I am just a mile away if you are looking for a place to stay
I am just a mile away if you want to start a brand new day
I have coffee and cream in my up and garlic bread toast with
Thin slices of pot roast and a touch of César salad to blend
I am just a mile away if you want to relax, I have everything
That you need for a perfect setting and all the convenience for an exquisite dwelling; I have French cuisine the one that you always imagine in your dream, I have French onion soup for lunch and lamb shank navarin and many more dishes that you can choose from
and if you don’t like my taste you can try Italian romantic paradise and good company to make you smile. I am just a mile away if you have lost your way, I have Chicken Scarpariello, bracoile and Italian casserole
and all the courage you seek to make your spirit bold
I longed for an early morning breakfast to relax and watch the sun rise
I can see smiles all over your face and I heart inditing a good matter; the moment is finally drawing near when the sun and the moon will cross over the hemisphere and we will all emerge out of the dark and the universe will meet at last,
I am just a mile away.
Good time
Write rhyme…
Great muse
Verse views…
Poem aim
Love’s flame…
Blest write
Peace might…
God’s ray
Pens day.
*Psalm 45:1 … My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
November 8, 2022
3rd place, "A NEW HIKU FOOTLE TANKA" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 11/8/2022.
Entrusted with divine oracles
reverberating with “Thus saith the Lord”
of wondrous historical chronicles
proclaimed as “Thy Word”...
you documented sovereign miracles
on scrolls, through frayed, cannot be vanquished by evil sword.
Hence, you are honoured with your diligence
along heavenly vision-iridescence
to publish the Creator’s statements
not using any pen, but crude scribbling implements.
Inditing* blessed Scriptures
you are ancient writers of spiritual calling
endowed with wisdom of grandfathers' scribe-features
exposing Genesis patriarchs in their faith fulfilling
never under desk lamp but upon the Holy Ghost’s illumining ventures
assured by God’s power, never failing.
Thus, your devotion is commended indeed
by what you’ve done, many souls have been freed
reached with the Almighty’s love and grace
blessed while reading His living Book with trust and praise.
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
July 9, 2020
I would be the pen* in the sovereign Author’s hand
Communicating what He has perfectly planned
Along righteous command of virtuous demand
Toward gracious life that is bountifully grand.
Honoured am I to be gripped with supreme prudence
Exposing heavenly wisdom’s iridescence
Expounding truth of verities’ precious essence
Against the attacks of skeptical impudence.
With prevailing love, mercy and peace as my ink
I can inspire hearts to care as minds of kindness think
Moving commitment beyond dedication brink
Propelling compassion for selfishness to shrink.
As the pen bearing the great Creator’s trademark
I yield to His fingers for miraculous spark
So poems can shine midst nooks in souls hopelessly dark
Drawing them nigh to the Lord and to His voice*, hark.
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
June 15, 2020
7th place, "Non Human" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 6/16/2020.
The dripping poet’s pen
is a ready tongue
excited to be heard
by curious eyes
seeking enlightening
through imaging words
of a contemplative mind;
metaphorically
visioning cosmic truths
from the cistern
of revealing wisdom;
timing life on earth
between the light
of living and the darkness
of death—both given
equal justice—yet
its equity in living life
is not as in dying death,
for death is not prejudice
and can’t be blamed
that free at last is deemed
be in her, rather than in birth.
Inditing* love notes out from the depths of heart
Earnest poet spends much time right from the start.
Asserting truths passionately along wisdom’s perspective
Poignant poet embarks toward thinking sessions, being reflective.
Musing with service-kindness along its myriad engagements
Enamored poet zealously indulges in precious moments.
Pondering about misery, pain, distress-pressure
Aggrieved poet craves for more hours to relate lessons to treasure.
Cogitating midst bliss of healthy relationship’s goodness
Amiable poet seeks great seconds instilling partnership-fullness.
Appreciating the Sovereign Creator upon praise gratitude's height
Blessed poet wastes not minutes declaring faith-fortitude's delight.
Whatever is the theme, in and out of season…
True poet can never be “part time” by virtue of poetic reason.
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
July 4, 2019
5th place, "Part Time Poet" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner; judged on 7/9/2019.
hearts* of word-artists
relive great realities
God blesses poems' bliss!
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
August 8, 2018
This life will be briefly averred
as a part of me is well aware
that I will always be remembered
the every moment you live, you breathe
you write a single word each second
and you will sob inditing each letter.
A part of me is well aware
that even I keep close my eyes
The sun will still shine bright
Yesterday or Today or Tomorrow
I had shone and will shine in your heart, in your mind
when you will feel my rays abreast your soul
and you will rue those gleaming memories behind.
This life will be briefly averred
as you live on your days with shammed smiles
and slowly you will adhere to live with it
As you know you only live with sore disires
You wipe a single drop and several will follow
still you will shine with a sham smile, bumbling all your onerisms.
A part of me is well aware
that even if I leave you lone and walk away far
The moon will still appear during rising tide
Morning or Evening or Night
I had rose and will rise in your marvels, in your dreams
When you will feel the surge of absence of mine
and you will be numb then and even you will mislay your mind.
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