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Deep in the village, far from city's charm and gleam,
Primitive childhood days, with toys of mud we’d dream,
Swinging on tall tree branches, our airplanes up the skyways,
Butt scooting down the anthills, our high-end cars on highways.
Once a moonlit night so clear, with dazzling constellations afar
Would unveil a gem so rare, the SHOOTING STAR,
The stellar herald, our surest destiny's bearer,
That carried our dreams, through heavens' mirror.
We believed, if to this celestial magic, you spoke your wishes,
Assuredly, your future dreams would come true, even riches,
But only while the brief light streak shone, could wishes find their way,
Once gone from view, chance lost, 'til next uncertain day.
"I want to be a pilot!" one would exclaim,
"I wish to be a doctor!" another would acclaim,
"I'll be a president!" a soul would declare,
Wishes rolled as swift, as the star's radiant flare.
Today we're of age, the dreamed future's here and now,
The city’s beauty familiar, cars and planes are real, avow,
In our dreams, we still believe, hope gleams on our brow,
Ready to embrace our destiny, oh shooting star, where art thou?
As long as there is sin to tempt the heart,
The sin that reflects our humanness – our world,
There will be dark thoughts, evil and destruction
There will be greed, lust and prejudice…
All those things that came to all of us, long ago
When Adam and Eve allowed the serpent to fool them…
As long as there is a world who refuses to seek
The very One who created us and the world He made for us
We will never see the wonder that comes to those
Who know He is the only way, the only chance, the only grace
Worthy of our faith, the believing that prepares our way
So that we can assuredly say – Jesus is the light, shining
Bright in the soul who believes in His gift of salvation
As long as there is doubt that destroys the believer’s ministry
As long as there is suspicion bringing bitterness and resentment
As long as there is distrust that silences the hope and faith
As long as there is a shame that refuses to ask for forgiveness
As long as there is fear that won’t allow us to chance believing
As long as there is a devil, the one who fell from heaven…
There will be those things that only Jesus and His gift of grace
Can possibly extinguish…
As long as there is His love – there is hope for eternity
With the One who makes a way where no way was known.
Despite the worst that comes, with Jesus – there is more
Grace, love, faith, hope, peace, joy – than we can ever imagine
Just KEEP BELIEVING
John 17:14 I have given them thy word; and the world hath hated them, because they are not of the world, even as I am not of the world. (KJV)
I pray for you, but I’m just not sure
When you say you’ve changed,
Does it mean anything? When you reveal
Your heart – is it something dark
Or is it something blue, tender and true
I just can’t be sure about you… You’re someone
Who is rich in His blessings, someone
Who is loved, adored, accepted
Yet you neglect the truth, reject the hope
That comes to those who know, through faith
Through obedience to His ways…
There is grace – the sweet, sweet grace
That makes a way, gives a second chance
I pray for you, but I’m just so unsure…
When you say you’re growing, rising above
The darkness and fear, the worries and tears
- There is something quite clear
Your heart is good, I can feel that –
But, through the despair, when you say
I care… is there really truth there
Is there really any truth there? Or, is there…
Just the silent prayer that someday you will care!
I pray for you – for your best, for everything good
For the blessings that come from the hope
Found in the One who knows you more deeply,
More assuredly, more keenly than anyone on this earth
He is the Father – He is the light – He is the love
That makes a way for me to sincerely say – I love you
And, I know – despite the darkest addiction,
There is hope for eternity with Him, the only One
Who can make a way for everlasting love – and peace within
I pray – pray – pray… for this peace that changes things,
Peace that comes to the heart who believes He is who He says He is
And, through Him… there is a grace that changes things!
Through grace… He can make the addiction leave
the heart with assurance that, through Him – there is peace!
Civil War pitted neighbors against neighbors, brothers against brothers.
Lincoln would have most assuredly avoided it if he had his druthers.
He knew it was a horrible thing, and it divided the nation almost in two.
It was not his idea, but as the Union leader, what could he do?
He had the best generals who would quickly fill the nation’s need,
War needed to be over quickly; he hoped in this they would succeed.
Lincoln understood death, he had lost so many in his own family.
Knew taste of grief, and hoped the war would not last long, incredibly.
No delight in his step when the South surrendered, it was a sad day.
Many neighbors and friends had been sacrificed in such a horrible way.
Lincoln was an honest man, he knew the work was just beginning.
He was not gloating or bragging about any sort of Union winning.
So apparent, in my quaint poems.
MEN have a built in big fireplace.
It flickers, " Welcome Home!"
Assuredly, though, not all men like
my poet have trace!
Several women are free to think.
But I am aware of my sisters trying
to do me in?
Yet, those loving to express their
thanks in ink.
I do not get destruction blessed with
their love, they do me in!
I only compete against me.
Never trying to win "your" trophy.
A harsh, harsh taskmaster to myself,
I be.
Poetry is not “sometimes” nor a comic
strip to me.
A thank you to the women who have
left their feelings and thoughts.
I love you and know frienship cannot be
bought!
A special thank you to Tom Cunnigham.
Who has backed me for over two years?
Plus that birthday blog,
What a considerate man!
**Also, a bouquet of Roses to Darlene
for commenting daily as much as Tom!
Hugs, poetess!**
Plus, all your emails!
Love,
Pangie
10/22/2021
Skies cast
a
periwinkle
moodiness
shimmers
eyes full
of
tears
gauze
invade
ankles
feet
scarcely
touched
grass
Dousing
blazes
wearing
scars
as
medallion
&
memories
trophy-like
tell me: love!
do you hurt?
terrible
spirits?
sensitive is love?
or
lovers are!
All stars
perfectly
mellifluence
equinox
nymphs
& fae
party-free
bright
meadows
mystical
fireflies
exclaiming
love
need touch
assuredly
lonely
as
thoughts
& deeds!
Dark
& gloomy
lay
in
dew
waiting
to
undo
constraints
of
firecracker
And
swagger
caught
throwing
heart
in her love fire.
Written: November 09, 2022
1st Place Contest Winner
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
"Dam it ...
I said dam it!!" she cried,
Tears soft-swimming in her eyes,
Welling up like the swift torrent inside her ...
"Can you not see the rising submergence in my gaze?
My vessel is yet full," she pleaded, "and will soon runneth over!
The waters of my ravishment have flooded the lowlands to breaking,
And the banks of my best intentions can no longer stem the tide within!
Please ... please be my sad salvation, and do what you must,
For should you not shore up this trickle of passions,
The levees shall most assuredly break,
And quickly drown us both!"
Indeed, he thought,
Brightening.
How often do we focus on the meaning of life,
its purpose for us and the fear of our mortality?
Negative thoughts most assuredly bring us strife
over religion versus science, in opposition, a duality.
In line with family tradition, most of us accept
what our parents teach us about life and death,
but unanswered questions leave us circumspect.
Some scriptural passages make me catch my breath.
Do we dare to doubt the existence of a Holy God,
disavowing the theories and hypotheses of science?
Or is our faith strong enough to defend it against fraud
and cling to His Word, honoring Him in compliance?
Those wanting the truth claim it's a puzzle or a riddle,
growing confused, struggling with anxiety and doubt.
Not taking a stance, labels them, "The Muddled Middle,"*
searching for answers that would make them devout.
Skepticism causes some to seek concepts without pause
over which path in life is the one they should follow.
Which road is the right one to take. Which one has flaws?
Will we find fulfillment in one? Will one leave us hollow?
We search for answers as we seek an elevated existence,
A life laced with good health in a euphoric atmosphere.
Our existential curiosity needles us with its persistence
to find tangible evidence that will make it very clear.
*'Meaningness' by William G. Perry
March 21 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 10-12
Key Verse – Judges 10:16 And they put away the strange gods from among them, and served the LORD: and his soul was grieved for the misery of Israel.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO BLESSES US FOR OUR SERVICE
Praise be to God for blessing us for our service that is:
Manifested according to His power against misery of sinfulness
Monitored by His providence, mercy and salvation
Managed through His principles of ministry-standards
Mentored upon His precepts along meaningful spirituality
Master-minded by His productive miracles, so sovereign
Judges 11:24 Praise be to the Lord Who
drives us toward Him for:
Sweet communion in prayer-fellowship
Safe company against perversion and filthiness
Sure commitment to pursue after servanthood-fruitfulness
Settled cause in protective faith
Steadfast choice to practice faithfulness
Judges 12:3 Praise be to the Saviour for
His deliverance we can depend on since it is:
Always timely
Absolutely triumphant
Affectionately touching
Assuredly tested
Affirmatively trustworthy. Amen!
March 21, 2024
*Image of Couple Love Nature by Pixabay*
Splendor In The Grass
Humbly, I forage nigh the Irish springs,
In earnest quest of a four-leaf clover,
Augments my spirit a bit of luck brings,
A rainbow bridge where love can crossover.
Lucent fairies wand dreams magically,
As waxen clasped wick gifts a spark inflame,
Said be true interludes that passion be,
Deep within vessels for lovers to claim.
Moist arrow tips with a potion of lure,
Propel assuredly for patient hearts,
Pierce beating veins and ignite the amour,
Serenade a moonlit dance, hope imparts.
Guesswork fumbles in broad daylight splendors,
As nightfall conspire diverse stargazers.
2019 November 28
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND 1093
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 21
*3rd Place*
Love Me Like You Mean It
~~Julie Leigh Rodeheaver: Judged 2020 January 20
*HMS & RZ