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Thought she’s the one
Was wrong
Doesn’t want to be true to herself
Told her what I thought
Assuming
Without knowing
She said
It’s an invitation to be my friend
If what I thought is wrong
Let me know
It’s a start of being close best friends
Instead she blocked me in messenger
Does not want to hear the truth
Sorry, told her
We’re in different Church
A friend said “It’s not in the Church”
It’s on her attitude
Text her she’s making me cries
She does not accept my way of friendship
Sickness, sad, Depress
Copied my text to her
Told my mother
Stop your drama!
She’s not a good friend
They knew each other
Accepted her in our home
Interacted
At the end
Mother told me what kind of person she is
Stop your drama!
She’s not a good friend
Calmed down
Written: 8092028
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
One weary dusk, after a day of teaching’s strain,
I pedaled my bike through the traffic’s refrain.
The smog of exhaust kissed my tired face,
As car horns screamed in their frantic race.
The gut feeling above my head wanted to pry,
“Why not take a risk? Just give it a try.”
But then I was right, the path of my wandering feet
Went wrong all the way to another street.
I recall my old self in a cemented jungle
Of a filthy city- I had never learned to juggle.
Where people lived bound, their dreams denied,
Captive to sorrow with no place to hide.
No matter how hard I pedaled my way,
I was stuck, unable to move or sway.
Not smog, but poverty clung to my skin,
A cruel fate I never chose to begin.
Here, plates would shatter before roosters would crow,
Un-gargled mouth would bicker with no peace to show.
There’s religion, yes, but why so crude?
Why is life filled with bitterness and feud?
It’s dusk again, and clouds fade from sight,
Mama took the blow from my father’s palm.
While her empty stomach crumbled, his clenched fist,
A tragic tale no meal could fix.
Where’s the one who wandered astray?
Regretful now, like a prodigal’s way.
Turning back to the road I know,
To a home where light will surely show.
The dawn breaks through, a radiant beam,
Guiding a soul from a hopeless dream.
But the path ahead is narrow and steep,
With faith as my only treasure to keep.
Bestowed am I with grace-extravagance
As God’s child, loved upon merciful might
Beautified by holiness’ elegance
Secured in His compassion day and night
To march forward along service-delight.
With bountiful wondrous blessings to share
I pray, “Lord, my heart, please faithfully grant
Joy in giving and willingness to care;
Vanquish selfishness, vainly arrogant
Please make me generously triumphant.”
Endowed greatly with heavenly riches*
I’m assured with eternal life’s bounty
Midst pursuits for stewardship-outreaches
Optimizing each opportunity
For diligent Gospel preaching’s duty.
Braced by sovereign power’s engagement
Grateful am I for divine fulfillment.
*Philippians 4:19 But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.
April 16, 2019
"Urban Sonnet"
1st place, "YOUR CHOICE(4),any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/9/2019.
WAR FOLLOWS THEM HOME
It’s hard to avoid being shot,
in wars around the world.
PTSD a remnant of
sorrows at home … unfurl.
War not something you leave behind,
follows you everywhere.
Nightmares, horror, fears, flashbacks of
war … daily wear.
Two types of soldiers they were taught,
"quick or the dead,"always said.
Some don’t want to be quick any
more now rather … be dead!
He didn’t want to kill himself,
signing up, a big mistake!
Christian should never kill others,
home or wars … lives take.
Story has unhappy ending,
one of many a day.
Only those obey God’s commands,
no way … end up this way!
Nov. 5, 2025
Ex 20:13 “Do not kill"
Acts 5:29 ”Obey God rather than men"
Ro.12:16 ”Far as depends on you, be peaceable
with all men"
"No one stands in the same stream twice"
It's a lofty thought and the phrasing is nice
But we often lose the rest of the quote
Oh, we know the water's not quite the same
But then we get lazy and miss the boat...
Cause the one in the water is changing, too
Water has life, gives life, takes life
And we can't take a step without it
But what happens to us when we step in it?
It's a baptism contemplated by few, I think
Water under the bridge is where it should be
But over the dam is not part of the plan
To confuse the two is something we do
But controlling it's not the province of man
The water will do what it's meant to do
Whether brown, or green, or crystalline blue
Sometimes when it's deep it almost looks black
And when it gets angry we've learned to stay back
Clear water's the type that looks so inviting
We boil it and spoil it and use it for fighting
We tame it as much as we've power to do
But water will seek its own level it's true
We live on it and in it but when the day's through
We can't live without it or we're what is through
---------------------------------------------------
Was Athena responsible for contemplative thought?
Or just born in a place where it was carefully taught?
So many deep thinkers we revere to this day
And thoughts we still think about come into play
I think it not likely an accident there
Where gods and kings got in each other's hair
Classicists oft give way to classism
Elite thought the way of elitists and schism
It's all Greek to me and it was to them, too
But the water that changes men came from a Jew
Where olives again played a pivotal part
His words intended to cause thought from the heart
The water he used and the water he sought
Were both meant to cause us all deeper thought
And the water he used from the head to the feet
Provides us a cleansing, a comfort complete
With water that lives in all those who will think
With their heart as well as with what they might drink
It's water that cleanses heart, head, and feet
Under what's built between us, a bridge where they meet
Awesome stars* are art works of the Almighty
Beauteous midst darkness, sparkling bright
Creation masterpieces supremely crafted
Designed perfectly to serve as eyes’ delights.
Extolling the grandeur of divine excellence
Firmament jewels driving astronomic flight
Galaxy ornaments that mystify constellation gazers
Heaven’s wonders are stars** for promises’ hoisting
Influence-compass intensifying travel-impact
Journey-leader to magi searching the King of kings with joy.***
Kindling reality-awakenings for inquisitive kids
Lights are the stars**** along truth-seeking luminescence
Marvels with wisdom-beam midst queries on magic or mystery
Night’s treasures as “diamonds in the sky” bringing wealth nigh
Opening opportunities to dream and soar with optimism.
Potential inspiration and muse source for poetry
Quiet, yet clear witnesses of victims in their justice-quest
Radiant gems to aspiring champions revealing rewards
Steadfast signs are assuring stars***** against skepticism
Testifying about timeless blessed celestial triumph.
Up above they are stars****** reflecting Christ’s glory ultimately
Victorious in asserting faith that vanquishes vain vision
Watchfulness they show, glowing for guided winning
‘Xcellence marks their illumining expertise surpassing any x-ray
Yes, they are shining in the Scriptures today and yon
Zealously gleaming and glaring with enlightenment’s zest.
*Genesis 1:16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
**Genesis 15:5 … Look now toward heaven, and tell the stars, if thou be able to number them…
***Matthew 2:2 Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.
****Jeremiah 31:35 Thus saith the LORD, which giveth … the stars for a light by night
*****Luke 21:25 And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars.
******1Corinthians 15:41 There is … glory of the stars: for one star differeth from another star in glory.
March 18, 2020
“Double Abecedarian”
5th place, "A Star's Heartbeat" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 3/22/2020.
Anxiety
There is a stress that is brought upon a person from a source not of his own making. Also, there is a different self-born/inflicted type, though unplanned, yet avoidable. Since becoming an adult and finishing college, I have been jobless at least four times. Each period of unemployment caused stress, discomfort, and some anxiety.
In the Spring of 1974, after resigning a position with a drug rehabilitation program, I had no idea what I would be doing next. I had been married less than two years, with a baby less than one year old. As I recall, the Lord being merciful to me, I was able to find employment in a relatively short period of time.
In the Fall of 1974, I quit my job as a baker and moved some 600 miles to another state. The move became a source of anxiety. Nevertheless, I began to grow as a person and a christian. I have heard it said, "Nothing ventured; Nothing gained." In my early years, it seems that I was programed to take giant leaps of faith; but currently, not so much. Rain usually comes with a storm; and roses are surrounded by thorns.
In Fall of 1978, yet again, I resigned a social program and moved to another state 2000 miles away. I have learned that adversity is good for me; and also that it is not good to drive while looking through the rear view mirror.
In 2003, the company for which I worked for 25 years went out of business. It was not easy starting over at 54 years of age in an economy recovering from the pain of "911". In my view, anxiety does not have to be a death warrant, nor does stress signal a terminal illness. On the contrary, they may well be a warning for us to 'kick it' into another gear.
02242017 PS Contest, Anxiety, Lewis Raynes
On that particular day, I always remember,
That nineteen ninety-nine 25th December,
Midst my lone celebration there arose,
A certain scent like that of a rose,
I just fell silent when all of a sudden,
Entered a lady, as though for long hidden,
With a message of Christmas; she was none,
But the District Collector of the time; whose son,
Serving in the army; on such a Christmas day died,
Fighting against the enemies, who had tired,
To encroach on the settlement tents,
And kill and loot the men put up in segments,
My son got killed - the collector said crying,
He had said, it seems when he was painfully dying,
That a doctor tried to save his life,
And undertook for this purpose great strife,
Later, when I enquired, for a long, I found,
That it was you who strived for him, duty-bound,
This is why I have come over here to meet you tonight,
On this great day, when Jesus who did fight,
For the sake of humanity who lived in darkness,
Lived and died as an ordinary man of starkness…
She wished me Merry Christmas and shared my Christmas meal,
Though she was not, by religion, a Christian, I could feel,
Grace and mercy of Jesus overflowing in her,
That, like a revolution, her heart and mind did stir,
Thanking me again and again, she slowly moved,
As a beam of moon midst, clouds of darkness grooved,
I stood silent, thinking of that gentle army man,
Who breathed his last on my lap and ended his life span,
I could not just block the teardrops that brim-filled,
And rolled down as though many duties were fulfilled...!!!
Author Dana Redricks
May 31, 2023
Life has taught me many lessons, some moments of bliss, but some of depressions; Each day a new challenge, each day a new test, but I count my blessings and strive for my best.
The greatest love I have known is from Jesus Christ, Who gave His life to offer us eternal life; I cling to His promises when the going gets tough, and I thank Him for His mercies that are more than enough.
Each battle that I have fought has shaped me into who I am, made me resilient, courageous, and strong; Though hard times are painful, I wouldn’t change a thing, for they have refined my character and pushed me to keep on moving on.
So bring on the struggles, let the challenges arise, for I know that God is with me, He hears my cries; I will keep counting my blessings and living with gratitude, and trust that every lesson life teaches is part of God’s eternal plan which has made me Brand new.
Experts recommend warming up before exercising to adequately prepare the body and get the most benefit from the workout
I know this for a fact as I do about seven to ten minutes stretching before
After my daily morning exercises
The same applies to our participation in Mass. When our hearts and minds are properly prepared
Our experience is richer
Try these ideas to have a great Eucharistic workout
Prepare for exertion
We come to Mass not as spectators but as participants
Prepare to join with other members of the Body of (Father) Christ in Prayer
Worship
Thanksgiving
Communion
Stretch out
Is something holding you back from giving your whole love Attention to Eternal God
If you are carrying worry
Anger
Resentment
Guilt
Spend a few moments letting it go
Start slowly
Arrive early to review the readings
Ask what Eternal God is trying to tell you
Personally
In the words of Scripture
Get into the Zone
Something amazing happens every moment during the Mass
Don’t miss a single one
Think about what you are saying as you recite the prayers
Enthusiastically speak the responses
Sing with your whole heart
Allow yourself to be awed by receiving the Body and Blood of Father Christ in the Eucharist
Cool down
After the celebrant leaves the Church
Spend a few moments figuring out what Eternal God wants
you to do for the next week
As a result of what you just heard and said