Inspired to present its essence wondrously
along endowed poetic prowess midst words’ magnificence
my heart indites through light, free, or blank verse prayerfully
furthermore in spiritual rhymes, illumined by divine iridescence…
With triumphant love of God, I am propped to proclaim constantly
His awesome kindness as well as gracious compassion-sense
gripping my soul before I turned 19 in 1988, unforgettably…
when by faith I indeed experienced His very presence.
Yes, Christ’s love* prevails over my writing themes gloriously
having been loaded with His mercy and truth of caring prevalence
thus, witnessing His love beyond the 9-11-2018 global news historically
I penned a declaration to exalt my God, thanking Him for His love’s opulence.
*Ephesians 3:19 …Know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fullness of God.
July 14, 2020
3rd place, "Views For Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Funom Makama; judged on 7/17/2020.
Details Required:
Poem name: “Love of God Am I”
Views as of July 14, 2020: 1,988
Poetry form: Blank verse
Date of Publication: 09/11/2018
Categories:
indites, blessing, christian, devotion, faith,
Form: Quatrain
Metaphors and similes exude when scripting poetic verse.
Across pale parchment, the poet's pen continues to traverse.
Ink courses like life blood, rushing through his eddied veins
as he ignores cramped fingers while writing echoing refrains.
Each stanza arranged by sequence in the creation of a story.
Sometimes his mysterious muse dances wildly with allegory.
He reins her in when he is focused but totally oblivious of time.
With vivid imagination, he sits penning in consummate rhyme.
Thoughts drift like flurries of snowflakes; his passion ignites
as each completed verse lifts his wizardry to greater heights.
In epic form he wanders within a level of verbose amplitude,
composing lyrical sonnets when creating a romantic interlude.
He indites with skill and talent of an accomplished musician,
striving to compose a magnum opus, a worthy composition.
If by chance his poetry is interpreted with eyes of admiration
he'll credit his gypsy muse for offering amorous inspiration.
Categories:
indites, poets,
Form: Rhyme
fib is yet a fabric'd fiction
in th' mind whence tension
th' heart whereof upholds such fact?
or maybe not; for what lies ahead
never hear! hear! the inner dept
an cere beyond nerve can hold
for what once was con now its old
heard no more ; tho' hope it an't true
their hight yet indites a crew
Categories:
indites, senses,
Form: Elegy
From where
The poem comes first, with a ray of sun,
reflecting from river water,
that dances in frolic and fun.
Poet's thought, beyond his imagination,
with cosmic energy, always passes,
from the moon of marmoreal smoothness,
across planets having verdure grasses.
And, then the poem speaks in the dark night
readying for its fresh sprouting,
from the poet’s fertile mind,
silently, without crying and shouting.
A river of words flows
from his as yet dried pen,
whose waves become its lifeline,
and, surrounding like heaven.
Then, the poet indites a poem.
On a child’s blank mind,
Wiping his pearly tears,
to make him a human, so kind
Categories:
indites, inspiration,
Form: Free verse