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“Conquering Xanadu’s enigmatic beauty is heaven’s majestic reality of God’s presence.” By the poet
Call me Xanadu---
“an idyllic, exotic
or luxurious place.”
Considered was I as the
Summer capital in 1274-1364
of the Mongol Empire.
Claiming for prominence
famous was I was then for
my palaces, gardens and waterways.
Creating muse for poetry
I represent a condition of mystery
splendid luxury, and easy living.
Carving an essence against enigmatic thought
my perspective delights in my being
a paradise, offering hope and peace.
Come to me as I point you to heaven* of biblical reality
such is abode of God with His grace, mercy and love
beyond the blue for beauteous worship-praise.
Crystal clear is its radiance of holiness’ rays
surpassing my glowing magnificence
since in Heaven, with faith's reality, Christ reigns.
*1Peter 1:3-5 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, To an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you, Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.
April 30, 2023
1st place, "Writing Challenge - Words with 'X'" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/3/2023.
*Amazingly awesome is my God
*My heavenly Father … *Fountain of life
*My sovereign Lord *At my heart’s throne
*Triumph of my spirit.
*Meeting God is a great event to me…
*My best friend, *Jesus Christ my Saviour and Lord
*Prince of peace offered His love to me
*In my wretchedness --- *Beautiful mystery.
*The guiding Light, *The Lord directs me, *Steward of God
*From now on *With virtues poise
*Onward to my celestial abode
*Beyond the sky.
*Shining victory, *God is my companion in my walk
*In the football field of life *So blessed
*Beyond rehabilitation triumph:
*My battle against slothfulness.
*Despite crises, *Abandonment angst, *Dread of separation
*I trust God, *My Saviour, *Servant-Leader
*My service-Mover … *Faith’s strength
*My soul’s thank praise…
*Doctor of heart, *My God knows my need
*Compassionate… *God gives me second chances
*Midst frustration, *God is at work in my afflictions
*Bestowed with grace-bounty…
*The Star in my poetry,
*God is the foremost and center of my life
*Sovereign brain,
*The Lord conquers me…
*With earnestness, I express:
*You are so good to me, my God
*You deserve my praises, Lord
*I love** You, my Saviour.
*My Poem's Title posted on Poetry Soup
**Joshua 23:11 Take good heed therefore unto yourselves, that ye love the LORD your God.
July 8, 2019
1st place, "Collaboration Of Your Titles" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 7/14/2019.
At the Borgo Pass I met a coach and horse,
And the villagers warned me not to go,
They were worried about a supernatural force,
But I had business in Transylvania, though.
The coach rumbled along the Carpathian mountain road,
Through the lightning and pounding rain,
We arrived at an old, darkened abode,
And I thought this trip was all in "vein".
But then opened the great castle door,
And the Count bid me welcome to his house,
He cast no shadow on the floor,
Where scurried a bat and a mouse.
In the mirror he cast no reflection,
On our dinner he did not dine,
And upon my curious inspection,
He drank no water or wine.
Then late that night I awoke with fright,
As something hovered over my bed,
Then I felt a quick, sharp bite,
From a vampire who's eyes glowed red.
Then cried the children of the night,
As all at once, there shined a beam,
I awoke to see a ray of sunlight,
And realized it was all just a dream.
(This poem was my tribute to "Dracula" by Bram Stoker)
Written: November 12, 2023, For Unseekeing Seeker Contest
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Love is a rule binding us all, broad yet near,
Saffron sun sparks souls and spells fear.
Anger, stern iron law, and lethal sword to slay,
Charm shine, truth is a virtue, clean for aye!
We dwell in an ambivalent demesne of mind,
As feelings and amorphous concepts collide.
Follow me in this odyssey of introspection,
Delving into a quest for our soul's correction.
On this planet, hate spreads as a blaze,
Swallowed in the raging blast of a maze.
Consciousness draws us to raw heights,
Where dignity and empathy reign sleight.
Our abode is the vast canvas of the brain,
Disguised skepticism and ideologies strain.
This is where we face our darkest fears,
And delve into the roots of rage and tears.
Apathy is a cancer that eats at the soul,
A fatal illness that harms beyond control.
The way to growth requires looking inward,
Tear rage webs apart. Hello is a flimsy word.
I hear the quiet ticking of the clock in the hall,
That clock has put me to sleep. A crimson ball.
Being fed lies and fake facts, my soul is aware,
You ought to not have lied to me or compared.
Upon venting the wrath to a dear friend,
Anger melted, and the load did transcend.
I spoke with trust, unburdened by my soul,
And I gazed as my grief started to console
In this case, it is a correction that leads the way,
As we release our mutual animosity and affray.
For the sake of our deepest inner rectification,
We uncover the splendor of our actual reflection.
Dear ALLAH I thank you
for every single precious breath
And when you'll place us in paradise
We shall thank you then for death.
People round the world gasping for breath, breathless,
short of breath, some unable to catch their breath,
some breathing their last,
some on artificial costly breathalysers .
How many times do we thank God
for the countless free breaths we breathe our entire life??
Oxygen o2 more valuable and scarce than diamonds nowadays.
Respiration, the main need of all life
Those who eventually recover from covid and find their breath again
can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Yet heavenly sights in paradise will be sure
to take our breath away anyway.
Life or afterlife
Here and hereafter
Life's a gift from God
Now and thereafter
Why end it here and now
Why not extend fun and laughter?
When my DNA and RNA expires with me
May God Resurrect and revive it in me
I live and die for an extension of life in afterlife
God grant me that part eternity
To search for the meaning and purpose of life
is to search and find the Creator of all life
i know there's out there somewhere
in Allah's universe, a heavenly portal
that will lead me to eternal bliss
designed by Allah the immortal.
Imagine a perfect heavenly life with no fear , death or problems
That's a life to die for, when Allah transports us to those realms.
An abode with no sickness or illness
Only peace and total eternal happiness
No viruses but rather real flying horses like real Pegasuses
We could get to ride and fly the universe
with angelic wings without planes or buses
But you have to work to earn and deserve that heavenly paradise
Just follow God's latest holy book, so perfect and so wise.
In London Town he was born and bred,
A ramshackle abode down Popham St.
In Queens' Cottages hunger was he fed,
In London Town he was left for dead.
The landings above the square surveyed
Bins big enough where children played.
Ancient of Times neighboured in a row,
Remnants of war; jaundiced and sallow.
Maggies the sweet shop across the road,
Sixpenny Cream Soda; a wonderful fizz,
Wacky backy, newspapers re echoed
Churchillian rancour of London's blitz.
Air sirens sung their seductive torment,
Chaos ensued to escape the maelstrom
To Underground haven of fear spent,
To avoid the carpet of whistling bomb.
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.England's ablaze;
A fiery inferno and Johnnies lit up a ***.
Let's play dodge the bomb. What a craze.
The landings where we played, had our
Fun, the dungeons where we slept and
Cried. Our war because we were poor
Was at our door. Cor! Listen to the band!
The heat of battle, the shrill of curse
Swear words bombing our souls of womb.
The days we were born, our lives a hearse
To carry us to our graveyard tomb.
We survived the war and lived to tell,
What injustices we suffered and bore.
At times it felt like we were in hell
Now those times are but of folklore.
Sung: The beginning of a WW1 English song.
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Musings of Love in Mithila’s Thoughts
In weary times, when ebbing tides leave hearts forlorn,
I yearn to cradle dreams alive,
In the deep waters of your chest.
When pain engulfs my restless nights,
In the hollow silence of ribs that ache,
I long to wrap myself tight
In the tender weave of woollen threads,
The soft edge of warmth near your breast.
When despair’s heavy breath
Leaves me gasping, lost, undone,
I dream of tending my lips in bloom
Within the curve of your Mona Lisa smile.
How does one endure the solitude
Of loveless skies on a Nilgiri peak?
Even in the shadow of failures near you,
My thoughts find joy, a lavish indulgence,
Amid the sweat of life's relentless hours.
No future, no past
Only a ruinous, misplaced abode remains.
Half a century has drifted by,
Yet I yearn to lose myself in you,
On moonlit nights of passion's bloom.
Among shattered mirrors of neglect,
Where broken memories lie naked and bare,
Still, I wish to drown in your embrace,
Surrendering to desire’s sweet enchantment.
Breathlessly, we shall become
Two souls entangled, utterly alive.
Now, empty, I am a shadow adrift,
A spectre of sorrow amidst ebbing tides.
Yet within my chest, I nurture a river,
Flowing falls with your name
A restless stream, leaping through shores,
Swim across freedom’s span.
In every spring, you steal my heart,
A dreamer crafting skies anew,
You are a hidden flower of untamed grass,
Rooted deep in unseen soil.
Not really sure what it’s all about
Try as I may, nothing comes out
It will return; I haven’t a doubt
In the meantime, I’ll give out a shout
Working a lot on the humble abode
Fixing up potholes out on the road
Once gushing words, to a trickle I’ve slowed
One day again, the muse will explode
Seems when I’m tired, needing the bed
Nothing much rattles inside my head
And when it does, it’s better not said
So I’ve spent my time rowing instead
Sorry to be such a stranger these days
Just don’t seem able to find the right phrase
Likely I’m just going through a dry phase
All in good time, lift hands in praise
Just when it seems everything’s breezin’
In comes a front; fruit trees are freezin’
The Good Book says, there’s always a reason
Peaches and poems, each have their season
Have seen an utopian lane, amidst the thicket, latent In the abode of the clouds, in the lap of the tranquil wilderness, far far away from the mundane mist!
A wheezing sparsely inhabited hamlet, Khonoma, a centuries- old settlement, so green, so serene!
Its' pristine unsullied views, lush wilderness, verdant bushes, aromatic wild blooms, resplendent orchids, rippling rills, are untouched and sacred!
The Angami tribes, the thorpes' dwellers lead an uncustomary simple life, crammed with ancient, timeless traditions and practices, with nature's absolute accord!
The unique panaromic cultivation practice, terrace farming, sprawling on the slopes makes the very sight elating!
Look, the remote richest biodiversity region is twirling with the endemic scented native flora and fauna, the boscage are cramming with untamed wild colourful fruits!
The revered cultural bird, the grey-billed Tragpon, is intoning from the bushes, making the milieu frolic!
Myriads of colourful birds are migrating to nestle in the sacred bushes of the mystic rills!
The pellucid drops from the misty mesas of nearby cascades are playing with the colourful pebbles!
Far from the pandemic, the cherubic hilly terrain is bustling with cerulean rills, shrouded by tropical rain forests and stepped paddy fields!
How finite are the rustic folks' wants and needs, the primitive shanties to dwell, the crystal cascades to quench, the crops of the golden fields to feed the mouths, the vibrant fiestas with nature's changing seasons to celebrate!
A paragon of men and nature in absolute harmony, is lying placidly, the transcendental picturesque tableland, Khonoma, the wheezing green hamlet, an utopia untrodden to bless the naive natives of the far flung highland!
" Sometimes in quest of no man's Utopia, we may miss the existing unleashed Utopia in proximity, yet untrodden " Quote by poet
November 11th 2021
Contest: " U" contest, New Poems Only
Sponsored by: Constane La France
O, Lord of grace, You hold us in Your arms holy,
and when the time comes for us to finally depart,
show us the light to traverse to eternity safely.
O, Lord of hope, from the tormented heart
flow out these humble words, for I bear
the agony of life from the strength You impart.
O, Lord of faith, You guide us with divine glare
across the tempestuous sea to the serene shore
to reside in the abode of peace in your care.
O, Lord of love You suffered for us to the core,
for the burden of the cross You carried slow,
You give fortitude that in pained minds we store.
O, Lord of joy, in life’s dark nights You glow
like the omnipresent unfading pole star we see,
the discovery of sanctity of soul to You we owe.
O, Lord of all, You escort us on the rough sea
to the gleamed horizon at end of our journey.
June 13, 2021
Rhyme checked on RhymeZone.com
Contest : Jesus
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh