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Bookends call a gaggle of bedraggled books to attention.
The big fat tomes, short stories, paperback,
are all pulled into line, toe-to-toe buttressed on parade.
Books need bookends to get propped up and be seen,
to get up out of bed, get dressed and be presentable.
Likewise, bookends need books to lean against
or else they topple over in a huddle.
They pine, sigh, moan and whimper,
with no books to embrace and cup one-handed.
Like spoilt kids they chuck temper tantrum fits,
get hissy, fall over, lay on the shelf and sulk.
So remember to keep your books and bookends
in happy symbiosis, with good reads kept to attention,
held in check by bossy bookend majors.
But, beware, those cheeky bookends tittle tattle at night,
and can speed read between the lines.
They skip the plot, and jump straight to
'In the Beginning' and 'The End'.
Anchored upon great genuine godly love’s magnificence
My Pastor toward his wife exemplified genuine care’s iridescence
Beyond romantic zeal around marriage vow’s faith-seal, truly wondrous
Proven by their triumphant wedding anniversary, indeed glorious!
Buttressed by the Saviour’s compassion of virtuous charity
My Pastor’s first and only lady sweetly epitomized fervent selflessness-serenity
Living well with her “I do” to husband-leader and ultimate sweetheart forever
Midst blissful one flesh* warmth of being in-love ever!
*Matthew 19:6 Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
Dedicated to my Pastor, Rev. Ed Laurena and his wife, Ma’am Dhel Laurena
who are celebrating their wedding anniversary on January 16.
(originally written on January 14, 2019)
4th place, "Clerihew Couples for Valentine's Day" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 1/16/2019.
It hangs upon the precipice:
once lethal, looming by design.
A stalwart, buttressed edifice,
the press of time has not been kind.
The howling seas, like dogs of war,
have savaged once proud prominence.
The cliffs that thwarted all before,
succumbed to tidal dominance.
With shoulders squared, and jaw tight clenched:
no further; here, the line was drawn.
The hounds at bay, thus firm entrenched,
a costly, lasting truce was spawned.
By blood, by sweat, a people saved
to live out days beyond these walls.
There on the battlements engraved,
vita pro omni, life for all.
Ironic, then; ‘twas built to last.
Uncaring, time just marches on.
A crumbled vestige of the past,
no rescue now; it’s too far gone.
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for the Pick-A-Title, Vol 31 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
written on 07/10/2022
Time To Shower...When Pervasive Odor Of Ureic Acid
Doth strongly waft, sting,
and nauseate about me
olfactory nose flying zone
bombarding cilia of
nasal passageway analogous
to displeasure wrought by
crashing, deafening, exploding,
ear splitting xylophone,
also synonymous isolated like
barenaked lady within
remote location of Lake Woebegone,
voluntarily forced to bathe
in brutally cold
mountain waters oxbow lake
vaguely resembling out
size topographical wishbone
rescue unlikely since
bajillion miles from radio tower,
thus state of the art
electronically sophisticated videophone
good as worthless resignation,
sans fate linkedin tubby
mother nature's cryogenic specimen
more'n murmuring undertone,
where huge Arctic glacier overshadows
infinitesimally microscopic human,
one speck kin zee ditched
*****sapien subsumed
under superfluous tombstone
as frozen fountain head,
where Atlas shrugged,
nonetheless incongruous yen
to purge mine offensive odor,
where civilization footprint
sole lee mine alone in wilderness
thus farcical reason (without rhyme),
atypical, farcical, and poetical title,
yours truly didst stirrup and spur
inexplicable search for soapstone,
yet prospect to don measly frame
without gay apparel
(beastie boy bit figurative bullet,
and buttressed body in buff)
immediately augmented primal scream
to trumpet heebeegeebees
(teeth chattering yodeling
rendition re: stayin alive)
from this Rhinestone
survivalist cowboy wannabe,
began feeling comfortably numb,
and immediately prone
to become human popsicle,
especially when sub zero temperature
immediately froze water splashed skin
(like glassy sheet of ice)
glancing viz albedo effect
as blindingly white
snow capped mountains outshone
albino crags, offering
absolute zero, yes none
reassurance with insulated moonstone
sleeping bag useful
as yolked with lodestone
around neck - slow death by
freezing this knucklebone,
who sought cleanliness,
(and panacea to immortality)
joining exclusive polar bear club
(Ursus Maritimus very selective,
and only chose me) even
at expense of more'n
just frozen jawbone
plus Jack frost bitten cockles turned
deep purple as inkstone
used to write re: scrawl epitaph
on icicle glommed headstone.
Weaving shade, nuance, deft subtle plots,
Leaving wry joke, ink commas, dots
dreams on script unfold, imbued with life,
schemes and clued-in darting figures now rife.
Taunting twist and turn in tale, pivot point,
teasing lavish scene, a buttressed hinged-joint,
matters key, core, glib, lax in broad domain,
scatters glee, sound hint, deep echo’s gold chain
Display onstage rapt passion swept a coup,
convey snap gemstone verse devoid of cue,
author duty bound might accent focus,
daughter birthing play has heart light locus.
Rounds of earnest clapping greet bold set piece,
grounds for earthquake valour a bright life lease,
bowing to staunch flock who treasure art form,
wowing maestro coterie, vast novel norm
September 26 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Micah 6-7, and Nahum 1-3
Key Verse – Micah 6:8 He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR SHOWING WHAT IS GOOD TO US
Praise be to God for showing what is good to us for our:
Blessings as He builds our faith
Benefits that brace-up our future
Blooming beauty around His fellowship
Brand as His Bible believers in His faithfulness
Best, buttressed by His besieging fervency’s firmness
Micah 7:7 Praise be to the Lord
for encouraging us to look unto Him:
Loving Him around His love
Letting Him lead us through His light
Learning from His laws against laziness
Leaning upon Him along liberating loyalty
Living for Him while listening to His lessons
Nahum 1:7 The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.
Praise be to the Saviour for being good and our:
Sure salvation from sins’ penalty
Stronghold through Scriptural principles
Secured shelter against selfishness, so perilous
Steadfast source of supplies, sufficiently prosperous
Sovereign supernatural and special settlement-pillar post
Nahum 2:13 Praise be to the Almighty
for admonishing us against our:
Haughtiness highlighting our weakness
Hopelessness heaping with our worries
Helplessness that is hindering our worth
Heartaches for not being holy in our walk
Handicap halting our health as well as welfare
Nahum 3:5 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for making us aware of our shame we need to:
Confess to Him for His cleansing
Cast to Him for His holy covering
Cry about to Him midst our consecration
Carry to Him as He cares for our conversion
Castigate by His compassion toward Christ-likeness. Amen!
September 26, 2024
Do not balk at this reality–our bloody brutality–
for our fathers have learnt long ago,
that while humanity is quite plagued with insanity,
there is hope we can nourish and grow.
It is the height of inanity–our accursed volcanity!
The dawn sees betrayal and lies.
Strangling morality, robed in profanity,
our brothers break all of their ties.
Our purpose is clear, our mentality of vitality,
buttressed by union of all 'neath the sky.
No simple urbanity, and hardly formality,
it is to the heavens our noble dreams fly.
No sword can fall in a stroke of mundanity–
not when divine will comes with each fatality.
26 January 2017
Struggling to take residence in the nook of my mind...
...skepticism along ignorance confronting my truth-steadfastness:
faithlessness' shouts and doubts' screams
while I face challenges...
Oh, wretched torments of misery!!!
"Help my unbelief*, God;
in You do I trust."
Striving to hide in the innermost vacuum of my soul...
...evil afflictions to my spiritual well-being:
selfishness' grip with covetousness' shackles
bondage-fetters grievously burdensome...
What miserable imprisonment!!!
"My Saviour, forgive my self-centeredness;
let me feast in Your contentment."
Lurking in the darkness of my heart...
...abominations of loathsome sinfulness:
displeasing the Lord of my life
being a reproach to His glory thru my idolatry...
Guilty heavenly miser am I, despite being granted eternal life!!!
"I beseech Your cleansing, my Lover;
purge me with Your blood's sanctifying might."
Abiding in my motives' closet...
...intents of divine nature's love-filled service:
earnest devotion, faith-anchored to live for my Creator
buttressed with compassion-care for others...
How blessed am I to minister to those in misery!!!
"Uphold me then, my Master;
lead me toward fulfilled, faithful, fruitful stewardship pursuits."
*Mark 9:24 And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.
December 31, 2018
2nd place, "Misery" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/5/2019.
Surmounting winds of change, bringing crises
parents’ legacy along prayer might
prevails over catastrophic forces
steadfastly towering by God’s truth-height.
Built and buttressed through the Lord’s love and grace
our home weathers tempests, staying serene
facing challenges' pangs upon faith’s brace
kept in peace-propped fortress against doubt scene.
Midst transformation* blows marked with milestones
Christ be praised for family fortitude
advancing His kingdom through service zones
as His stewards of joyous gratitude.
Responding to shifts and twists, our lives grow
trusting the Saviour for reaching-out glow.
*Romans 12:2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.
November 23, 2020
2nd place, "COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(46)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/20/2021.
By the Lord’s power, buttressed by His authority
We can subdue our own carnality
Toward righteous walk exemplifying genuine spirituality
While consecrated through His holiness’ beauty
Overcoming enticements of lustful vanity
Relying in His Word’s infallibility
Highlighting divine integrity
Having been redeemed by His grace of compassion-bounty.
Through the Lord’s omnipotent tenacity
We can vanquish selfishness’ futility
Toward joyous service of sweet tranquility
While yielded to His guidance along wisdom-certainty
Learning from Christ’s meekness and humility
Praying with fervency, casting to Him every anxiety
Being upheld against deceit and falsity
Having been strengthened* by His truth’s immutability.
*Psalm 18:32 It is God that girdeth me with strength, and maketh my way perfect.
July 25, 2019