Long Diminished hexaverse Poems

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The Moon In All Its' Glory

Foundation powder,
sparkling in the night.
Eternity is seen
in the wonderment
of this silver dust.

Creation is
amazing with
all its' textures
and brilliant glow

of this big
star and its'
stunning light.

We are
made of

dust,

not

unlike
how all

creation
seems to be.
With so much

dust, its' as if
the moon is the
desert of the sky,
no life is seen.

Sparkly moon dust
shining in God's light.
How it has remained
with gravity's pull
is His true delight.


Winds Beneath My Wings

If I don't run wires;
In its connections,
With my smart pliers
And its corrections,
If faults come to being.

Of what essence,
Then have I been
Learnt of brilliance,
Wisdom it offers?

To fit coffers;
Of years suffered,
Got as preferred.

From pains!
For gain's

Wage!
 

If I don't lecture;
Raise students' standard,
What essence is school,
And certificate,
Endured to acquire?

Cum experience;
To compliment,
Desire to teach
And grow my dreams...

In this field,
With pleasure,
Cum future:

What holds,
Great boon's

Treat!


These are professions,
That define me well,
To cope off few hell¡
Been Jack of a trade,
Makes a dull master.

Jack of nice two;
Master of both.
Makes smart moves; cool,
In Nigeria.

Not easy,
Not been up,
After all,

Doing.
For time,

Flies...

Premium Member What If

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                                                                 *
                                                                 If
                                                            What if
                                                       I'd been there
                                                   Would I have seen
                                                  Jesus **  as ** King
                                                  Accepted ****   Him
                                                 Gave   Him   life's reign
                                                 Would I give Him  room
                                                 Would   I   invite    Him
                                                 Into   the   inn's  space
                                                 What   if   I   was there
                                                  Would   I   even   care
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Reversed Diminished Hexaverse

Premium Member It Sucks

Human nature greed
yearns and craves for more
smiting peace and bliss
contentment offers
while selfishness rules…

Feeding all wants
beyond needs’ grant
clamoring much
then heart covets*…

“I like that”
“Yours, I’ll get.”
Oh, such sucks!

Lord, please
forgive...

me.

*Romans 7:7 What shall we say then? Is the law sin? God forbid. Nay, I had not known sin, but by the law: for I had not known lust, except the law had said, Thou shalt not covet.

August 12, 2020
7th place, "It sucks" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann; judged on 8/22/2020. 
(Edited on August 24, 2020)

A Stretch of the Imagination

diminished hexaverse using words rather than syllables

Moon dust is said to cause
woe for earthling’s noses and lungs.
Powdery particles eat through stainless steel,
stick like glue and congest breathing.
I mention in passing another threat -
moon dust jams expensive electronic equipment.

Moon dust floats down unknowingly
to earth carrying deep secrets
from the lunar atmosphere like
invisible snow - pixie dust which
beguiles enchanted earthlings with ecstasy.

Some dreamers have insisted
that these invasive particles
when dispersed upon them,
totally transfixes two teenagers:

increasing their chances
for physical attraction -
magical, mesmeric magnetism,

doubling parents'
apprehension and

angst.


Welcome To Heaven the Story of My Life

The days move fast 
This night lacks stars 
the love,the romance,the lust
welcome to heaven ,the story of my life

The love,the romance,the lust
married to La vie , till death do us part
this open wound, am crying from my heart
welcome to heaven the story of my life

this open wound, am crying from my heart
the smile on my face, need to enjoy your hurt
the vase the beautiful it does enchant
Welcome to heaven the story of my life

the vase the beautiful,it does enchant
the flower the ugly ,though it does  attract
When eyes deceive,this lie we trust
welcome to heaven the story of my life 

When eyes deceive,this lies we trust 
the truth within ,the words we cant 
buried in lies,my soul will rest
welcome to heaven the story of my life

Premium Member I Wish You Would

I wish you would see
God’s pardon that’s free
offered with love’s glee
grace, hope, peace, mercy
of blest ecstasy…

I pray that you
would sense what’s true
midst blurring hue
to get real view…

May your heart
make great start
not depart…

From light
faith’s might…

Seek*!

Diminished hexaverse with rhyme form midst didactic aim.

*Mtthew 6:33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.

April 15, 2023
3rd place, "This or That, Vol 17" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 4/28/2023.

Premium Member Perseids of Summer

*      *      *       
           *
  I lie on the grass,…
  counting them, as they
  burn holes in my eyes,
  coming from nowhere,
  spiraling earthward.
  Ancient,  fireflies
  swept from the sky,
  dusting the night
  with bright embers;
  sparks flaming
  the darkness,
  each summer..
  from moon’s
  restless 
  broom

  Gone
  in a
  moment,
  and quickly
  extinquished,
  while the earth
  wants to catch them,
  to no avail…
  We cannot keep
  mortal moon dust.
  We cannot collect
  the tumbling fireflies
  to keep in a jar,
  but will store them in
  winter’s memory




     ***
  For Catie: 
”Moon Dust Contest”

Premium Member About Dreams

Dreams are forever.
                            even if I try,
                            do not go away, 
                            return the moment
                            close my drooping eyes.

                             dreams are my life,
                             don’t fade away,
                             without them, I
                             will not survive.

                             hope triumphs,
                             don’t give up,
                             not ever.

                             life is
                             about

                             Dreams


                                     January 6, 2021
                     For A Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest
                            Checked by howmansyllables.com
                                  Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger

Premium Member Hope

Hopes are buried treasures
Gold daffodils of spring
A faith seed planted deep
Watered by love's well-spring
A farmer's garden tilled
With no evidence green

Faith inside the seeds
Waits for warmth and rain
When everything's right
The plants spring forth seen
Hope's now evident

Confidence shown
Hope now revealed
An assurance
Support displayed

Hope's exposed
In flowers
Garden seed

Faith, hope
These two

Seen   

"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, 
the evidence of things not seen." Hebrews 11:1

Inspired by Dr. Ram's contest
Diminished Hexaverse has 6 stanza's 
Hexa means six...

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