Long Benediction Poems
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The swelling and sailing moon,
reflection mirrored in still water opportune.
That transfiguring element of rising lunatic,
by heaven’s circuit of stars so quick.
Gentle light beyond all comprehension,
sacred dwelling in celestial ascension.
Gathered gentle hues in playful gaze,
more faint stars appear in this haze.
The muse of deep feelings curates this stream,
provoking that fondly image seem.
Endeavors from the echo of inward light,
creating the path of tender bright.
Natural instinct to fine discern,
memories that needed not to learn.
Necessities to proceed and receive,
the soul to abate compassion believe.
The state in tempted perfect still,
and guardian of all completeness to fill.
Reawaken from sleep and forgetting,
souls that rise within that splendid setting.
Perpetual benediction through mirrored ember,
natures way of affections to remember.
OUR BOUNTIFUL GOD
Our God is bountiful because…
Eternal generosity never runs out of blessing remedies
They appear when least anticipated
Popping up – leaping out – capturing the unexpected
As lost pennies found with surprises bearing gifts
Trembling with anticipation of smiles and dancing laughter
Benediction of brightest benevolence
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines.
Valentine’s appear signed by love’s sweetest heart –
Hearts of God’s beatifying bounty not hidden
Found in clouds and rocks, in garden harvest consecrations
Beloved bliss overflowing –never empty - no refills needed –
Greeting cards of extravagant grace – no signature or postage due –
Bound in mercy’s lace impervious to time.
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines.
God’s bursting bounty of abundant grace filled with delights –
Warehouse shelves of mercy’s lavish greeting cards inexhaustible
Divinity’s heart throbs in love letters – no conditional caveats –
Always a dedication to beloved children even prodigals
With an everlasting toast of grace spoken over miracles
Postmarked invitations to jubilees sealed with eternity’s kiss
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly valentines
Tender devotion more enduring than resurrected bones once lost to time
Revelation’s paper hearts edged in fragrant incenses of filigree
Abounding generosity – uncontainable – exalting felicity
Written in messages of consecrated majesty
Surging elegance refined in the refiners purifying fire
Unfettered favor, the ever open hand, solace of the heart’s desire.
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines
God is bountiful because…
11-13-20
Contest: Our Bountiful God
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Servant Heart
In a world of gloomy places
When my foolish heart would take an axe
To the Tree of Life,
Dig up its roots, drain the River,
Make a bonfire of the leaves
With healing for the nations,
Joy on springs
Offers me a servant heart,
Living in the presence of eternal bounty,
That in its deepest olive garden hour
Knows its need for God
Offers not submission but transcendent ambassador
Sent on God’s mission
When hope breeds joy
Bursting from primitive silence -
Eloping into divine verse -
Like a tap root sent deep into blind depths,
Deaf to the reveries of benediction
Taking credit for Heaven’s grace,
My simpleminded heart feeds on manna
To tend the Tree of Life
Born again,
To feed its roots in the mortal wilderness
Wash soiled and weary feet in the River
Make a balm with leaves for healing of the nations
From a servant heart planted in the jewel of ecstasy.
5-5-22
Contest: Brian Strand Premiere
Sponsor: Brian Strand
She is a masterpiece of wild contradiction,
fuse blown by a wick, of litmus tongue in your senses-
her moods shifting chameleonic shades everything at once
in candle wax trick or residue residing nowhere.
Heart's firework pinwheel blown
by a wish everywhere
and summoned without lips service-
to neither Hades, Avalon nor Loch Ness, lore.
In her magic lies a silent non disclosure appeasment,
a benediction like a life preserver of electric feel.
Her trinkets are cursed idols, in a pool of profoundness laid- imply at your feet, dewly spilled.
She sheds jade droplets of faceted
watershed moments,
strings them like pearls
to loose your balance on your
precipitated emotion.
She is "in the field"- set of runged abominations-
of a fools notion.
Jade droplets of faceted conglomeration
bathed of precipitale- emotion-
swimming your head like electric eel.
She is a storm brewing inside a jewel,
vagabond bauble non descript versing of
evident residual haunting your soul to steal-
new horizon, taunting virgin territory, with infatuation, lightning.
Underwritten page of felt covertly, subtly everything hunting, seasoned overtly sensory heightened display.
Moraed morals, moreover-sustained
of overlay fonting the atmosphere
cover paged as she wears where she lays.
The sky, a distant dream in the ocean of her gaze,
Wind stripped bare in a pool of borrowed
rhymes swimming your head in amaze
as we scramble for the right words to parlay
in her charms way.
In her voice lies a silent romance
leaving more questions than answers in her wake,
as her moods shift, atelier 'steem-roller,
like runic winds
of intolerant display, mind, screen-controler.
Touchstones in a pool of profoundness,
sun ray sing song at hand after the reigns.
Where to start?
But asleep is the hope of mine
In the shadows of my dreams
The crimson curtains have collapsed
And are cemented to the floor
Entombed behind the stage of life
Petrified
Where to start
Ardently athirst
For this masterpiece to become a reality
Are there any more enduring rays
To blaze this shroud and open the pathway
For the music was born
Far beyond in the heavens
But I am only just dim color
Formerly, once bright
Wishing upon the shine
Wishing upon the moon,
Wishing upon the stars
Hear the rhythm of my heart
How many tears need to fall?
Before I am reborn
Replenished
To cherish that someone
Thunder and Light help
Energize my ai’s
Awaken me from the tomb of stone
Sight
Desiring the removal
So, I may peel this medusa face from my form
And crawl out of the sands
And stand on holy ground
With a new coating
Of majestic color
And an armor of varnish
My yearning invocation
My yearning benediction
To reach for this Sapphire Star
Savoring the breath of life
To not lose what I want most
To ascended with the dawn of the morrow
To hold the never-ending morning solar rise
For the present, is a present, in the presences of you
To hold the never-ending morning solar rise
To ascended into the dawn of the morrow
To not lose what I want most
Aglow
A bright halo
Musical
Under the Lights mistletoe
And to never let go
The Empyreal Sapphire Star of resonating beauty
A dance along the skyline
Beholding the Daughter of Divine
This pulchritudinous nymph of the Almighty
A wish
My wish
Upon the cosmos
A wish to embrace her exaltedness
For all time and all eternity
1/10/2020 Edit 1/16/2020
Picture Prompt Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
February 4, 2020
S mile costs nothing, so give it free and gratuitous
P leasant demeanour is a sure sign of happiness
R elate to all in an amiable way, it strengthens camaraderie
E mpathy is core to happiness, the ability to feel for others
A wesome feeling of love is like a spurt, it ejects out,
D rowning all bitterness and feelings of revulsion.
I nfuse in oneself and others an insatiable zest for living.
N either wealth nor possessions can make us truly happy.
G oodness of heart and a clean conscience warrant peace n’ joy!
H appiness comes only to persons who seek it the least,
A nd, not to those who struggle to have it by means, fair or foul.
P hilosophers agree that true happiness stems from within.
P erpetual happiness lies in being satisfied with what we have.
I gnite interest in the world outside and enjoy the beauty around.
N egativity destroys happiness and should be kept at arm’s length
E xpress gratitude to all who have helped us in some way.
S pend quality time with family and friends, spreading good cheer.
S ubmit finally to God and hopefully wait for His benediction!
March. 27.2023
Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Anoucheka Gangabisson
ye r so lucky tubby alive
cuz immediate family, friends, relatives
and now...this strange papa gives u high five
without asking anything in return -
since inspiration courses thru me
inducing thyself to strive
and/ or if when fate decrees,
thee will make an awesome counterpart
who this older papa bloke would envy
as ye possess inxs of strength to re:vive.
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blessing for sound health
upon waking every morning I offer
silent benediction for the ability
to revel with full faculty of this aging body
still going strong where ability sans,
enjoying the simple pleasures
available thru bodily senses
plus cavorting, flirting,
identifying simple pleasures
in my nonsensical mien "inner child"
Woolworth more than money can buy
yet of course if I did happen
to be a lucky lottery winner
could definitely relief anxiety and allow
me to breathe easy yet,
never do justice pitted against robust
body, mind and spirit triage.
I often wonder if it’s worth the effort
with a keyboard or paper and pen
to pour out my thoughts, heart, mind and soul
from the ocean and rivers within
The marrow in my bones
hidden deep within these veins
“This universe is a miracle,”
I’ve heard Einstein once proclaimed
Though admittedly, I’m not near his kind
(far beyond my likes, by stars)
I merely try to follow those
I think know where they are
A few more miles ahead of time
“Out yonder,” my dad would say
where I can only dream of writing
a splendorous sonnet someday
Or perchance a valediction poem
a goodbye to the past
or my rendition of a benediction
thanking Hymn for all the love that lasts
And open a few doors with some metaphors
enjambment or anapest
find inspiration from alliteration
while striving towards my best
Thus, here I rest in the morning air
inhaling hope, exhaling despair
as birds fly bye and gentle winds blow
and pray more thoughts of beauty will flow
© Terrell Martin, 02/25/2025
If I had but one last sorrowful day of my life left,
there would be words I would say without delay.
Too long have I struggled, uncertain and bereft,
my tongue silent as though mired in a pit of clay.
Until now, I found myself sifting sand from my soul.
Now, willing to bare my heart's unavowed affection,
I must find the bravura to proclaim it and be bold,
and yet I find myself fearing your gentlest rejection.
Time warily squandered shall never be returned.
So, I'm seeking courage to reveal what I am feeling,
while hoping my sweet ardor shall not be spurned
nor the love for you that I have long been concealing.
Gleaming are stars hovering aloft in evening skies,
but if gathered together, never could they outshine
the luster I descry in the fulgent light in your eyes
when the beat of your heart and mine finally align.
When the pale moon rises to Heaven at zenith height,
its glorious beauty shall emerge from a lunar eclipse.
Not as seductively alluring to be with you on the night
when alas I shall feel a kiss from your sensuous lips.
Thereafter, sunlight shall yawn on the edge of dawn
but your love shall warm me more than his golden rays.
No greater fire is there to be compared with love born
by your searing touch that easily sets my heart ablaze.
If this is but a fantasy, I dare not lift tremulous eyes to see
the response to my avowal, if on your face it is defined.
I shall not bear the heartache if you turn away from me,
for then it would be a benediction, if my eyes were blind.
January 29, 2023
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Originally written in 2016
for a contest sponsored by John Hamilton
God is a sphere, aflame with love and light
and we affirm this since we have so seen,
bringing back to form, strobes of bliss delight,
sprinkling on our aura, His lustrous sheen.
Wonderful was immersion of our soul
in His glowing heart, held in warm embrace,
enabling us to feel complete and whole,
being of course, benediction of grace.
Barren is awareness bereft of love,
which we may imbibe, if our heart be pure,
whence magnetic light pours in from above,
that poised in peace life’s trials we endure.
Behold oh hermit, love and light of God,
breath by breath ingrained in mind-body pod.