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I prayed my way through the emotions
Felt Him cleanse my heart of its worries
Fill me up with a sense of His enlightenment
Create in me a new thought, a new purpose
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I prayed to Him, the One who brings peace
He saved me then, from the darkness that is
Hell that brings a total withdrawal of God’s
Spirit, His gentle love and the joy of hope
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I prayed with no thought of what I had to gain
I prayed with all my feelings crushed from the pain
I prayed and I prayed, until I’d let go of the past
And found a piece of my soul had finally found peace
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This was the day – the moment – the time
When I was saved by grace from the fate of
Living life without God and dying without a chance!
"The Unexplained" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
September 29, 2020
Carolyn Devonshire-Poetess I never met
was similar to I for she also had regret…
Remorse maybe complexed and burdening to one
never brings no peace of mind and certainly no fun.
Before money there was trade and bartering in chase
no-one really knows who invented the replace,
Though many problems have occurred due to the creation-
homelessness, poverty, social deprivation.
To be compassionate, kind from goodness in our heart
we may share human feelings for others to be part,
To make known, to engage in hope of a solution
bringing all together so there is no exclusion.
For we’re people, we struggle for life can be hard
we empathise, sympathise and NO we won’t discard
Human beings- poor or sick, downtrodden often years
as we care so we will share overwhelmingly to tears.
* this poem I wrote after reading 'Regret' by Carolyn Devonshire.
For every glowing grin and kindly face,
We take a gambit on what waits inside,
For rare is it, that smiles come with grace -
Far less is what they show, than what they hide.
So in the course of choosing well, a friend,
I look for kind and honest, thoughtful, care ...
For all the lasting friendships, in the end,
Will bud and grow from seedlings planted there.
There is one special bloom here, on this site,
Who from the very first, was kind and true,
And if they hadn't shined on me, their light ...
I would not now be sharing this ... with you.
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Qualities You Admire In Friends" Poetry Contest
Carolyn Devonshire, Sponsor.
My pulse is weak; it flutters while I plead
for air to give my lungs a chance to breathe.
Abuse must stop, or soon my heart will bleed.
My virgin flesh despoiled and robbed for greed,
in pain I cringe and hide my face in shame.
My pulse is weak; it flutters while I plead.
Entwined in thorns, I’m begging to be freed.
My lips are dry; they thirst for kiss of life.
Abuse must stop, or soon my heart will bleed.
These ailing limbs, unwilling to concede
defeat, as vibrant echoes numb the mind.
My pulse is weak; it flutters while I plead.
Mankind is blind, appears to take no heed.
The soul is lost and time is running out.
Abuse must stop, or soon my heart will bleed.
On verge of suffocation, I’m in need
of love and hope to sprout from hidden seed.
My pulse is weak; it flutters while I plead.
Abuse must stop, or soon my heart will bleed.
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International Earth Day Contest
Hosted by Carolyn Devonshire
[Published in Kavya Kishor, Bangladesh ~ 25 April 2023]
Ghostly apparition in light night sky
The moon becomes a fierce dragon's big eye
Dragon flows outward fills southern sky high
Great awesome fierceness goes before it _sigh
Happenings as such are very eerie
Feeling my father's presence at his death
(Something that cannot be explained_ really)
Had this calming effect in just one breath
Carried him to hospital ill that morning
Never knew that today would be the day
Death would carry him away _no warning
Died in surgery_ spirit would not stay
As he left his humble earthly abode
His Eternal Spirit touched my soul
(When my father died, I had not been
told that he was dead but suddenly
I knew just an internal thing..I felt him
brush against me as he went by..)
Contest:"Ghosts!"
Sponsor:Carolyn Devonshire
This sacred soil that once resounded with the musket's rattle,
Imbued with mingled blood of Blue and Gray spilt in brutal battle,
Now stands serene with only whisperings of the restless ghosts,
Of gallant men who sacrificed their all among the frenzied hosts.
Are those the sighs of vagabond souls heard with each subtle breeze,
As zephyrs rustle the dancing leaves of stalwart, guardian trees?
Is that the winter's wind that shrieks about Round Top Hill,
Or the screams of dying troopers, their fatal destiny to fulfill?
Are those the moans of men left to die, their laurels won,
Or the boles of ancient pines groaning 'neath the searing sun?
The wind wafts tall grasses that on The Wheatfield grow;
Could this be waves of spectral infantry, advancing row by row?
Lightning flashes and thunder echoes across the rolling sectors,
Reminiscent of once roaring cannon, now long-silent specters.
The battle was o'er with the repulse of daring General Pickett;
Thousands of souls lay dead on bloody field and tangled thicket.
Lincoln's powerful address yet echoes o'er that hallowed clay,
To honor heroes, no matter the color of cloth they wore that day.
Do their fretful spirits yet roam, wondering if they died in vain?
Rest in peace dear souls - because of you this nation rose again!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 4 the Fraser/Devonshire "Dazzle Us With History" Contest - Jan 2011
A dry and barren moat
around historic tower, London’s pride
for many years in restful dormant mood
dreaming of days gone by
when swords clashed and armour creaked;
the yells and screams of battle filled the air.
Testament of courage and pain;
did those who fought there die in vain?
A dry and barren moat
now back to life to mark Remembrance Day
with a gushing flow of poppies dressed in red
reflecting thoughts of Flanders.
Who dedicates these scarlet blooms,
to souls that rest in earthen tombs?
A dry and barren moat
its open bleeding heart that drips with recollections
of destructive devastation and needless deaths.
Governments rise only to fall;
cries still trapped in the tower's wall.
A dry and barren moat
where visitors now see the red carpet
in place to praise bravery.
Haven't families of lost soldiers
earned a red carpet too?
Let them saunter somberly
above the moat, across the fields.
Such is the costly price of war;
buried loved ones we'll see no more.
A dry and barren moat
encases the historic tower,
a silhouette reminder at sunset
that no one wins a war.
A lone bugle plays taps;
it resounds through the crisp air.
A sad family walks away,
leaving tears on a floral spray.
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Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire (Nov. 2014)
St. Patrick’s Day
Just a few yards ahead of my terrace,
Gift of Nature is my treasure, so precious,
A pair of gregarious trees Shorea Robasta stand,
Closely attached, as if branches hang hand in hand.
The trees start to shed dry leaves since last week of February.
In first week of March both show skeleton in haste and hurry.
Astonishingly every year on seventeenth March.
Tender nascent leaf buds peep out in each perch.
Perfect is the timing to greet and honor St. Patrick’s Day.
Pair of trees get covered with gorgeous veil in green spray.
They spread shiny glossy bushy big green canopy hood
Flora of Green Earth celebrates green vigor in happy mood.
Plants decorate themselves with leaves in various shades of green.
Let your evergreen Heart be keen to enjoy love of your Valentine.
03/20/16
Third Place
'March Poems, Old or New' Contest by Carolyn Devonshire
An Open Heart
I open my heart
only to be burned again.
But if I lock it,
there`s no chance for future love.
Open, I still cling to hope.
written by Carolyn Devonshire
This is a little poem that says many words.
Having a open heart, it has at least this
particular lovely poet.
Carolyn Devonshire has an open heart for all
and encouraged all other to do the same.
Carolyn Devonshire gives everything of herself,
which I appreciate alot.
I put you on a throne today Carolyn, because you
are a lady with a lot of love, caring and are loved
by many.
Do not forget dear reader: HAVE AN OPEN HEART!
Wish you all the best dear Carolyn!
21.may.2012
love from Anne-Lise Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(1st place in the contest)
I walked by the lake in the morning light
Caught movement in the corner of my eye
Stood a beautiful woman dressed in white
Silence was broken with a mournful cry.
I rushed to the spot where she I had seen
Finding not a trace at where she had stood
Still was the water, ‘twas a blackish green
Had she fell in or walked into the wood.
A stone nearby with inscription it read
June the twelfth in eighteen thirty seven
Lady Ava drowned here, sadly found dead
We pray her souls now resting in heaven.
Had I seen a ghost? That I’ll never know
Walks down by the lake, I no longer go.
Written on the 18th September 2018.
For The Unexplained Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Carolyn Devonshire.