Long Behold Poems
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Engulfed with parents’ unconditional love
My soul remains blissful with the blessings of the Father above.
Having been pampered with Dad and Mom’s generous care
My heart is constantly warmed by the kindness they did freely share.
Thus, with the legend of undying beloved spirits' lingering
Culture-bound, my perspective acknowledges its functional securing.
Both Daddy Robert and Mama Artence are with the Lord now
Physically absent, yet legend attests that they are fulfilling their vow.
With the legend of dead loved ones staying to behold their property
My mind adheres to tribal belief upholding clan bonding’s intensity.
Actually, right beside our house we call as home-sweet-home
Stand the tombs of Mom and Dad, tenaciously protecting family dome.
Midst the reality of custom-built graveyard, away from public cemetery
My faith, anchored by Scriptures, clings to God’s resurrection*-victory.
*John 11:25 Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
March 10, 2020
1st place, "Your Favorite Legend" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 3/14/2020.
CHARITY
Oh! Charity
An entity to behold
I glare with compassion
My virtue of generosity.
Chaste is my goodwill.
Woe! be tide those squanders
Oh! The tears of the orphans!
Why shy away from them?
Could you not wear the same shoe someday?
As people suffer, I am sickened
As the beggars beg,
Who am I to stop my tears?
As the children Starve
My heart aches.
Where is thy compassion you men of little faith?
In totality
Comfort is what I bring
My naked kindness is what I offer
The flow of poverty I would obstruct
My advantage you can take,
Oh you disadvantaged one;
Nature would testify
I am your helping hand
Part of Gods light
Dry Your Tears
For I am CHARITY
And I am not FOR SALE.
I was once really new to our Poetry Soup,
and I knew I should try to join in with the group;
post my poems on-site to be read by a few,
and then give it a whirl, join a contest or two.
Soon a couple of them were a win, a good score;
was on top of the world, so I entered one more.
But to my big surprise when that contest was done,
my sad eyes saw in fact that my write had not won.
I clicked on 'Contest Entries' and saw it was there.
But, behold, a strange sign near that one, I declare!
A N/A- what was that? Very weird, was this right?
Could not find what it meant anywhere on the site.
So I looked up N/A on the Internet, but
what I found was not good, left me still in a rut.
This N/A symbolized a long list, now for me,
my head spun to fit in which of these it could be??
N/A…Not Applicable………Did I not follow rules?
N/A…Not Available………Did my entry get lost?
N/A…No Answer………Did they try to call me?
N/A…Not Authorized………Did I need an okay?
N/A…No Action………Did I fail to take steps?
N/A…Negative Approach………Did I say something wrong?
N/A…Not Analyzed………Should my write be explained?
N/A…No Acknowledgement………Did I fail to respond?
N/A…No Account………Did PS lose my file?
I Soup-Mailed contest judge and her answer therein,
“Well you see, the N/A means your piece did not win!"
Now I still do not know what N/A represents
When my poems don't win in Soup contest events!
December 22, 2014
~1st Place~
Contest: All Yours (Jun 8)
Brian Strand
Judged: 06/09/2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Quirky Things That Confuse and Confound Me
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Judged: 07/14/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: New or Old 4
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 08/05/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: The Contest
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
Judged: 01/10/2015
Anapestic Tetrameter (5 verses of 12-syllables lines)
Anapestic Dimeter (N/A Section - Questions Only)
I am Nimbus, gathering my black ruffled gown
preparing to race against the whistling wind.
My tears threaten to come tumbling down
and dark tendrils untamed; have come unpinned.
My bereavement wails as thunder hammers the skies.
Twin scepters of lightning flash in my mournful eyes.
I twirl in rhythmic dance upon swiftly swirling winds
Behold the grand majesty of a siren's release!
With a sad heart I say penance for a lifetime of sins.
In deep guttural voice I shall bid the storm to cease,
for I've reached the abysmal depth of my delusive soul.
I am enrapt by the tempest emotions in my control.
May 24, 2021
Personification Poem Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Hallowed win is never impossible
When wrought by God’s might that does enable
He makes all evil spirits to tremble
Vanquishing ill feelings so terrible!
Midst frightening night’s schemes of lurking trick
Truth’s light brightly radiates with divine click
Devoid of deceit’s twist and scam’s fake flick
Smashing demonic spells that make souls sick.
The Lord’s triumph* is great treat from heaven
His love covers sins, truly forgiven
Thru full trust in the Saviour, it’s surely given
Conquering hell’s damnation; faith-driven!
Such is what I learned in my mortal existence
Though called the "Ancient One"* in my fictional essence
To God, "the Ancient of Days"** I bow down, trembling in His presence
Aware of His omnipresence, omniscience, and omnipotence.
*The Ancient One possessed the ability to manipulate the forces of magic for a vast number of effects and was able to tap into extra-dimensional energy by invoking entities or objects of power, existing in dimensions tangential to those of the Earth, through the recitation of spells. The Ancient One was capable of astral projection, levitation, interdimensional teleportation, and a large number of other effects. However, in his extreme old age, the Ancient One was unable to perform any major feats of sorcery without placing great physical strain upon himself.
**Daniel 7:13 I saw in the night visions, and, behold, [one] like the Son of man came with the clouds of heaven, and came to the Ancient of days, and they brought him near before him.
October 23, 2018
Edited on February 24, 2023 with the last stanza added
2nd place, "Marvel and DC Superhero or Supervillain" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest; Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 3/4/2023.
Outside the earth I see, a universe so free
With an overall suite and a spaceship, I flee
My first stop began on the shadowy craters of the moon
Enjoying its light and eerie view, inviting me to hum a tune
Then, I behold shining shimmering splendid big and small stars
The Andromeda and the Pegasus, twinkling majestically from afar
Curious enough to go more and discover...
I traverse each and every "beyond border..."
I hop and hop from planet to planet…
To their outside beauty, I was magnet…
To the brightest satellite Venus
To the biggest gaseous liquid Jupiter
To the numerous colorful rings of Saturn
And to where "life springs", the Earth
Into this endless, worth knowing space
If I will come to face, an Alien's place
Can my stun gun and my spaceship, adequate to brace?
Or to fly fast, to earths base my best escape?
BY:
olive_eloi
03/24/2014
12:47 PM
CONTEST: SPACESHIP
SPONSOR: SHADOW HAMILTON
4th place (to God be the greatest glory.. :)
The Lord weaves His grand tapestry across the skies
He outlines charcoal colored clouds with silver threads
sews the sunlight of dawn into rays that caress the sea
and folds ocean ripples into fans of intricate patterns.
Each morning God’s canvas awaits His ready hand
a master Artist, His creativity knows no bounds
He dips His brush into the spectrum of rainbows
like a whirlwind, He mixes and paints dazzling designs.
God deftly blends pastel shades to greet the rising sun
He sweeps white, cotton clouds that hover over land and sea
He paints the morning light to touch lush liquid waves
and adds violet colored shadows that fade into the horizon.
His living canvas continually changes its hues and tones
each moment rearranged by heat, wind or sudden storms
a cornucopia of shapes sweep across the heavens
like rapid time frames that move within an eternal film.
Will not many among the nations fail to see His mighty wonders?
Will not many among us look up to relish in His majestic sky?
God’s handiwork daily displays His infinite creation
may we lift up our eyes to behold His unending glory.
Written on 1/17/2021
A duty of a gentleman
is to gently place his lips
upon the forehead on the face
---of a delightful Chosen One eyes of almond brown
such as a lightly kiss the eye in the middle
of a Chosen One she is who is committed
On loan fromto the Father above
Behold for she is called almond brown eyes
because she's pictured beautiful
she's from the Father above nurturer
embracer complacent follower
I'll beholder of all intangible yet adorny spiritual
almond brown eyes
Blessed upon her breast Life Giving
She holds the womb to the children to come through from Heaven's or Dawn to the spirituaral/physical fallopian tube She's is almond brown eyes and she looks from her soul eyes of almond brown
You can see the Father's work as you seeing her
While she glows but she is a darling light
His beloved child who's light so bright she
who is almond brown eye
Is be beyond blessed Alright
I
One more my friend, one more
ice cold beer golden filled,
till I alone face my mortal end
by death’s emissary killed.
Where haunts a ghost of mine
whom I once much owed...
one more my friend, one more,
just one more for the road
II
One more my friend, one more
boding self-evident truth,
but fear not a day of reckoning
nor an everlasting reproof.
Behold the virgin and the whore,
alas both have sins to bear…
one more my friend, one more
fork in a road to nowhere
III
One more my friend, one more
lost courage for me to find,
to forgive a troubled weary soul
and rest with peace of mind.
Let church bells ring for brides
and infants in holy baptism...
one more my friend, one more
old demon for my exorcism
IV
One more my friend, drink up
and seek a blessing now,
seek a true salvation and pray
that you find it somehow.
And if I pass before my time
among the grateful dead…
drink up old friend, drink up
and live long in my stead!
Written: December 1996
I know a very special young girlie
Who's caught me by the short curlys
Known her for years
Much joy and some tears
I'll never stop loving her surely
Promised that I'd love her forever
From the first day knew that I'd never
Betray her not a chance
It's a lifetime dance
This love's a forever endeavour
Devoted to this loving relationship
Not a chance I'd endanger it must admit
This love is like gold
So precious to behold
There's no other to whom I'd submit
She's the absolute love of my life
Happy as a damn clam to be precise
It's a loving adventure
With this lady so tender
The dictionary calls it paradise
To end this story about treasures
Something should be added to my pleasures
Her lips are so luscious
My poor heart just gushes
At times I almost swallow my dentures
© Jack Ellison 2015