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It's a joyfully hot day in the San Joaaquin Valley this day.
Grabbing my jar of bubble mix, onto the deepest green
rug covered deck,
Wiith them in hand, I ran.
Like a delighted child~the swing rocking me perfectly.
Wondering
Wondering~
Can I catch time in a glorious bubble?
Will it remain forever, rainbow hued?
Sparkling like the space shuttle?
Bubble
Bubble~
Remain forever with me this sunny day!
Alas, a fragrant wind, gentle as love's first kiss,
Took away today's time in a bubble.
Forlorn
Forlorn~
Poems are not bubbles that blow away.
Your create them, with glee, publish them,
And on the Poetry Soup site, they do forever stay!
Hooray
Hooray~
May 23, 2020
6:30pm PST
Poem # 1,291
Abiding in God’s will, let’s serve the Lord with joy
Beautified through His grace to minister along gladness-glow
Cheered up midst Scriptures’ truth, smiting hypocrisy and deceit
Delighted by the Almighty’s blessings toward stewardship-triumph
Empowered for fruitful compassionate reaching-out
Fortified to encourage upon strengthened faith
Girded, guided, geared up against human frailty’s endurance
Hoisted as held with Christ’s omnipotent and gentle grip
Invigorated, ceaselessly fervent around Holy Spirit’s revival
Jubilant, gratefully testifying: “Our labour is not in vain in the Lord.”
*1Corinthians 15:58 Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.
August 24, 2019
Hi guys plz go through my poem ,After two years of marriage journey..Life has taken me so far..recollecting the past memories with my bro and refreshing the moments we shared together on his Birthday!!
Inside home or outside the house,
Hide and seek We played like mouse.
Very much fond of Hit and beat,
Fighting and mingling in a split of seconds like a treat.
Pulling leg like no one else,
Playing pranks,betting odds like no one does.
For every game which we played,
Slowly steadily in a day.
Not I used to take my turn,
You are the one who tied ribbons of my likes/dislikes
& gave me love in return!
Those lovely days,those astonishing spark,
Each & everyday was beaming with Sunrise from the dark.
Carving my life with an meaningful essence,
Lighting the bonfire of my life,You made it more delighted.
Its because of You bro, my lovely star from the heaven of blue sky,
My life is often been solaced with your presence,
Thanks for every thing You did in a sense.
"Wishing You a very Happy Birthday. God bless YOU as always with
full of love,prosperity and good health.loads of love. "
We nicknamed her ABW – my cousins and me.
Never told her what it stood for, but she never asked.
She was delighted to be included, for we were a party.
Six wild cousins, thinking up spur of the moment fun.
ABW was thrilled whenever we invited her to our shenanigans.
An only child, she had no one to poke her in the eye or pull her hair.
We gladly filled in these gaps, claiming her as an honorary cousin.
ABW stood for Albino Butterfly Woman, weird, since she was a girl.
She grew into the name, however, and became a scientist.
Studying butterflies in rainforests and exotic one-of-a-kind islands.
We must have been psychic I told my cousin Crazy Little Jimmy.
I thought ABW stood for A Babyish Whiner he replied.
Braids and Ladders
There was once a very selfish wife,
Who allowed her husband to risk his life,
Collecting Rapunzel climbing over
A witch’s wall,
Until one night the witch caught him!
How dare you, how did you have
The gall!
She promised not to hurt a hair on
His head,
But made him a promise that she
Would instead,
Collect their first born,
Which she duly did one morn!
Rapunzel, she called the little girl,
Who grew into a true sight to
Be seen,
So the witch locked her in a tower
Where not a solitary being,
Could enter, for there was no door
Just a window way up high
And a very high tower pointed towards
The sky.
Rapunzel had very long blonde
Braids,
And up these braids climbed this horrible
Old witch.
Rapunzel to pass the time would sing,
And one day a prince passed, heard
A song and watched the witch cling
To long braids which reached the ground,
After she had
Whispered Rapunzel let down your hair,
Which someone from high up did with
Great flair!
One night the prince said the same,
And without a care,
Rapunzel let down her hair,
Up climbed the prince , Rapunzel
Was startled, and he, taken aback,
At such beauty, he immediately fell in love,
Proposed, Rapunzel accepted for
She instantly loved him back.
One day Rapunzel said to the witch,
You are much heavier than the prince,
You evil girl, she said, you are deceitful
And took her to a desert to weep and
Where she would never see people!
The witch tied Rapunzel’s braids
By the window and when the prince
Called for Rapunzel to let down her hair,
He climbed up the braids, which he didn’t
Know were now a snare!
The witch pushed him, he fell into a
Bush with many a thorn,
And was blinded.
He lost interest in life and wandered through
The forest, he was lost in mourn,
Finally reached the desert and heard
A familiar voice in song,
Ran towards it Rapunzel recognized
The prince and shed many a tear,
One of which, to the witches’ greatest fear,
Fell on his eyes and delighted
He could again see,
Together they took flee,
To the Prince’s kingdom, where Rapunzel, the
Fair beauty and the Prince married,
Not a moment wasted or tarried!
Foot Note
RAPUNZEL IS A SALAD VEGETABLE
Gold or gladiolus or golden sapphire fine;
Delighted, even if I divine light define;
If, like an orange, the details I do not peel,
Will my rhyme-lyric like an angelus-bell, peal?
Like a disciplined mother rearing her infant,
Timely sleeping, rising, nourishing comprehend;
Shaping each brick of my creation if I build,
Will my greatest works as unskilled ever get grilled?
Is my concept clear as a transparent crystal?
Does my thought target, shoot as sure as a pistol?
Do my ideas, views flow like fluent rivers?
Are my imageries as reflected as mirrors?
If I write 'pudding' when I need to write 'wedding'
When it necessitates making the amending;
If my ego, like a wall, stands strong on the way,
I'm not a poet perfect; I should get away.
As the wave-sound of the sea both feeble and rough,
As the chirping of birds are coarsely sweet enough;
As wild animals have roars, gibber, brays, and hums,
My words should vary from simple to complex-sums.
Is a writer full in him that he should not read?
Do the shores of the seas ever a limit need?
Voraciousness in keenness make my wisdom vast,
The wisest of wisdom should be my true breakfast.
11 August 2021
The Writer In Me, Wants You To Know Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
I glare at the dragon; she is not easy to understand
Her keyboard lays dormant; I despise her in many ways
She’s a machine, you are the boss, someone says
He is on probation now, not understanding our battle
My sword is mighty; but hers is mightier
she has the last word, because she can
I can’t even type without her changing my capitals
sometimes she refuses to acknowledge words I think are words
she has programs that I will never use,
because she intimidates me, and her instruction books are ridiculous
I don’t read anything over six pages
I glare at her, wanting my old life back
She is here to stay, resolute and determined
I have to make room for her; everyone else in the house adores her
my children click clack click her keys, and are delighted
my husband throws around terms like “database and delete”.
Words I never used before this dragon arrived.
My eyes this evening are delighted by what they see
An aura, a Spanish maiden, dances in front of me
Flowing locks of darkened curls sway left to right
Towards me she moves in wonder on this Scottish winter night
Her eyes in penetration my soul now captured so
My hand she takes in hers to the floor we wanting go
Shoulder to shoulder we dance, aroma of she so close
Her perfumed nape delights as our evening gracefully flows
Whispers are softly shared amidst touches of soft caress
Closer and closer we hold, in dance our bodies impress
On this Scottish winter night, an aura dances with me
Two souls finally together, perhaps it was meant to be
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Optimizing hobby moments with zest
While indulging in creativity’s flair
I do exercise my handcrafting best
Producing work of art my soul can share.
Delighted, I bask in crocheting bliss
For cellphone cases bearing vibrant hues
As birthday gift to either lass or Sis
Grateful to God* along poetic muse.
Oh, with needle's help and garments to mend
My hands excel in repairing delight
Fixing well along embroidery's end
Showcasing a new version of good sight.
Then as my special child joins me with mirth
Together, we bond midst handcrafting spree
Using strings and yarns of workmanship's worth
Maximizing hobby times, gladly free.
*Colossians 3:17 - And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.
April 30, 2024
2nd place, "Tell me about your hobby in 8-20 lines of rhyme" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 5/5/2024
FORBIDDEN TECHNIQUE
The thrust of the sword
the glide of the shield
the glow of silver as it
lights up the eastern sky
The forbidden military technique
to wield the defenders shield and
to harness energy in means other
than to the peoples defense
The ones in the know call it
"ngungi" the great ability
or is it the great power
to move, heal - snatch effect
On a sword the defender is sworn
looking east towards the first dwelling
home from where we came - the land
land of light the first settlement..
Gichunge were warriors of the light
we defeated darkness when he..
wanted to take over the sacred abode
and when the son of men fell..
Gichunge the warrior of light followed
for we delighted in the sons of men
and our way is the way of light
for we are sworn to always defend
Defend by becoming a beacon of light
in times of darkness to offer hope
our is not to stand judge and snatch..
snatch the sacred life..
we are Gichunge defenders of the
down trodden.. we follow the path
of the pilgrim the healer and teacher
we are sworn to protect..
lewis Nyaga
GICHUNGE..