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The LORD is my Shepherd*; but I have goat’s charm
Thus, I shall not blame Him when I face dearth-alarm...
He protects me; yet in carnality, my body agonizes in pain
While He directs, my feet are stubborn in search for worldly gain…
He fires up my freezing soul toward spiritual revival
As my sins like filthy rags keep clinging to my survival…
Yes, I’m convinced of the Almighty’s presence midst attacking doubts
So I beg His rod and staff to smite my unbelief to win against fleshly bouts…
Cognizant of the Saviour’s blessings and bountifulness
“Why is my cup not running over?” cries my heart in faithlessness…
Indeed, God loves me, reaching down to offer His saving grace and mercy
Woe unto me if I neglect eternal life by not trusting Jesus, defying His clemency.
*Psalm 23:1 “The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.” (KJV)
December 23, 2020
3rd place, "COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (45)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/19/2021.
He gave her a bunch of roses
deep red and highly scented
sweetly he romanticizes
With loving heart, her, he teases
with his love before her casted
he gave her a bunch of roses
Some may think he needs new lenses
for with comeliness not gifted
sweetly he romanticizes
With all her sweetness she cleanses
a pure soul she had been granted
he gave her a bunch of roses
Her sense of fun amuses
with her he is so enchanted
sweetly he romanticizes
Over which ring he agonizes
choosing one that could be flaunted
he gave her a bunch of roses
sweetly he romanticizes
I wrote this for a reading I am doing on Valentine's Day yet it is also for all lovers everywhere
Awfully loathsome in its brutality
Hate's cruelty is evil in its entirety
As heart agonizes due to its torturous despicability
Belittling human dignity, affecting creation by its complexity...
With the attack of hate's cruelty
Unborn babes can't enjoy existence wondrous beauty
Abandoned kids face challenges in obscurity
Bullied adolescents suffer in their infirmity
Battered spouses weep silently in their afflictions' severity
Discontented husbands and wives fight with pride's importunity
Victimized children wallow in separation anxiety
Struggling homes waver in their solidarity's stability
Wrecked marriages fall toward dysfunctional futility
Bitter family members escape from reality
Toward disillusionment, questioning their identity...
As hate's cruelty undermines kindness-sensitivity
Chaos and turmoil can be felt, devoid of unity
Echoing envy, contempt, panic, anger, oppression's intensity
Indeed, affecting progress and prosperity
Robbing people of joy, victory and peace around safety
While instilling fear, terror amidst insecurity
Even animals are not exempted to experience barbarity
When their welfare is neglected midst uncaring community...
When unchecked, perpetrators of hate's cruelty
Continue with their aggression insanity
While victims in their martyrdom-superiority
Stay lamenting midst abuse-propensity...
Oh! I ask God for His mercy, grace and pity*
While my soul abides in His compassionate certainty
Assured that He enables me to overcome hate's cruelty
By His offered relationship I can trust throughout eternity
Which my very being can share with hope's serenity
Striving to spread genuine love that prevails along respect's tenacity.
*Titus 3:5 Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost.
Dramatic monologue in monorhyme
April 16, 2019
Edited on May 20, 2025
9th place, "The Cruelty of Hate and the Consequences of Hate" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Michael Fulkerson; judged on 5/23/2025
a lamb roams the hillside climbing rocks up and down
to find the pastureland by his lost home,
overcome by the nameless fear of the long
and tiresome day’s slow moving time,
he asked the passing cloud
“can you tell me where about is the sky of my lost home?”
saddened by the pitiless cloud floating along
with no answer as if water streams without looking back,
the little lamb cries in the sunset’s glow
as darkness thickens in the valley
unbearable loneliness heaps up in the heart of the lamb
who is troubled by the unknown reason why he has to be here
in the remote hillside
and the heartrending cry of the lamb
who agonizes because he lost the way,
who is lonely because no one is around him,
echoes any more now in the abyss of darkness of the night
that would swallow everything
In the light of sunrise
a man who appears to be worn down
comes with heavy steps, and each time he steps the dew on the grass
becomes crimson so vivid that it smarts the eyes of onlookers,
his hands also stained with blood, held a lamb in his arms
furthermore, the man’s face stained as well
from mix of oozing blood from his forehead and the tears
on his cheeks, nonetheless, the eyes of the man who staring at the lamb
that is sleeping in his arms peacefully while roaming and playing on the grassland
of the home in his dream was shining with overflowing compassion, love and joy
Colonized by pride
Admonished against downfall pain
My heart agonizes --- finding love's freedom...
Persevering to be liberated from gripping arrogance
Mind of paradigm-shift takes a look at this warning sign
“Beware of a lurking great fatal stride.”
While admitting angst as a boastful prisoner
In meekness, I seek divine guidance midst prayer...
Conquering vain haughtiness, smitten by grace and mercy.
Midst sobriety, I repent from projecting false humility
Hiding shaky fortitude upon timidity’s pretense
With faith in God* of triumphant bliss, marked by grateful praise.
*Hebrews 11:6 But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him."
August 11, 2024
2nd place, "Colonization" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann; judged on 2/16/2025
Combatting attacks of spiritual dearth
My soul agonizes midst prayer plight
Yearning to be powered with divine might
As God opens floodgates of triumph mirth.
In overcoming supply-lack crises
My heart yearns for ready replenishment
And floodgates’ opening entitlement
Believing that the Lord timely blesses.
Struggling against discontentment sorrow
My carnal mind now demands grace to reign
While confessing doubts, causing woe and pain
Since bounty floodgates open tomorrow.
Reaching-out, sharing Gospel of hope’s call
My faith seeks the Saviour Who enriches
With trust knowing His hand widely stretches
To open* redemption floodgates for all.
*Psalm 118:19 Open to me the gates of righteousness: I will go into them, and I will praise the LORD.
May 10, 2022
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 30" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 5/29/2022.
Softly the breeze flows through scented meadows
gentle sounds of water from the rivers
and haunting notes of music crescendos
in the distant background from the speakers
A cascading shower of climbing roses
she waits for her lover impatiently
over his lateness she agonizes
at last his footsteps coming hurriedly
he catches her up in his arms and spins
round and round until dizzy they both fall
her heart and emotions are now tailspins
she loves knowing it could lead to downfall
For to another one he is promised
yet he tells her that his heart belongs to her
she knows that he is a materialist
at first it had seemed a great adventure
Sighing she tells him that he must depart
his plans of her seduction now thwart
Fragments of ancient stone, woman, sad and desperate.
She rests on a tomb of death, of longing and loss.
Her insufferable grief is an open wound of secrets.
In “Christina’s World,” she forlornly crawls across.
Dylan knows her as the “Sad-eyed Lady of the Lowland.”
In “Automat,” Edward Hopper portrays her all alone.
She drifted astray and lost herself in “The Waste Land.”
Oizys conveyed misery and sorrow; a goddess well known.
Fragments of ancient stone, symbol of human death.
Our Lady Madonna weeps, tormented, anguished, in pain.
She agonizes with the sick, expelling their last breath.
She mourns our lost humanity when war has left its stain.
Freda Kahlo painted herself as a deer pierced by arrows.
William Blake’s “Mary” bore the face of broken despair.
The Romans named her Miseria, goddess of deep sorrows.
“Lady, Weeping at the Crossroads,” Auden wrote her with care.
Fragments of ancient stone, emblems of shattered dreams.
In “Lady Sings the Blues,” she was crooned by Billie Holiday.
In “Sad Clown Girl,” Chris Motta’s painting is no meme.
In “Dead Love,” Sara Teasdale bereaved her love’s decay.
“All is Loneliness,” where Joplin screamed and cried.
All is shadows, anguish, and tears when Anias appeared.
Egypt called her Nephthys; death and mourning were her ties.
“The Pieta” has portrayed her sixth sorrow for hundreds of years.
Angel of agony summoned from our collective unconscious.
Jung told us that dreams reveal more than they hide.
Her mythical manifestations are glorious and harmonious.
Her artistic expressions grant us our weakness untied.
On the peaks of destiny where the clouds of promises are torn apart,
I offered you my heart as an atlas of fabulous worlds.
The fervor of our love, a shooting star, dazzling and then, just a pale memory,
Now I remain like a monk in the cell of contemplation, breathing life into the charcoal of the past.
Ah, how the dream that's parted from the soil agonizes me, in times past, in another world,
Where dawns are unspoken flowers and the stars, songs for the wanderers of sublime paths.
I call out to you at twilight when the evening star becomes the mistress of my dreams,
And my heavy eyelids fall like autumn leaves, a whisper of secret in the wind.
But this phantom of yearning takes flight, dissolves into the cold nothingness,
An alphabet of dreams that scatter on the wings of the twilight.
And my soul, famished for your echoes, accentuates the silence with your name,
Descending into the cavity of every longing, gearing up for a new fast.
From my knees, fallen in dust at twilight altars, no saint has answered,
Each prayer, a cry that vanishes into the celestial tear of the night.
They look away when I search in vain for the understanding of my sin,
That simple, inevitable sin: to have loved you, ah, too much.
Seeking comfort, a ray, a divine temptation, a simple burden that never ends,
But years flow, running like water in a stream, melting on the sky of my mornings like candles in the night.
Stranger in my own ode, I wander in memories, where I was in a fairy tale, an unshaken king,
Where tomorrow, I will wander among shadows, chaotically and endlessly searching.
On the foreign road of living being, solitude will be the most faithful brother,
In the finished return to oneself, I await a word from you, a sign, a leap from the great perhaps.
In this desolation that will envelop me, where the ships of my thoughts will break,
I wait, to slide into sleep on the sound of a whisper, soothing a fate that dims within me at night.
Serene bliss prevails over prayer* zest
Amidst faith made fervent by divine brace
While I commune with God, drawn to His breast.
Though burdened heart agonizes through test
Striving well to triumph despite gloom’s trace
Serene bliss prevails over prayer zest.
When entreaty-strength is tried by doubts’ pest
My hope keeps on cleaving to offered grace
While I commune with God, drawn to His breast.
As soul seeks for wisdom in every quest
Enlightened along challenges I face
Serene bliss prevails over prayer zest.
Warmed by sublime intimacy, I’m blest
Midst spiritual delights filling altar place
While I commune with God, drawn to His breast.
My soul yearns to reach supplication-crest
Of service-best, since in the Christian race
Serene bliss prevails over prayer zest
While I commune with God, drawn to His breast.
*Philippians 4:6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
February 28, 2022
Edited on October 6, 2025
3rd place, "Villanelle - Old or New" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 10/10/2025
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND FORM" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/5/2022.