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My journey has taken me from careless to homeless,
From comfort to chaos, throughout the many years.
Whereas now, I feel like I've seen it all,
So what's left, besides unspoken fears?
This history has taught many lessons,
Though some, I'd just as soon forget.
While I venture towards a new chapter,
In an unfinished book without regret.
My movements will send me forward,
Because it's true, we can't go back.
Although my pace may be more cautious,
As some wisdom often shows what I lack.
The reality is merely an adventure,
Where new experience awaits all to be seen.
While the exploration requires deft progress,
The achievement will be simply routine.
Prophets of old from time immemorial had foretold,
Evils of ages and eras, like dried leaves, will be storm-soared;
Seeds of freedom, not like wheat, but like ember, sternly sown,
Would erupt, like lava, and the earthly vile would get blown...
Thus, revolution, in form of flesh, took birth in a womb,
That, like fertile earth, stood ready for insurgence to bloom;
Virgin Mother the tool of God, gave up her sacred will,
To bring forth the great savior; wisdom-words, thus, to fulfill...
Not gaining place in the inn is not meager helplessness,
Nor manger, a curse for deviation or sinfulness;
Divine will has way of reaching absolute fulfillment,
In this achievement, human beings are God's instrument...
And thus, the time of that exact atonement hour arrived,
In Mary, age-old promise of salvation got revived;
History of deliverance, phase by phase went dawning,
To quench the thirst of humanity, in bondage drowning...
The child born, though seem helpless, is not a thing of pity,
He's king, king of kings, Emmanuel, witty and gritty;
He is a silent sage of endless ages, who tells the world:
Tasks of humanity to be achieved are manifold...
Lullabies, angels sing for him are, songs of liberty,
Earth and heaven are bound in eternal affinity;
Shepherds discern the divinity and joyously sing,
Church bells - Gloria mingled Alleluia - loudly ring...
22 December 2021
Nativity New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Closing my eyes shut in a pleasant doze
Within the warm arms of mother Anne
Safe from the unsteady and trembling world
Within her arms of stability
Loved and smothered by all, cherished as gold
In a garden of perfect order
Filled with joy, without authentic glory
She always whispered into my ear
Assurances of earthly achievement
Promises of mortal and worldly love
Dreams of a near land of milk and honey
For whenever I shall leave her care
While in her arms, I heard a distant call
A call from outside this cosmos, a Gnostic call
I believed in that call, and set to seek it
After I will inevitably leave her arms
The destined day came; she loosened her hands
Telling me that ahead was a bridge
And assured me of milk and honey lands
So, Anne let me go, and off I went
I kept hearing the call outside this cosmic sea
Far away, a sweet fragrance of life for me
Instead of a bridge, it was a summit
I was casted down to climb back up
And quickly saw the promised land of “joy”
The gleeful land of milk and honey
Was instead a land of smog and pitfalls
Lost and confused, with no guide or map
I trudged along, with no way to go back
Near the very end, my soul gave up
But my body kept going and searching
Blindly I fell into an abyss
Down to Sheol, where I took a short rest
I recollected the arms of Anne
And remembered her arms’ stability
I kept hearing the call outside this cosmic sea
Far away, a sweet fragrance of life for me
Taking a solemn rest, breathing a sigh
The path ahead became much darker
I entered the dark valley of the soul
Where an old phantom waited for me
That slept dormant since my entombing birth
Was now awakened and tortured me
With only me sleeping keeping him back
My soul was blown and tossed for six months
By his unseen, all-consuming presence
Every second of every hour
Trying to deafen the call with wailing
I recollected the arms of Anne
And remembered her enveloping warmth
I kept hearing the call outside this cosmic sea
Far away, a sweet fragrance of life for me
August 10 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 59-63
Key Verse – Isaiah 59:1 Behold, the LORD's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear.
HEART THAT DEPENDS ON THE LORD AND HIS HAND
Our heart depends on the Lord and His hand midst His authoritative declarations
Since He shows us His instructions
Upon His righteous directions
For the strengthening of our Scriptural convictions.
Our heart depends on the Lord and His hand midst His heavenly wisdom
Since He ushers us to His kingdom
Upon His sovereign Bible-braced Christendom
For the effectiveness of our spiritual freedom.
Our heart depends on the Lord and His hand midst His divine guidance
Since He leads us by His assurance
Upon His constant attendance
For the fruitfulness of our genuine ministry-performance .
Our heart depends on the Lord and His hand midst His truthfulness
To hedge us around His graciousness
Upon His sanctifying holiness
For the steadfastness of our blest faithfulness.
Our heart depends on the Lord and His hand midst His eternal agreement
To train us according to His achievement
Upon His consistent accompaniment
For the beauty of our sacrificial attainment.
Our heart depends on the Lord and His hand midst His continuous blessings
To lead us through His enhancings
Upon His loving pressings
For the enthusiasm of our worshipful praisings.
Our heart depends on the Lord and His hand midst His triumphant bliss
To make us rejoice by His goodness with Brod and Sis
Upon His sweet fellowship despite worldliness’ hiss
For the vibrancy of our relationship with Him we cannot miss.
August 10, 2026
I look outside my window, at the trees growing bare
I stare at speckled leaves, piling random everywhere
I watch them decompose, death’s clogging up my air
I want to rot with them, on the sidewalk over there
I’m weary with vitality, having discarded all it’s flair
I’m sick and tired of continuance, recycling and repair
I’m on the whole partial, to forget about the stairs
I’m doing cartwheels, first rectangular then a square
My heart lives up my sleeve, can only deal from there
My thoughts for others, cannot be bothered to share
My sole sense of achievement, is self inflated despair
My halo at last comes full circle, I kick away the chair
''W'' New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Choice word #1 Weary
11/24/21
March 29 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 9-12
Key Verse – 1Samuel 9:27 … Stand thou still a while, that I may shew thee the word of God.
FAITH IN GOD WHO SHOWS US HIS WORD
God shows us His Word for our instruction
While we learn to stand with discretion
Upon our faith’s Scriptural circumspection
That keeps us following His wise direction.
God shows us His Word for service-effectiveness
While we work against slothfulness
Upon our faith’s diligent steadfastness
That moves us toward ministry-productiveness.
God shows us His Word for our help against struggle
While we come to His throne for prayer-snuggle
Upon our faith’s strong grip despite need-wiggle
That allows us for praise with thanksgiving bugle.
God shows us His Word for our selfishness-smiting
While we humble down toward carnality-melting
Upon our faith’s full reliance in Him midst divine meeting
That propels us to honour Him, His name exalting.
God shows us His Word for our guide
While we obey His statutes that conquer our pride
Upon our faith’s courageous conviction to stay on His side
That drives us for submission while in His will we abide.
God shows us His Word for our righteous posture
While we wear standards of holiness-vesture
Upon our faith’s sincere worship against hypocrisy’s torture
That encloses us around His fellowship with love’s gesture.
God shows us His Word for our heavenly achievement
While we apply His principles with commitment
Upon our faith’s earnest devotion for discipleship-involvement
That empowers us toward His kingdom advancement.
March 29, 2025
In our next life,
let's swap lives,
You become the poet , i become the muse
You yearn for me while I stay oblivious
You write books on me,
while I don't bother
In our next life
I get the flower and you deal with the thorns
In our next life
I love me like breathing
while you admire my dawn.
After all, the knife was your's and the wound was mine
Yet, Yet 'I' called it love every darn time
Everything you made up
Everytime you gaslit
My brain denied but my heart didn't
The fire of desire was to be smothered by ice
But neither did the fire burn my ice( My Brain), my ice was frozen in
Into neither believing nor confrating
for confranting was forbidden by fire(heart)
and acknowladgement is mocked ice.
But now when ice melts fire
the birthing sunshine kills desire
here l am standing still
Standing strong like never before
For now I have learnt the art of letting go
The letting go of love
the achievement of wave pain
Now I have learnt that love doesn't circle
I have learnt that love maybe was just mend for us
For now I know my smothered desire and my shaken fire Would STILL ROOT FOR ME
But I am still fond of the time
When I thought the stars aligned
aligned to show love
But soon realised thats not how they rhymed.
And now when I am learning the lesson of faith and letting go of your vain
When ice is estinguished and fire melted
And Now finally ,
When I can not unlove you
I envy the people who never met you.
Another year is complete with its ups and downs,
Another chapter written, a page turned over,
Times when we maintained composure or had breakdowns,
Now it's time for a significant changeover,
Hearts filled with gratitude, we look up to heaven,
Thanking God for the blessing of His living breath,
Each disappointment was a refreshing lesson,
Each achievement taught us of His guidance in depth,
Now we look forward to a bright, new beginning,
Forgetting the past and reaching for the future,
Praying for a prosperous start, we are singing,
Thanking for today and hoping next year's SUPER,
This last day of 2025, we stand here,
Looking unto Jesus Christ, this year we embrace,
Wishing everyone a very Happy New Year!!
May God bless you with His benevolence and grace!!!
~ JEBA & JOANNA
THE EMPTY BOAT
I cross the river of the world in a boat I have emptied of myself,
and precisely because I am no longer in it — no one shouts, no one curses,
a man's anger is the most precious thing he owns — a passenger he calls the Self,
and when the boat is empty even the storm passes straight through without touching it.
The straight tree is the first to be cut down — precisely because it is straight and strong and sure,
the clear spring is the first to be drained dry — precisely because its water is pure and sweet,
if you swallow the sun and the moon a light will burn around your head like a curse,
and you will be the first one struck by calamity — precisely because you shine too bright.
Achievement is the beginning of failure — whoever has finished has already begun to fall,
fame is the first step toward disgrace — whoever has climbed the highest has the longest way down,
and the one who is content with himself has done a worthless work without ever knowing it —
the paradox of wisdom is that the truly wise man looks like a fool among fools.
Who can lose himself inside the crowd of men — descending unseen into the Tao —
he flows like life itself through the world with no name, no home, no destination,
simple and without distinction, his steps leave no trace in the wet sand of history,
he achieves nothing — and for that very reason nothing can ever be taken from him.
He judges no one — and for that very reason no one can ever judge him,
his boat is empty and for that very reason it floats lighter than any other boat,
I still carry so many passengers inside me — old angers, names, victories, shames —
and my boat is slowly sinking under the weight of everything I believe I am.
Empty the boat — empty it of yourself — and you will cross the river without getting wet,
you will flow like the Tao through the world — unseen, unstruck, uninterrupted, unquestioned —
the perfect man is the lightest man alive because there is no one left inside him,
and his emptiness alone is the only form of fullness that can never be broken.
Arousing achievement ardor
affirming assertive aspirations
Beaming brightly
beyond besetting blight
Carving creations consciously
circumspectly with care
Dreams are stars of clarity that direct
delighting desires to dare and do…
Empowering exploits midst pain-exposure
earnestly enabling with empathy
Freedom to fight fear
fortitude flight fueled by faith
Girded while governed for growth
geared toward going then glowing
Hope-hoisted held high
healing against woes' hindrances
Illumining then instructing
influencing to ignite interesting interactions
Jubilantly pursuing joy
junking jabs of wrong judgment
Kindling kindness
kaleidoscopic in its worthy kinship...
Leading in loving the LORD
as light* toward learning-leaps!
*Matthew 5:16 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
ABC with alliterations in free verse
December 1, 2023
2nd place, "Stars Of Clarity" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Ink Empress; judged on 12/3/2023