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Losing worries
Beneath the stardust
Moments,
Embracing peace
Inside the soul stirring
Promises,
Breathing colors
Hues vibrant, soothing
Beautiful
Like the candle’s dance
Sparkling like the moon
Rising beyond clouds
Whispering silent rhymes
Into the sapphire skies,
Erasing the night with lights
Blazing in fires of insight
Reflecting the joy of a sunrise
Flowing beyond the ridges,
In windy limericks –
Beating elegies, verses
Visions in epics, prose, words
Released by the gentling
Spirit of laughter, smiles
Kind and vibrant, soothing
Away the disillusion, the confusion
With belief that holds onto
Hope, faith and love – in a grasp
Handed down from His wonder
His blessings of joy unimaginable,
Joy alive inside the soul,
Joy that believes and controls
The pen, the page, the poet’s statement
This is poetry’s fire lingering
Inside, secrets of the soul,
Exciting like the most inspiring
Moment, the timelessness
Inside the wise words, delighting
Stirring fires of grace abiding…
Across the night,
Glowing, glittery glimmers
Exciting the sunlight at dawn,
the moon’s thoughts -
With a flow of haunting
Treasures in praise, prayers –
Penetrating poetry – pieces of peace,
Pieces of impressions
Brought to life inside the one who knows
His love is the everlasting hope
The second chance to bring alive
The remarkable, the exceptional, the
Notable – the cherished thoughts,
Stanza of grace, vision so startling
It feels like the way through the past,
Around the worries, the struggles,
Through the pain and confusion –
Into the miraculous place
Where His light lifts all the mist away
Clears the way for a new day,
A new hope, a new prayer, a new
Wisdom opening up the life
Who knows the meaning of His sacrifice!
Listen to a need, the sound bleeds
Through the past, the yearning
Silence falls heavy, gentle – it feeds
On the affection, passions burning
Will the heart listen, in giving – a gift
Serene like the silence, a light, hope
Abiding on the kindness, meant to lift
Grace, affection – feelings who cope
Neighbors, beggars, lost in the shadows
Darkness rising, yet there are fireflies
Glistening, reflecting love that arose
From the grave – so the spirit never dies
Will this peace He stirred, the grace
He brought to life when He came down
From the cross, reassuring He would erase
The fears and tears, rewarding a crown…
To those who listen to His compassion,
The affection that reminds us we are loved
Beyond doubts, despite the latest fashion
We are His children, the ones He calls beloved
John 15:13 (KJV) - Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
Acquaintance and Neighborhood Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
January 24, 2023
Jesus Christ the eternal son of God
loved by His father in all eternity
both always in union equally so
reign on high reveals divine identity
This Jesus declares His great love
for His own redeemed loving them so
showing such atoning love on Calvary
dying for our sins defecting our foe
Jesus tells us to constantly stay
always close to His love so dear
abiding in this love for eternity
His inerrant word makes this clear
Follow His counsel and guidance
listen to His spirit utters in our ear
His tones of love so sweet sound
such melodious music so ever clear
This is perfect love Godly and holy
the world ignorantly knows it not
but blessed are we His redeemed
as Jesus love clears our every blot
('As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love. ')
John ch. 15 v.9 (ESV)
God is with me, amid the darkest days
He is beside me as my soul softly prays
God is inspiring me, when hope feels drained
He is lifting me up, with hands that are bloodstained
God is blessing me, even when I feel alone
He is there to guide me, a voice from His throne
God is always providing, a way, a hope and a prayer
He is ever abiding, a silent grace that is always there
God is wise and His wisdom keeps me on the right track
He fills my heart with joy, and always has my back
God is pouring out His love on my heart and soul
He is anointing me with His Spirit, making me feel whole
God is listening to every dream, every hope and tear
He is a light that shines through the darkest fear
God is the wonderful Presence – stilling my anxieties
He is whispering life when I feel lost in our worldly societies
God is the answer to every prayer I pray
He is my comfort and the light in each new day
God is in the moment when my breath began
He is the spirit that brought about each plan
God is with me, and He’ll see me through death
He is there to ease my fear when I take my last breath
God is the answer, when you’re seeking the honest truth
He is who embraces a soul, always there from their youth
God is the kindness that restores me when I’m down
He is the lifeguard and He’d never allow me to drown
God is the Creator of everything in heaven and earth
He is the great wonder and I know what He is worth
God is the stillness of a summer day,
He is the ear who hears what I say
God is the promise for those of us who believe
He is the sweetest Spirit, who I don’t want to grieve
God is the assurance that we have a second chance
He is the music that plays as my spirit tries to dance
God is the miracle worker, the lover of my soul
He is always with me and His love will always console
God is the kindness in every heart who can trust
He is the breath of life who created us all from dust
God is giving me the best there is, with His gentle grace
He is filling me with a love that nothing on earth can erase
january cold
pure white snowflakes are falling-
write winter poems
february ice
hangs from the bare tree branches-
walks in still nature
march is a lion
harsh cold winds and ice warnings-
planning my garden
april and melting
rivers of snow on the street-
dreaming of sweet spring
may is a whisper
gentle breezes caress hair-
I buy daffodils
june and loud thunder
nature is washing my world-
touch buds in garden
july and the sun
my world is full of color-
write flower verses
august is lazy
oh the flowers are fading-
I pen of decay
september and rain
that is dripping from green leaves-
walks in the deep woods
october falling
descending orange beauty-
poems of autumn
november chills come
cold crisp winds and blowing storms-
thinking of summer
december stillness
waiting for snow to show up-
I write christmas words
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December 22, 2015
Poetry/Haiku/my abiding memory
Copyright Protected, ID-15-7376-59-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
For the contest, My abiding memory,
sponsor, Viv Wigley
Second Place
Poems about Flight, Flying, and Birds (III)
Songstress
by Michael R. Burch
Within its starkwhite ribcage, how the heart
must flutter wildly, O, and always sing
against the pressing darkness: all it knows
until at last it feels the numbing sting
of death. Then life's brief vision swiftly passes,
imposing night on one who clearly saw.
Death held your bright heart tightly, till its maw–
envenomed, fanged–could swallow, whole, your Awe.
And yet it was not death so much as you
who sealed your doom; you could not help but sing
and not be silenced. Here, behold your tomb's
white alabaster cage: pale, wretched thing!
But you'll not be imprisoned here, wise wren!
Your words soar free; rise, sing, fly, live again.
Performing Art
by Michael R. Burch
Who teaches the wren
in its drab existence
to explode into song?
What parodies of irony
does the jay espouse
with its sharp-edged tongue?
What instinctual memories
lend stunning brightness
to the strange dreams
of the dull gray slug
—spinning its chrysalis,
gluing rough seams—
abiding in darkness
its transformation,
till, waving damp wings,
it applauds its performance?
I am done with irony.
Life itself sings.
Lean Harvests
by Michael R. Burch
for T.M.
the trees are shedding their leaves again:
another summer is over.
the Christians are praising their Maker again,
but not the disconsolate plover:
i hear him berate
the fate
of his mate;
he claims God is no body’s lover.
My Forty-Ninth Year
by Michael R. Burch
My forty-ninth year
and the dew remembers
how brightly it glistened
encrusting September,...
one frozen September
when hawks ruled the sky
and death fell on wings
with a shrill, keening cry.
My forty-ninth year,
and still I recall
the weavings and windings
of childhood, of fall...
of fall enigmatic,
resplendent, yet sere,...
though vibrant the herald
of death drawing near.
My forty-ninth year
and now often I've thought on
the course of a lifetime,
the meaning of autumn,
the cycle of autumn
with winter to come,
of aging and death
and rebirth... on and on.
Keywords/Tags: flight, fly, flying, bird, birds, hawks, plover, wren, songbird, cage, song
Gentling hues bless my hungry soul
Dazzling sensations who make me whole
Fragments of joy, shards of my muse
Bless my hungry soul, gentling hues
Darkness falls down, like autumn leaves
Bestowing compassion for one who believes
His light is alive in stars, the night’s crown
Like autumn leaves, darkness falls down
Shadows flowing, reflecting all my dreams
Liquid oasis, secrets in beautiful themes
Wonders alive as my love keeps growing
Reflecting all my dreams, shadows flowing
Like the breathless wind, nuzzling my cheek
Joy in shades of grace silence every critique
Mystery and hope mixed together, combined
Nuzzling my cheek, like the breathless wind
Without the Lord above, I’d be lost in dread
It was for my redemption that He came and bled
His grace brought me peace and abiding love
I’d be lost in dread without the Lord above
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 15
Mark Toney
October 2, 2022
Laughter gentles hearts
Rippling through conversations
Joy spilling out
On the spirit with colors
Crisp and radiating
Wonderful dreams, peace
All the things
That hearts believe
Laughter, like a caress
Touches the mind
With insight and inspiration
Humble warmth, imagination
Growing earnest, light
Whispering on the silence
Music flows alive
Dancing on the air
Harmonizing with life
Amused at all our plans
Laughter baptizes souls
In elation, wonder
Rising through the pores
Sweating grace
In puddles of hope
Arising on the spirit
Awakening elation, exultation
Treasures found inside
Where pleasures reside
Embracing the light
Who spills out happiness
Through smiles, sighing
Blessings, prayers
New miracles rest there
Where the laughing smiles
Gesture to the skies
Laughter is a charm
Erasing worry and doubt
Freeing smiles, desire
For a life filled with light
And love so alive, abiding
Inside the one who deems
Grace portrayed
Raining down on those
Who know this is His way
Of filling every day
With feelings we pray
Never go away
Laughter wipes out
The doubt and dread
Flowing through the dark
To color the life in a love
That could only come from above
Proverbs 17:22 - A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.
May 7. 2022
Hope is what I'm hanging on to for the rest of my life
Agitated because I wish I can put a smile on your face
Planning on seeing you shine bright like you used to do
Point is...why do you discourage yourself and doubt your abilities to be set free and fly?
I would keep you safe and warm in my comforting touch
Never worry about what lies ahead; instead, have confidence and ambition
Embrace your illuminating positivity from now on and forever...always abiding in the light of the Lord
Super happy that your optimistic side is taking over your pessimistic nonsense
So, you deserve to be happy and proud of your many accomplishments and unfulfilled dreams of yours....happiness well-spent will be good luck, for your fortunate for the abiding love that is near your side
Vanishing varnish kindly stood the test of
time in sweet and salty impermanence
A boat shed overgrown and faded into
significance of messages and meaning
of rays and days going by and moving on
And nights of course with moon and
stars abiding wheels of life’s abundance
The window graced with murky shades
of innocence where a young man had written
‘I love you’ into a heartfelt arrowed heart
The frame of recollection held the pane
in fading colours like a rainbow on the wane
Distressed wood weather beaten yet
many layers of green and red and yellow
sing the blues of long forgotten journeys
Flaking pealing retreating and still appealing
to nostalgia and loving longing contemplation
What once was stark from mighty strokes
brushing over knots where branches twisted
have retreated to embrace a new beginning
Holes in the door reveal a vessel still with oars
one holds a violet rose in innocence and love
The seasons have moved the man-made paint
towards new adventures where winds of change
have waited on the surfaces caressed by storms
How much I’m deeply touched by ageing shine only
the boat house knows as I speak to it in sandy whispers
It answers ‘Please don’t cover up my codes of beauty
Do not coat another overlay of glossy lamination
Let the elements take over because they know for sure'
05th October 2018