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Gracious fortress of caring fortitude
Guarding by their compassion’s latitude
Governing to soar through faith’s latitude
Guiding with attitude of gratitude…
God blest our parents’ love-packed magnitude!
Daddy’s chromosomes in his fatherhood
Blended with Mama’s genes midst motherhood
Nourishing fully healthy babyhood
Toward fruitful nurture of adulthood…
Yes, we salute their faithful parenthood!
With Dad and Mom’s steadfast, sweet partnership
Around strong and endearing fellowship
We, their children did learn wise stewardship
With glad followship and joyous worship…
Creating in us servant-leadership!
Good provider always – that’s Father
Gearing housekeeping skills of Mother
Indeed complementing each other
With their home-craftmanship together…
They’re role models to me, Sis and Brother!
Along their driving mentorship force
We’re trained to enjoy our daily course
To work well, shutting slothfulness’ doors
Warned against problems brought by debt-source…
Around contentment and commitment discourse!
As masterpieces’ molders, so clear
Dad and Mom with guidance, very near
Kept us counseled midst precepts we hear
To face functionally pressure-tear…
Oh, they propelled us with righteous steer!
In their consistent life-building zest
They sought God’s instructions for what’s best
Shaping behaviour toward finest
For virtues crest, inside values’ nest…
Praying for our future, vibrantly blest!
Championing kindness against hatred’s pain
Dad and Mom let us savour pardon-gain
With forgiveness pursuit, sans guilt’s stain
Freeing our hearts from bitterness-strain…
Making our home thrive in heaven’s domain!
They’re not perfect since we saw them pout
Sometimes, their assertions made us doubt
But they never failed to reach us out
With beware cautions against wrong route…
Now, we are on right track; “Thanks so much.” We shout!
As great heroes in their own right
My parents* radiated truth’s light
Constructing sturdy legacy-height
Victorious by the Lord’s grace and might…
Along priceless name yon treasures’ delight!
*Ephesians 6:1 Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right.
March 30, 2024
2nd place, "Legend" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 4/10/2024
Eleven nineteen, nine met to be we.
Intentions meant right, but the left did see,
The Nine did meet and they met... to Be.
Juliet you can bet in the Julian sea.
Juliet you can bet, is a poet called She.
To the Knights She writes in the
digital lights, to the Knights She writes
a pixel.lingo, to the Knights She rights,
a sound of Bingo!Ping O' the bing sings.
Just SO.
Indian.Sang and the sound went Again,
Temples were built to remind us then.
Etch and sketch, the message of One,
Stone by stone was laid in the sun.
There's a Time to come, it's written here.
Fields are showing what the evenings bare.
Books were altered to give us a scare.
Meanings were changed and lost were the dear.
Best they could the Monks did here.
Translations lost, despite their care.
Be A ware, not beware. Love is here.
Just see it there. Time is coming.
We need to be clear.
The code is LOVE, nothing less my dear.
Best they could the Monks did here.
Know they would, defend our lands,
Know they did, guard our plans.
Secrecy can sometimes be,
A matter, of mistaken identity.
For the Four you fear, another Four hear.
For the stories untold, the Five shine gold.
Four days from today, the knowledge flows.
ADD, one more to know.
ETA is what it might say. Then One
of a month and 13 days, from the day.
Half a clock to complete the Way.
~2 short 4, is that what was said?
there's a mighty long database,
living in my head.
A summer.iCing crystal
called EVenRed... can you read?
That's EV.nerd. ;)
Then finding blue, the two became
You, and you, and you too.
In a spiraling Wind, we'll be here again.
X marks a spot, on the twin of a TEN
.... my work is fictional. ;)
Form:
sliver of vertical night
visible slit along the curtain centre-line
too lazy to pull them tight
surely nobody outside lurking, peering in
winds rise, branches creak and fight
rattling thud, something moves, somewhere not far away
cosy on the edge of fright
the rain does lash, thrash and thrum on the window-pane
so cuddle in, out of sight
turn toward the pillow, tilted still half-looking
focus drifting, downward flight
eye-lid motion mimics uneasy state of sleep
first birdsong disturbs the doze
veil back-lit as dawn dissolves dim glowing darkness
scan the length, the hanging sweep
beaks announce material folds, suggested deer
expectant, ready to leap
doughy face and furtive shape emerge re-pleating
reality skinny skin-deep
dreamscapes drape the new day with tall tapestry tales
so draw the future and reap
hopeful morning, rays bathing bountiful beauty
as little wings cheer and cheep
clouds pass the sun, grounded feathers in the shadows
don the mask, heave on the cloak
defend against the viral load, heavy breathing
watch out for febrile folk
wild games people play, clandestine intermingling
beware anointed keystroke
shaman, mullah, rabbi, priest, cleric, monk and nun
flames not far below the smoke
guardians of supernatural jealous gods
those who divide, those who stoke
whether hijab, masak or turban, coife or quimpe
jibe, jape or jeer, jest or joke
lives matter much more than statues masquerading
THE BATTLE I’M FACING
IS A VICIOUS ONE
POP-UP PROBLEMS
TRYING TO RUIN MY FUN
IT’S LIKE A NAT
THAT WON’T GO AWAY
IT KEEPS COMING BACK
WANTING ME TO PAY
THERE’S NO REASON
FOR SUCH CRUEL ACTS
YOU JUST WANT TO HURT OTHERS
WITH YOUR SENSELESS ATTACKS
ITS OBVIOUS TO ME
THAT YOUR LIFE IS SAD
YOU’RE MISERABLE AND UNHAPPY
THAT’S WHY YOU’RE SO MAD
BEWARE OF THE PAIN
THAT YOU CAUSE OTHERS
CROSSING TO MANY LINES
YOU’LL SOON SMOTHER
GOD IS THE ALMIGHTY
AND HE DON’T PLAY
HE’LL RIP YOU TO PIECES
AND MAKE YOU PAY
YOU’LL SEE IT SOON
WITH YOUR OWN TWO EYES
WHEN HE COMES DOWN ON YOU
AND IGNORE ALL YOUR CRIES
YOU CAN’T ESCAPE FROM
THE EVIL YOU DO
INNOCENT PEOPLE HAVE THE RIGHT
TO LIVE THEIR LIVES TO!
(Woe to Ariel: Nuclear Armageddon)
Amos 9:1-10, Mat. 24:15-16, Ezek. 8:16, Dan. 7:25, Eph. 2:1-3, Rev. 22:16
1
Faith caught me praying for the Evening Star
(My Lord, afar). In my state of worship,
I did not shed my tears aloud because
Men stood to face Yahweh with sinking eyes
(In them, God’s love was unfound); hence, their hearts
Did resound with cursing psalms for nations
With felled bloody kings and godless damned souls;
For souls who stir the mortal sins foretold
To Daniel by the mouth of God; souls bound
By unseen fetters and demonic things,
Where warlords make peace through unholy wars
That destroy Israel with heartless flames!
2
Oh, wind-songs and wind-songs of whispered pains!
Satan’s rebellious kingdoms have no brains,
Nor mere reasoning to declare them sound;
For this brood dwells in Hatred’s rotted head—
The most grounded men wasted by maggots
(Since rogue atoms riddled Man with cancer),
While Yahweh stood mute amid the strong vibe
Of wind-piped nukes watching peculiar-heirs
Piss on atomic rocks, with their wasted,
Malign cocks. Ariel! Oh, Ariel!
Of humankind’s atomic clouds, beware:
Mists bear the carnage of the toxic air!
Jerome F. Shoemake
When I was scuba diving, I saw small fish swimming in a school;
Thought that I would check them out, for they looked really cool;
But when I got closer, much to my surprise,
Out sprang a Giant Grouper using the school as a disguise.
Now this was a lesson learned in both diving and in life;
Things aren’t always as they appear, at any time danger can strike;
I like to say, don’t sweat the small stuff, but you must always beware,
That hiding in a school of fish a giant problem could be there.
Now I still like to scuba dive and check out cool things I find;
Always being cognizant to keep this lesson deep in mind;
And outside of the water I maintain my curiosity,
Weary that at any moment a Giant Grouper could eat me.
She ventured limitless miles,
creating for herself, beaucoup
lifestyles.
She cannot be locked in a
sumptuous home, nor in your
selfish heart.
It's simply not her way!
But you can find her dancing
with daisies with no shoes or
socks.
Totally free, for she will never
follow you down any dock.
Beware,as she will intoxicate
you with her Spumante-like
mahogany eyes.
With invitations to come and
play!
Always with a sensuous surprise!
Forever blowing kaleidoscopic
bubbles in your direction.
Thus, enticing you to taste of her
angelic total freedom..
Life's delight and indeed, its total
and sweetest confection.
August 8, 2019
8pm PST
I pasted another dreamtime adventure,
into my mental scrapbook and
looked to the next ebony sky.
A traveler on a quest for life’s meaning;
I incubated another question and
disappointment hid from ethereal revelation.
The meaning, is in the being;
all-in-one and one-in-all;
one looks around the house of mirrors, to see all.
The only deception; the ego.
The great karmic ball, gathering momentum,
can crush it to dust; but it’s up to humans,
to push it and initiate the roll.
Dreams lay the foundation for each life;
that life, builds a heaven or a hell.
Beware the karmic ball, it sees what you build.
Once in motion, it decides its own direction.
In between her legs
her innocent mind
hurts no flies
but her beauty hurts
those in chase of her
whom she don't want
she is so beautiful
every boy wants her
most men dreams of her
so many guys wishes
to be her lover
she needs a care taker
yet she falls for a perfect player
in between her legs
her innocent love
makes her more
admirable
everyman trys to be nice
with her
so many men dreams to
marry her
she was the talk of the town
cos her beauty is a kind killer
despite her humor
despite her great personality
she falls for a player
in between her legs
her innocent heart
hurts no pidgin
cos she was clean
like an egg shell
yet her heart bleeds
cos her lover is far
from loving her
is unfortunate she
is in love
so in love
with the man who
only needs nothing
but the Virginity
in between her legs
in between her legs
mama warned her
about her lover
but she was too young
to understand
papa never like him
for one bit
always he chase him
far always from her
yet she keep running
after his sweet lips of lies
not too long
she bleeds to tears
cos he has won her
virginity to just a game
he is used to
he is never in love
he is just a player
dishonesty was his moto
always with sweet words
of manipulation
his philosophy
is play with the head
with sweet words
and she will keep
the her legs
easily open
what a love
now she is a single
mother
with no real man
just because of the
sexy player that only
needs nothing but
her virginity
in between her legs
a dedication to
all young ladies
out there in the
cold word
beware ladies
this is a reality
to all the
innocent beautiful
ladies out there
my princess all
over the world
beware be wise!!!!
He is the king of words and poets alike
Assay as you may, this man you won’t smite
His armour sparkles in night or day
Defending those too meek to say
His table is round, there's room for all
There are chairs with wheels so no one will fall
He hands out bronze goblets with sparkling wine
This king of lush gardens has spine
Renowned through the kingdom, for deeds he’s done
There is no battle, he has not won
His knights are loyal to a fault
So you better beware who you assault
Lancelot and Guinevere are by his side
Uniting followers far and wide
So sit and drink with us in harmony
And enjoy food presented artfully