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Land Is No Match


Truly land is the free gift of nature
But women are the free gifts of treasure 
Truly land do not depreciate 
But women are just priceless 
Men may not always appreciate 
Their good deeds that are simply selfless 
Land may bear more fruits 
But women bear more wears 
How much attention to their hoots
That are silent to their children cares
The  fear of men and their stubbornness 
Not enough a promoter marketing sternness 

In case you still doubt your definition 
You are the most beautiful miracle of God
You are a gift from heavenly abode
I not only care for you but I love you dear
For at the end of the day, you are our mother. 
The most relevant documented reservation 
For there cannot be a better gift than a mother to a child
Her heart is so clean, beautiful and strong, yet so very mild
The love that a mother has is so unique and so very rare
No matter how much time passes it will just never wear
She is this guardian angel sent to protect you
She will forgo the world but never leave you blue

Happy Mother's day, dear Mom.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member My God, Thank You For Withholding Not My Request

May 2 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 21-24

Key Verse – Psalm 21:2 Thou hast given him his heart's desire, and hast not withholden the request of his lips. Selah.

MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR WITHHOLDING NOT MY REQUEST

Thank You for withholding not my request by Your grace
As You bless me with Your goodness-brace
And lengthen my days for holiness’ race
Along Your salvation’s honour and praise.

Thank You for withholding not my request by Your wisdom
As You guide me with Your Word-wisdom
And enlighten my understanding for Your kingdom
Along Your truth’s principles and doctrines against ignorance-boredom.

Thank You for withholding not my request by Your compassion
As You love me with Your favour-provision
And care for my welfare and condition
Along Your kindness’ attention and satisfaction.

Thank You for withholding not my request by Your mercy
As You deliver me with Your gentleness-clemency
And attend to my plea by Your presence-fervency
Along Your fellowship’s warmth and communion’s persistency.

Thank You for withholding not my request by Your approval
As You uphold me with Your exhortation-revival
And attend to my plea beyond economic survival
Along Your reply’s service-urgency and spiritual upheaval.

Thank You for withholding not my request by Your sovereignty
As You control me with Your leadership-authority
And direct my steps toward heavenly certainty
Along Your kingdom’s fatherly deeds and Master-Creator-security.

May 2, 2022
Form: Rhyme

When Darkness Fell Upon Me

Inspired by a friend that said to me “even without words, you are an inspiration”…thanks for your encouragement, everyone, even if it’s wordless in prayer~

Oh, break me in agony again…I truly dare you…
You’ll feel my pain times ten, my inner rue…
Friends forever was a thing in our minds, in our happy-go-lucky minds
Ends meet and greet beginnings like sun to the blinds, to the blinds

Take my hand…
Understand…
I love…I love…I love…
When you fly me crazy, my dove

I love you so
When darkness fell upon me…fell upon me…
I love you though
Even when darkness won’t let me be…free…
Just know
We will follow
The footsteps of the unknown
And make progress, for we’re not alone
We’re not alone…we’re never alone

Stay with me when I feel out of darkness
Stray with me into the light of the breeze
Don’t break my heart of childlike sadness
Ignore the negativity and be one at ease

Before we break apart,
Darkness fell upon me…
Take my hand…
Understand…

I love you so
When darkness fell upon me…fell upon me…
I love you though
Even when darkness won’t let me be…free…
Just know
We will follow
The footsteps of the unknown
And make progress, for we’re not alone
We’re not alone…we’re never alone

I love…I love…I love…when you fly me crazy, my dove
I care for you dearly, so take my hand and eventually,
We’ll be free with His right hand on our shoulders
Anxiety within will break apart like boulders

Take my hand…
Understand…
I love…I love…I love…
When you fly me crazy, my dove

I love you so
When darkness fell upon me…fell upon me…
I love you though
Even when darkness won’t let me be…free…
Just know
We will follow
The footsteps of the unknown
And make progress, for we’re not alone
We’re not alone…we’re never alone

Understand, we’re never alone
Never alone, nor on our own
Even when darkness fell upon me
And you, the rest is unknown
Just know you and I will be free…
Thank you for your wordless encouragement of glee
In the here and now, don’t be down
So, wipe away that doubtful frown
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Critical Race Theory

God made human beings into man and woman
And adorned them - gems into a gorgeous garden;
Never coloring them into white, black, or brown
His image, he poured into them, in-mold golden...

Humans created all casts, colors, creeds, and sects,
Filled the earth with injurious impurities;
Each looking another as suspicious objects,
Thus marring the beauty of God's priorities...

Realizing - sin against each one - ugliest
Human beings need to remove the filth in them;
Outlooks on persons and events must be honest,
Each human as precious as the Kohinoor gem...

When the law and the legal system is racist,
Who would citizens ever approach for justice?
Having not condemned the legal system fascist,
Could the system not ever care for the rustics?

People who oppressed are uniquely qualified,
Speak on behalf of other oppressed of the group;
Victims of racism and cruelties that abide,
Need exclusive interference of legal troupe...

And thus, may inequalities be wiped away,
May everywhere human cause and humanism thrive!
Everything that hinders human growth may give way,
To love, fraternity, and liberty to live...

11 July 2021
Critical Race Theory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Handle With Loving Care, For Fragile Contest

Born with a complex like a tormented fugitive in a constant flight from a life of acceptance, his Life is filled with questions and complexities. There is no room 

for blame. In a secret place, he was crafted skillfully; non are the same.*
Stored away in my garage are many items of relative values. Some have little 

to no value and are pleading for me to  tossed them. Others are just put in containers relative to their size and shape. Some totes contain various items 

with distinct labels of identity. Some are boxed; some are in totes; some are very clearly 'marked'.  Fragile people are Like boxes of beautiful jars and 

choice pottery. Such ones must be cushioned  and shielded, with postings, signs, and markings, less they be broken in a thousand pieces. There is a                                                                   

Divine Mandate requiring us to be sensitive and protective of them.                                                                       To do less is to be a lesser human.  Always present is that inability to stand                                                    

up to conflict and withstand insensitive people.  He cries easily and hurts                                                       badly.  He requires  special touches of love and human kindness. The 'marked 

ones'  are so designated, not because he is more important; but rather, because he is so very fragile, and must be handled with care. The one who 

would dare to bully or mistreat him will himself be uncovered and revealed as one with much disfunction and sickness. No elasticity; No bouncing ability; No 

flexibility; as if crafted in a sea of glass. He is entrenched with fragility. Finished and matured glass is highly useful, but is very vulnerable and easily 

cracked and broken.  Some of us are strong and solid like a rock. Some of us are weak and vulnerable like sheets of glass. We all are made in God's image 

and likeness. You and I have an intrinsic worth of high and equal value. May we be as HE who notices every falling bird**, and embraces us as HIS friends.
10132017 PS Contest, Fragility, Hamilton,5P                                                                                                                                                                     *Psalm 139:15, **Matthew 10:39
Form: Couplet


Unbroken

I  am as strong as the wind is fierce 
Though my heart is shattered
I will persevere 
I loved with all I had, 
and all it did was leave me sad


I will not cry, I will not weep.

I will stand tall, though the nights are deep.
I’ll gather my pieces, one by one,
And face the rising of the sun.
Though shadows linger where love once lay,
I will find light to guide my way.
I find my value to him,
Was only where I lay
In longing under the moon
All promises made. 
He did deface

Awhile now he's tried to leave
Letting me fight for he
But in the end only pain remained

Broken dreams blooming in dawn light
With cold tones he said fairwell
And with that my heart broke, 
Like frost in hell

Realization tore, sorrow felt. 
Never did he care for me
only what I brought 
So easily I was tossed aside
My pain, my longing, swept over me like a tide. 
Yet still I stand, unbroken, clear,
No tears will fall, no trace of fear.
I leave behind what once was mine,
This love now past, its grip resign.
The pain will fade, the longing wane,
A distant memory, not my chain.

Premium Member The Impossible Star

You are way too things to me in particular
But there is one that is the most crucial of them all.
As well as the most vicious one?
It's the fact that you are quite impossible to attain
No matter how much one attempts
And believe me when I state that I have tried multiple times
They all always ended up failing spectacularly for me
And somehow, you ended up even further away than before
I don't know what it was that kept me attempting it
It always resulted in me getting wounded
And you getting away scot-free as you usually do
But then again, that is normal for you, isn't it?
You never seem to care about who you harmed back then or now
So maybe… it's a good thing that I failed then
You were exactly a good friend to anyone back then
You only seemed to care for one person: yourself
I don't quite understand how or why I was your friend
It was probably because of your honey words
I do understand however why the others left, though now
It's because of who you are as a human
You are the most vile and manipulative human to ever roam the planet
Even the most loathed being that lived has nothing on you
So… please do everyone a favor and drop dead

Premium Member The Last Email to A Man I Love

"Sometimes when you lose, you win."

And sometimes, 
unrequited love 
teaches us more 
about love, and ourselves.

McDonough, 
sometimes it can be 
one of the best things
 in our life.

I had the worst year teaching, 
and you never called 
so I couldn't explain.

 I sent you weird texts 
because I would drink
 a lot 
and then message you, 
upset,
because I couldn't speak to you 
and you go cold.

 You hibernate
 in the winter, 
communicatively speaking, 

probably  dead,
or dying 
from a cancer
 you wouldn't name for me. 

 (Don't forget 
that I'm from Rochester,
New York, 
and I'm feisty).

I am working
at one of the best
schools in my state, 
now, and almost. 

I am having 
my poetry published 
and I won 
money for my work
(little lie 
for poetic liberty).

I am also 
very happy 
in my life. 

 I completed my 28 
marathons 
on my own, 
with no 
training wheels.  

The last one was
one morning 
when I hopped out of bed 
and decided to run
(no coffee, 
run, instead). 

I hope to reconnect 
with you someday.  

I care about you, 
as I do everyone in my life 
whom I chose 
to care for 
because I see the extraordinary
 in them 

and I love 
very passionately.

I know that scares 
the living hell 
out of your conservative, 
British soul.  

I always scare away,
 and/or attract men.

Most women 
don't give me 
the time of day 
because I am 
(obviously, he he) 
a beautiful goddess.  

You are charming, 
intelligent
and witty.

It is okay 
to be loved
 by a young woman, 
McDonough.

Don't 
over think 
things,

and lose out 
on how fun 
this life
 can be.  

I'm running through the whole damn rainbow, 
laughing and naked 
with mistakes 
and joy.  

Sincerely,
me
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The Beaver and the Eagle

“Hi Eagle, loonie for your thoughts?”

“Hey Beaver, what made them choose you for a national animal?”

“I’m a symbol of perseverance and strength, persistence and hard work, eh.”

“Oh I see, I thought it was their sense of humor.”

“Well Eagle, we’re dam funny too. Care for a timbit?”

“What in the world is a timbit?”

“It’s like donut holes we eat with our Tim Horton’s.”

“Who’s Tim Horton?”

“It’s coffee, on every corner. We all have at least three a day. No matter what.”

“Everyday? That seems like a lot. What if they’re closed? Or if there’s a blizzard? ”

“That’s an odd question. They’re never closed and blizzards don’t stop anyone in hockey season.”

“Hmm, so it’s like Starbuck’s here, or football and beer.”

“Yes exactly, like hockey and beer.”

“No I said foot… nevermind. What about maple syrup, is it true you put it on almost everything?”

“That is a ridiculous rumour. We don’t put it on almost everything, we put it on literally everything.”

“That can’t be right, you put it on burgers? In cereal, coffee, beer? On sandwiches, steak, bacon?”

“You bet we do. On bacon, coffee, bacon, beer, bacon, sandwiches, bacon, steak, bacon. And usually bacon as well.”

“…… Okay well, see you around I guess. I’m going to take off to my nest.”

“Yes take off eh, ya hoser.” 

“Hoser?”


Dec 12, 2022

Premium Member Sweet Dream

Come my beauty, I am the voice of the forest,
just take my hand and come my dearest;
with love you will be embraced by emerald vines,
listen to the birds sing.  Oh what a lovely chorus.

In ancient towering trees the wild wind whines,
on hanging branches tangled moss falls and twines;
let us take this path to see the sage's unfolding turns,
not far, my dear, a creek bubbles like sweet chimes.

Come my precious, take care for the wild rose burns,
a bright hummingbird, twirls, swirls and returns;
to hear my whisper has always been your rechoice,
you have loved me since a child with love that yearns.

The forest is within your heart and I am its voice,
in your dream I call and you come by choice;
you love my green deepness, my peace and tranquility,
so until time to wake be still with your innervoice.

__________________________________
April 30, 2016 (Edit)


Poetry/Rhyme/Sweet Dream
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1077-958-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to the contest, End of October, 2018 Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand

First Place
Form: Rhyme

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