blaze,
Vying glimpse of her moonlit gaze
Lauding grandeur of gilded glaze
Swaying rhythms of beauteous days.
September 24, 2022
Placed1st: In Remembrance of Connie –
Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney
Form: Constanza
Eight syllables per line
Trifle the thoughts living on a breeze
hearts darken twist a loving soul
eased down an anchored way
can't you feel the sway
Oh mother, hear my calls
muttered in a muted melody
Pulse, held for dear thee thou
leaving dotted lines, symbiotic
airs of allusive elegance
Imbed out an echo of relief
nether real nor silenced hope
exchanged, changed, or rearranged
resistant to extinction
slip away, go slip away
1. Flatter 2. Gravitate 3.Perspicuous 4.Dissipate 5.Malignant 6.Transitory
7.Inurbane 8.Alienate 9.Capricious 10.Scapegoat
Words that FLATTER to sweet ears
Camouflaging the bitter realities
GRAVITATE in the vast space
Returning to the transmitter
Converted in a PERSPICUOUS
Manner to DISSIPATE the
Confussions that imbed in the mind
As a MALIGNANT parasit
Until the TRANSITORY state
Clears the INURBANE atmosphere
To ALIENATE the lifestyle that once
Turned in a CAPRICIOUS SCAPEGOAT
The noise in my head is not in my head,
I hate to think, for it's too hard to tell,
My universe dreams while being mislead;
Fighting the waves while these transmissions swell.
Sorting though scabs that this atmosphere sheds,
Studying maps to navigate this hell—
If only the gods were all in their heads,
When putting together my world so well.
The righteous chaos they had to imbed;
The frustrated faith they had to dispel—
Curse all the toxic terrain that I tread!
Someday I will break from this ragged shell!
For now I must slither like wretched thread,
Winding through the spades of braids laid ahead.
I'm in the town called Tranquility absorbing the sun
Holidaying am I amidst the valley of said sins
Such joyous commotions viewing children's fun
Seeing happiness abound in wondrous spin
But it's the nature of being here, knowing it's begun
Cotton wool clouds caught by grayed demons be
It's just a matter of moments that they engulf all we
Next morning I awaken to skies of deadened grey
In the distance funnels of evil rotate their dread
Swirling spiral vortexes never shy in their display
Their ignorance now shared delivered imbed
Such her power no prisoners she now portrays
Overturned cars, houses adrift trees now stripped
If such were to be human on a drug fueled trip
God, build me some mountains to surround this plain
Allow said sins to be attracted to forever dissipate
Never to allow grief as such, these tremendous pains
Their height being there simply closes the vortex gate
Lets learn from said angers that they never will again
I'm in the town called Tranquility absorbing the sun
Holidaying where am I, seeing parasols in lightly spun
.
Cloaked in beige, the park awaits new dusk-time
and there again owlets will start to chime,
through gentle rain, silence lays all around
while leaves russet glide unto Autumn’s ground
as maples hide their flesh in lean display
where twigs imbed the gangly stems like hay
to shred reams of petals, a torn bouquet.
Yet a wooden bench glows , scenting deep night
As love bestows an oath of fate’s delight;
in September’s innate grace, one kiss, two hops
enshrining wrapped embrace through clear dewdrops
while Fall’s bench cradles woven dreams with finesse,
a season of devotion, of stars that bless
this fond appeal to grasp eternity
into all cycle’s reels, evermore free.
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Isaiah Zerbst’s Interlocking Rhyme Contest
By nette onclaud 1/25/2015
A small kernel, a tiny seed,
drifts into a fertile mind,
floated by inspiring muse,
sometimes angry, sometimes kind.
In furrows richly watered
ideas imbed, softening;
anticipated, cracking shell,
swift burst at kernel's opening.
Pale greening shoots, sprouting branch,
vining leaves garner images,
sparkling similes, metaphors,
figurative language usage.
Minutes, hours, days may pass,
creative imagination increased;
the flower forms, then ripened fruit--
cycle complete, a poem released.
Copyright, August 10, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Wearing clothes to bed simply makes no sense
I must float freely on my waterbed
But when I wake in the morning, I’m tense
Wrinkles from the sheets on my skin imbed
Rolling out of bed, I lower my head
All of my windows and blinds are open
Crawling, I fear neighbors might see butt skin
A snake, I slither in my birthday suit
Trying to avoid boob sighting again
And the tattoo that sits on my “patoot”
I made a mistake reaching for my robe
The rack fell down hard, landing on me
Here I lay thinking my world’s out of whack
I struggle but there’s no way to get free
My Life Alert bracelet rang out quickly
No success grabbing a sheet from the bed
The rescuers arrived in warp-speed time
To find a nude lady well past her prime
Face down, the tattoo was now in full view
Explaining what happened, I’d quite a time
*Entry for Cyndi’s “Birthday Suit” contest
April 24, 2012
I often sit and watch my wife
Make random threads take on new life
With tiny stitches placed just so
Transform cloth to a tableau
Small bags of floss sit by her side
Into single strands divide
Kaleidoscope of rainbow hues
Subtle color patterns fuse
Shades and shapes like magic form
Some colors bright while others warm
I marvel at the skill she wields
The finished product that it yields
The detail wrought into each piece
Makes my awe for her increase
That she can create and imbed
Such beauty starting with one thread
I was picking invisible lent off my shirt
While you awkwardly shuffled your feet in the dirt
With every step we took, we distanced ourselves more
Silence played softly in the background until we finally reached your door
I much rather prefer a casual goodbye, but I know that is just not your way
Then I feel your arms squeezing me tight as you whisper in my ear and ask me to stay
I want to, but the air isn't inviting enough
And if I don't leave now, I'll miss the bus
So I take a step back and take one last good look at you
I smile and feel that old feeling again, a feeling I wish I never knew
Because if I didn't know it, I wouldn't be crying as I watch pavement pass
Every mile more down the road, was my heart slipping through an hourglass
Squeezed tight through a space so small, and worn down by time
Oh darling, how this feeling makes me wish you were never mine
So take these words and imbed them in your head
Just like those damned memories of us, I know, I'll never forget
two stones, one hot, the other cold
amethyst and azure they be
the amethyst found in sunsets bold
azure as light pierces the sea
the amethyst of green, blue and red
azure, only green and blue
do we also have things which imbed
making us behave as we do
Jun 09 2011 for Rick's "stones" contest
I wish we could talk like we used to...
I wish you loved me the way I love you...
I wish I loved you the way you love me...
I wish things were the way that they used to be...
I wish I hadn't said the things that I had...
I wish your reaction didn't make me so sad...
I wish I could take all the words back...
I wish that without you my world wasn't so black...
I wish I could fly to see you right now...
I wish I could touch your face somehow...
I wish that these miles didn't keep us apart...
I wish I hadn't given you my whole heart...
I wish that you could see the truth in my lies...
I wish that you wouldn't put on a disguise...
I wish I didn't fall apart when we don't talk...
I wish that your absence didn't make me balk...
I wish I could see a smile on your face...
I wish I didn't long for your warm embrace...
I wish these thoughts didn't form in my head...
I wish these feelings in my heart wouldn't imbed...
I wish that my heart didn't feel broken and shattered...
I wish that any of this actually mattered...
In faithful retrospect of tend,
do find rewarding more than fate, its rend
God's plan, as yours for mine, as lasting fend
fruition from my rhyme, does so amend.
In Holy vigil's sign, a hope to bend
accordance, in converse to bade, to send.
A thought to give you peace, voiding contend,
and love returns to hold voicing extend.
Some secret bonding, inspiration's read
awaiting its inscription ~ time's instead.
All grace abides forever, taking head
a frontage, a concern's avowed imbed.
So promised footage, spiraling, God's led ~
is asking . . . ask me now, what He has said!
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