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Dancing vibrant hues
Blink in shades of blue
Peafowl, A majestic bird
Our nation's pride
Peacock - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Yellow sturdy physique
On glimpsing him, the forest shrieks
Bright black stripes on body regal
Stands the royal bengal tiger
Tiger - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Smirking amidst the fecund pond
Pink beauty lotus lightens the land
To glance her in the morning,
Arises the sun gleaming
Lotus - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
A lofty banyan tree
deepens its roots free
Broadens its spiritual hereditary
Coerces to confront the world contemporary
Banyan - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Camaflouged with dry leaves
A dry leaf butterfly make us perceive
Don't judge by the veneer
Orange butterfly our seer
Oak leaf - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Our mother earth, the queen
Dons the elegant dress in green
And the blue crown forever
And so our place is prosperous ever
Ever friendly weather - Pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Ancient books and poems
classical songs and rhythms
Valluvar, Vyasan, Kamban, Bharathi
Tamil, Sanskrit, Hindi, Marathi
Poets, cultural treasures & languages - The prides of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
Like different euphoric rivers
Accumulating minerals and deliver
We travel in a path discrete
But at the same sea we meet
With diverse faith and believes
With the varied swaying leaves
We still shine with glee
As we affixed to a single big tree
Named India
Diversities - The pride of India
Come, visit and enjoy
All are welcome, yeah!!!
August- 15 -2021
Wish you all a very HaPpY InDePeNdEnCe DaY
Use your gift to give back to the One who created us all, loved our hearts and assured us of hope – quote by poet
We all, each one, have a gift to share
A gift from heaven, from God
Calling to us from our deepest prayer
A talent from His heart, His grace
A knack for giving back something so rare
It is like we are genius, offering
Joy, hope, peace beyond compare
We all, each on, have a gift designed
To be shared with everyone,
To be given, without remorse, to spellbind
The gentle spirit, the heart and soul
Of those who know that we have signed
A contract with heaven, a vow
To give our ability to the love defined
We all, each one, have a gift of grace
Poured out from God onto our hearts
So that we can always delight to embrace
The heart and soul of those who know
We are giving and will never erase
The wonders of His power, His light
Raining down on us a love to showcase
We all, each one, have a gift of life
To give back to the world all we have
Be it good deeds, artful things, midwife
We can share our gifts with others
Who need to feel the comfort from strife
That comes from believing and achieving
The way to share the promise of the afterlife
We all, each one, have a gift of love
Granted by the Creator who brings us
Each one of us the joy from up above
Reminding us that we are given the chance
To spend our lives with hope undreamed of
Because we’re given the gifts He gives
Even though we might be unworthy of
We all, each one, have the gift He has given
And it is my prayer it is for God we’ll be living
1 Corinthians 12:6. And there are diversities of operations, but it is the same God which worketh all in all. 7. But the manifestation of the Spirit is given to every man to profit withal.
You love me, even when I am wrong
A sinner, frail and weak, in search of a song
Reaching out to the joys I sometimes see
In hearts who give without condition or plea
You love me, and it is such a sweet mystery
Knowing that this hope will go down in history
For the wonderous inspiration that fulfills
Imagination and purpose that enlivens and thrills
You love me, in spite of all that I have done
To discourage your love, the embrace homespun
With my worries, struggles and cynicism
All those things that assure my criticism
You love me, although I’m not always endearing
Leaving me with hope that won’t be disappearing
Creating a wellspring of compassion within me
That fills me with assurance that I’m finally free
You love me, and give me grace everlasting
Always securing me so that I never feel contrasting
But always know the beauty of my dreams
Will hold me in a embrace like the soft sunbeams
You love me, calming my worst sorrows and pains
Soothing away the trials that leave me in chains
Breaking away pieces of anguish that destroys my best
Reminding me that I am most assuredly blessed
You love me through the troubles and adversities
Coloring my ideas with passions and diversities
Reflecting on all the faith I have known because of You
The Jesus who taught me to give, live and pursue
Goodness, acceptance, gentleness and meekness
Which come from Him who gives strength in weakness
2 Corinthians 12:9 - And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
We simply disagree it seems
With each other’s beliefs and esteems
We don’t have the same ideas
Or share the same viewpoints
We don’t know how to get along
Achieve a degree of peacefulness
Where others can settle their differences
We seem to differ on every opinion
We once were friends who harmonized
Agreeing on every way we turned
But time brought us into a quarrelsomeness
And we are more focused on our diversities
We loved each other many years ago
Shared our feelings, thoughts and opinions
Felt as if we were sisters who synchronized
Then things fell apart so we are unbalanced
We don’t get along the way we once did
When we’re together there is a disturbance
From all the ways we find to clash and argue
Discovering the ways we wish to change the other
We are lost amid the jagged edges of opposition
Living within a circle of pure conflict that destroys
Seeing our dreams of shared hope falling to the sidelines
While we reach out to bicker about the color of dewdrops
We fight about the outcome of every argument
Differ more and more as time takes us through history
Will we ever find a way to accept our differing opinions
And get back to the way we once had of balancing joy?
Opinion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
June 24, 2020
N-A re-run 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Entered July 1, 2020
One man standing
What is life
Is it the pains
Is it the love shared
Is the just an emotion
Is it full of failures
What is life
Cos I can't get enough
Is it the challenges
Is it the chances
Is it peace
Is it just to work
Is it brutal
Is it fair
What is life
Cos I can't get enough
One man standing
What is life
Is it just about money
Is it just for the women
Is it just to bleed in confusions
Is it beautiful
Is it ugly
Is it just about information
Is it about just to die
What is life
Cos I can't get enough
Is it about wars
Is it about solutions
Is it about just building
Is it only for Humans
What is life
Cos I can't get enough
And this is not a lie
One man standing
I thought of life
And all I see was
Colours and diversities
I saw the gravities of progress
I saw the unity in the air
I saw freedom without no ties around
I saw nature
I saw the blessings of peace
Despite the fire
I saw the rains of hope
I saw a heaven in our world
I saw the waters the seas the rivers
I saw all given to humanity freely
No wonder I can't get enough of life
Cos my spirit my mind my soul
Related alot to my heart
My heart is my world
It enables me to see the real value
Of life
And now am able to bleed with this
Words of wisdom
Despite I can't get enough of life
Still am a survival
regardless am thankful
And my progression attributes to a
One man standing
Whose mind conceived the borders, Holding life in this space?
Who drew the map correctly without man's mind?
Who filled the vast barn where we all draw sustenance?
Who made the unfathomable seas so deep surpassing our reasoning?
Who held the universe this long without a Pole?
Who formed the life from bowels of mothers?
Who breathe counsel into the minds of man?
Who design these diversities and operations of the cells?
Who commanded the elements, ordering their wheels?
Who made the animals on land so dreary or the species of the sea unknown ?
These galaxies known yet unknown so puzzling
Tell me, Who?
This intelligent designer,
Olodumare.
Olodum is there, not silent
Thank you for my gratitude
I think of all the things you do
I think of all the things I have
I think of all the things I am
I am grateful for every time I’m sad
I am thankful for all the things, even the bad
Happy to have things that make me glad
Glad to have the things that make me mad
The fall, the leaves
All the colors within the trees
The rainy storms
That aren’t as warm
The peace paired with the chaos
Silence amongst the sound
Growth in every struggle
All the things that make this world go round
For all the wonderful opportunities
Leaving heartfelt memories
All of the beautiful families
The unity found in our diversities
I am thankful for my rage and hate
For all of my pain coursing through my veins
The anxious wreck sprouting from my worry
My nervous response that makes me scurry
All the bad that steers me to insanity
Because with all the toxicity and insecurities
That stems from somewhere deep within me
Creates all of my beauties
My resilience, my confidence
And all of my bravery
It is what makes me strong
It is how I find my positivity
I am grateful for every experience
Even the worst ones to have ever had
That is what shapes who I am
And who I have yet to become
So bring on every obstacle you can
Because I will conquer and embrace
Not a single one I’d want to erase
I will accept and learn from every mistake
And no matter what I will not break
Because I look at the life I have today
I see how far I have come since yesterday
I look at all the things I’ve got going for me
And realize I wouldn’t want it any other way
There is not a single thing I wish to change
Because I love everything about today
And that's not possible without all of my yesterdays
November 5 Scripture Meditations Based on 1Corinthians 12-14
Key Verse – 1Corinthians 12:4 Now there are diversities of gifts, but the same Spirit.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BESTOWING TO ME YOUR GIFT
Thank You for bestowing to me Your gift of biblical understanding
For my Scriptures’ wisdom midst knowledge now trending
In studying Your Word toward truthful comprehending
Ultimately enlightening me against sinfulness’ blinding.
Thank You for bestowing to me Your gift of eternal salvation
For my spirit’s quickening midst iniquity-condemnation
In trusting Your grace toward genuine regeneration
Ultimately transforming me against personality’s dysfunction.
Thank You for bestowing to me Your gift of ministerial performance
For my faith’s empowerment midst selfishness and arrogance
In working for Your glory toward worshipful attendance
Ultimately encouraging me against slothfulness’ endurance.
Thank You for bestowing to me Your gift of productive bountifulness
For my provisions’ supply midst crises causing bitterness
In seeking Your will toward fruitful faithfulness
Ultimately guiding me against complaints’ unhappiness.
Thank You for bestowing to me Your gift of blessed contentment
For my satisfaction’s sufficiency midst poverty-detriment
In abiding in Your presence toward divine fulfillment
Ultimately fellowshipping with me against worldliness’ allurement.
Thank You for bestowing to me Your gift of great revival
For my stewardship’s impact midst advancement-upheaval
In exalting Your name toward heavenly approval
Ultimately blessing me against greediness’ interval.
Thank You for bestowing to me Your gift of victorious delight
For my services’ effectiveness midst hardships of trying height
In obeying Your commands toward prayerful plight
Ultimately accompanying me against temptations’ might.
November 5, 2022
BEAUTY INNATE ATMOSPHERE EARTH’S EDEN-COLLABORATION
To exalt admiration;
Freedom grain soils;
Magnetic fascination;
Kin to emancipation;
Father of nature tolls;
Charismatic, elfin, enchanting, fed;
Soil gathered structure particles- ped;
The physical world collectively;
Substance, character, identity;
A connection internal;
Stirs emotions supernal;
The universe, the cosmos, natural forces;
Amidst mankind’s-humanity divorcées;
Alluring the breathtaking beauty of nature;
Temporal placement for all God’s creatures;
Beauty innate the atmosphere, nature is unparalleled;
As we feel deeply compelled;
Provokes intoxication;
Eden gardens diversities natural-nature spells;
AFFINITY WITH NATURE
7/7/19
Placed 3rd in Contest
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Born, slave or free, nobody's property; a "P"(purpose) and a "D'(destiny) are stamped within. Letters they are, but so much more and nevermore to be set aside nor ever erased in me. A human tragedy that began in the far reaches of civilization still remains with little change. "C" words like class, caste, color, cruelty, control, corruption, and confusion are ALL locked deep inside the darkened cave of the heart of man. Kindred kinds or diversities make no difference when ALL are born depraved, deprived, and disconnected from God.
Heaven is ready to forgive and recognize ALL, and whether civil or otherwise, both are lost. In every generation, there have been traces of jubilation that never enabled a halt of human destruction. Stories of hate and warfare, pain and sorrow, line the beaches, caves, and mountainsides. Today shall also pass with broken promises, torn treaties, with more of the same tomorrow.
Oppression appears to be the ultimate obsession that eventually leads to human annihilation. Religions have proven to be little help to the human condition and often have brought more pain. Yearning inside of ALL mankind is that God-implanted longing to belong to the Most High God.
Mankind of ALL stripes, even the enemies of liberty, are longing to be free.
Opportunities throughout the centuries have continued to knock and
neutrality, serving no nullifying purpose, has never been a good option.
Tear down these walls, someone once said, and now they no longer stand.
History only repeats when we refuse to learn the lessons it tries to teach.
Refusing the lessons that history tries to teach leaves us only to weep.
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