Nearing departure* toward eternity, I now indite
my testament reverberating truths divinely aright
inspired by Apostle Paul whom the Scriptures cite
exemplifying the beatitudes I earnestly invite.
Once tortured by doubts tormenting me for escape flight
I have kept the faith through God’s compassionate might
against frustration-failure sight
for triumphant stewardship-height.
Downtrodden whenever carnality pursued selfish delight
my soul strove, never to retreat from battle for what is right
vanquishing fruitlessness’ blight
to build lives against evil’s fight.
Enveloped by unbelief midst skepticism bite
I trusted God’s grace and love that excite
overcoming slothfulness' mocking slight
with empowered service of prayer-plight.
Forgiven from confessed guilt-fright
my spirit ascends following heaven’s light
beholding forever --- devoid of night
now, my legacy I leave triumphantly tight.
*2Timothy 4:6 For I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand.
July 9, 2021
1st place, "A Brian Strand Rhyme" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/9/2021.
Categories:
indite, blessing, christian, death, faith,
Form: Monorhyme
Coming back home on a repatriation flight
Overwhelmed by the shield and double masks blurring my sight
Making my way home to escape the blight
I could not wait to feel the warmth of my tropical sunlight
Never was I so happy as when we landed on the site
Glad to be home but on the plane we had to sit tight
Because quarantine forms had to be filled out right
And Covid-19 tests results had to be presented in black and white
Captain and hostesses were flexing their might
Keeping us in plane prison way into the night
Hating to wait I began to indite
Of how coming back home was such a huge plight
Making travel plans now no longer a delight
Everything now high-jacked in this pandemic fight
Categories:
indite, adventure, feelings, journey, travel,
Form: Acrostic
Methinks all antediluvian Love was
Whiter than snows atop higher tors;
And with more troth dudes did kiss
Purer maidens for pleasanter bliss.
I deem Art shortly after Noah’s Ark
To have been of better-spun spark;
And bards of far more sublime quill
Did indite with stouter metered skill.
Niftier lines which Columbus hymned,
On virgin voyages to terrains deemed
By soil-tilling mortals uninhabited yet;
Such ditties do dim both fear and fret.
Tighter Calvary Faith as Bunyans
Prisoners fell in Hades' vile plans,
Wet-toweling martyrs' spirits bold,
Felt saltier with truer saints of old.
Daintier Oratory and Polemics alike
Did with indeed finer Lincolns spike;
Notches less finessed minions today,
Such steadily sorrier contrasts betray.
Categories:
indite, abortion, absence, adventure, age,
Form: Epic
Some ply the pen lissomely and light
Words like putty in their hands unite
Awkwardly do I on paper indite
Some wet scrawls that fail to ignite
Will I ever fulfill that dream?
A pen of panache, pizzazz and flash
With spring’s verdure and winter’s lash
Dancing on paper with every dash
Colorful as autumn, clear as sash
Has my soul with its hope agleam
Words pregnant and sublime
Running smoothly in rhyme
Free from the confines of time
Will I ever enjoy such prime?
And of the crop be of the cream?
Or will it end up all mundane
And turn out a prayer in vain
For so heavy a fall of rain
That may at once flood my terrain?
With such dreams I can’t cease to teem
Categories:
indite, dream, poetry, writing,
Form: Rhyme
B l i s s f u l
am I as teacher, social worker, church writer-editor, surrogate Mom
while rejoicing* to love God, conduct Bible studies, and indite poems
believing that faith, compassion, and humility please my Saviour
manifested through gratefulness, concern, as well as kindness
midst angst of frustrating Christ, grieving the Holy Spirit, and being fruitless…
thus; by the Almighty's grace, I pray, serve, and enjoy life all the more
in fulfilling my mission in this mortal abode temporarily as the Lord’s
b e l i e v e r.
*Psalm 35:9 And my soul shall be joyful in the LORD: it shall rejoice in his salvation.
March 28, 2020
5th place, "Bio Modified" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 4/25/2020.
Categories:
indite, blessing, character, christian, faith,
Form: Bio
Indite- compose and to write
I oped my eye's
lights brighter than bright
blinding my oped eyes
inside butterflies are swarming,
Quietly I re verse six
thought of poetical Sonnets
as lovely as they came to be
for they became as loved
beautifully attempted for,
Its bed time o sweet butterflies
for now I oped my eye's
again once and lastly
cleared my throat as ,
I'm now ready to indite and the night will be mine
Categories:
indite, character, courage, creation, encouraging,
Form: I do not know?
Had this weak pen those sly Phoenix's powers,
I wouldn't pester Time's much-envied eternities
With blank queries that deaf ages well eschew,
With any other of fate's multi-jigsawed parities.
I would some five hundred ugly monsters kiss,
And with each lip-touch life's bored cares miss.
I would with most fatally feared cannibals play,
And thus remiss spend longevity's primest day.
But that legendary fowl's exaggerated breath
I lack in luck's slow-fading inkwells and quills;
Her survival ruse against death's sinking ploys,
I feign no better than antique anecdoting skills.
Bereft of mystic health plus its fabled might,
I sing and act like one with a rationed height.
Why tire the chained serf's tongue and sinew,
To be outlived by tiniest wings that ever flew?
So let the hour-caged minion to Maidens Nine,
Indite his poesies while life still winks her sign.
Categories:
indite, allegory, art, spiritual,
Form: Didactic
Writing An Acrostic
Warm Warm spell imply spells written represent secrets on paper, tablet, and or stone.
Royal Royal favours recommend favours lead beacons wavered under cover.
International International interests institutions increase institutions indite ledgers’ cloned.
Traditional Traditions of scripts ignore scripts gazette top-secret matters splatters ink slops unrecognizable.
Identical Identical wordings follow word formulate DNA transcripts yet still top-secret.
National International institutions write institutions write encoded notes scramble up.
Greatest favours facilitate greatest flavors encourage transgress thoughts.
Writings on the wall or not?
...
.
08/19/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
indite, allusion, analogy, word play,
Form: Acrostic
I think I need a husband,
think of this a lot.
The babies coming soon,
am staring at the cot!
Have put on extra weight,
need some validation.
Feeling stressed and not the best,
from this anticipation.
Passed the morning sickness,
though now it is at night.
Makes sense to have a wordsmith,
for baby to indite.
Prefer to have a husband,
together we could show 'em,
we'd be versed for we have nursed...
a little baby-poem.
Think I need a husband,
a baby needs a Dad.
Am thinking babies name could be-
Junior-Writing Pad.
Nurturing my baby,
hope Daddy comes real soon.
Am dreaming of my husband,
his words will make me swoon.
Think I need a husband,
will some one get my drift?!
Would really like a husband...
Dare you to enlist!!
Categories:
indite, baby, fun, funny, husband,
Form: Rhyme
Seeing the Almighty Lord* with faith's vision
my illumined eye is awed along gratefulness' bliss...
Looking unto Jesus Christ midst the regal blue sky,
my spirit's pen is inspired to indite...
Rejuvenating my spirit against zaffre angst
God in His royal grandeur
of admiral sovereignty reveals to me
through my tiffany-covered ultra-chic Bible:
His precious love –
beyond sapphire’s worth and turquoise price
His cyan peace surpassing Pacific
or Arctic Ocean’s serenity
His cornflower grace reflected
by cerulean firmament above azure sky
His lapis lazuli light against midnight turmoil
pacifying cobalt trials’ crucible
His comfort cuddling me as a baby
within Aegean enclosure
His berry-filled blessings with peacock beauty
along aquamarine trust-prayer.
*Revelation 11:17 ...We give thee thanks, O Lord God Almighty, which art, and wast, and art to come.
July 13, 2018
1st place, "Poetically Me THIS PICTURE WHAT CHA' SEE" Poetry Contest Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.; judged on 7/16/2019.
Edited on November 2, 2021
Categories:
indite, blessing, encouraging, faith, god,
Form: Free verse
Will you read me again?
Please read me again
And write me a reply
So I can write again...
Yes she wrote for the
Brother fattens like baobab
Fat yet she thins like biltong
At displeasure, He be wordly
Yes she wrote for the
Brother seized power but
Is it for the people by the people
Dermocratic only on manifesto.
Yes she wrote for the
Brother claim immunity when
Questioned . He is conflict with
His phrases I cant make sense out.
Yes she wrote a writ
That her indite to incite
Nitwits she engraved and post
Forth the pun in word. Dictionary.
Yes she wrote
Categories:
indite, loneliness,
Form: Blank verse
As I proceed to indite in reluctancy
A vortex in my mind opens up to me
With my imagination running wild
Is it no wonder I feel beguiled
So much in there, oh what to choose
I have my sanity to lose
My feet in mud, my head held low
No thought neatly in a row
So many thoughts to contemplate on
When one enters, a dozen are gone
My love is vast and covers many things
Remaining open for new ones it brings
Give me one woman here to kiss:
my agony would turn to bliss
my cottonballs would turn to brain
give me that sweet, bitter, pain
Moving the tide and changing the subject
and take a moment on my life to reflect
if at all it is possible for one to create
a contented mind before it’s too late
A black dog joins me in the void
that's me, I'm mightily annoyed
give me a ladder to climb out
I'll treat you to a stout!
***
August 5, 2017
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
Categories:
indite, animal, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
She wept and sobbed till her lungs were sore, but not a single soul realised.
Further and further down she sinks, but no one knows yet a single thing.
How much more could she take?
How much more till she's free?
From these chains that bound her down ever so forcibly?
She screamed out loud, with all her might;
No one heard, not one tried.
When comes one who would be, always there no matter what may be?
Categories:
indite, cry, deep, depression, emo,
Form: Blank verse
Hent my heart from wandering concepts of affection.
Recant the murmurs of insecurity that riddled my temple.
Like a slow wound toy awaiting release from a child's grasp and attention.
Toss and birl, whipsawed into the oblivion of life's gamble.
Take away this wretched knife in my side.
A knife that twist with every incantation.
Those bastards! Jackanapes! Stirring in the tides.
Exordium! When I appear to disappear. Insouciance!
This tires me into a gaumless breathing, beating whole.
Furl all I can, these product of fallibility and madcap.
As I breathe deep into a bibelot diamond. The centre of my soul,
I feel the urge to plotz from reminders and blankets.
As I indite a subtle line of assurance. I contrived.
Culling into materials and conversations. I quelled.
Forgoing this disposition. Finally, Peace has arrived.
Retribution in it full essence. Salient though dishevelled.
Categories:
indite, jealousy,
Form: Rhyme
Fog thick as thieves reduces sight
Its white-gray silhouettes pine trees
Floating in moisture feels at ease
Slow misty drops drip dark as night
Coating all trees, shrubs, animals
This eerie scene quite tangible
Quiet in nature a delight
Animals hunkered down; wait time
In den or nest, life seems sublime
Time seems to be in life's slow flight
Cold and hunger engross their life
Soon birds will come to feed no strife
Days numbered 'pon the wall indite
Animals accept each second
Not knowing time their great present
Fog thick as thieves reduces sight
Slow misty drops, drip dark as night
Quiet in nature a delight
Time seems to be in life's slow flight
Days numbered 'pon the wall indite
Written January 02, 2014
Inspired by Craig Cornish
Categories:
indite, environment, time,
Form: Rhyme
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