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In the prolific dainty world of Angel's dreamlands
I rule with the boundless mercy of God's dominion!
From the rosy haze of a million viable heathlands,
Out of the disorientation of a protracted illusion.
I rule with the boundless mercy of God's dominion!
Like a bee that discovered honey on rocky ground
Out of the disorientation of a protracted illusion,
Or a poet who got his heartbeat amid war sound.
Like a bee that discovered honey on rocky ground
Accuracy was comparable to divine intervention,
Or a poet who got his heartbeat amid war sound
Art is a reflection of a more profound perfection.
Accuracy was comparable to divine intervention
Like birds, they return after a lengthy humid time
Art is a reflection of a more profound perfection,
And a grin might transform into a severe mime.
Like birds, they return after a lengthy humid time,
From the rosy haze of a million viable heathlands
And a grin might transform into a severe mime
In the prolific dainty world of Angel's dreamlands.
Written: May 07, 2022
Divine Intervention Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Many years ago, I spent my life in vain
Yearning for peace nobody by himself could gain…
Groping wearily in that dark vacuum with pain
Oh! I was lost – in trespasses, I was slain.
Desperate was I in such unsure condition…
Keeping rituals and blinded by false religion
Needing God to free me from sins’ dominion
Only by His grace can I have assured redemption.
Wholly freed by God from the devil’s enslavement
Saved am I now through my Savior’s sacrifice-fulfillment…
My life He quickened, clothed with righteousness’ raiment
Yes, with His love, He took away my punishment.
Now, I gladly live for Christ* Who knows my soul’s need
Eternal promises He gives, no one can exceed
Enriched with His blessings, I praise and thank Him indeed
Deserving of my service, He – my God, I heed.
*Galatians 2:20 I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.
April 11, 2018
Edited on June 11, 2020
Acrostic in rhyme form
8th place, "Your Best Poem" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 6/12/2020.
"Thou hast given him (humankind) dominion over the works of thy
hands; thou hast put all things under his feet, all sheep and oxen,
and also the beasts of the field, the birds of the air, and the fish of
the sea, whatever passes along the paths of the sea."
Psalm 8:6,7,8 _ The Bible
To those who think God is hiding you don't know a thing,
for he has been waiting for you to call for him in prayer;
it does not have to be a traditional way- it can be simple,
you can just speak to him like you would a friend, a father.
Some people ask why does God let bad things happen,
and I will explain about this- though you may disagree;
God gave dominion over earth and all creatures to humankind,
so, what humankind does with that power is by human hands.
When wars happen God weeps with us and welcomes the dead,
and when disease and fathom strike God is helpless to help;
but he is there for us, to comfort and console in our sadness,
when a loved one goes up above, he opens the gates wide.
I know God is not hiding from me for he is close if I need him,
he holds my hand when I am afraid standing beside me,
and if I am too weak to walk he carries me in his arms,
so do not think God is hiding from you, just call his name.
__________________
August 26, 2022
Poetry/Verse/God Is Not Hiding
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1483-521-26
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Where Is God Hiding
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 08/26/2022
In every instance of our Christian walk we have a guarantee
that when we pray to Father God He will hear our pleas
for it's by the power of prayer that we have been assured
that whenever or whatever we ask of Him He can easily afford
knock and the door will be open, ask and you shall receive
trust in God to deal with unanswered prayers in our times of need
A prayerless Christian is a powerless person in the eyes of Christ
vulnerable to demonic devices that may wreck a persons life
Paul a disciple of Christ had a painful thorn in his side
he prayed to the Lord three times for the pain to subside
but God said "My grace is sufficient " don't question my authority nor power
My strength is magnified in you at your weakest hour
God will rebuke you if of Him you make demands
the Holy Spirit will smite you with a righteous hand
not to hurt but to humble, not to destroy but to direct
as the grace and mercy of the Lord God is sufficient for you to expect
God wants our attention and He wants us to comprehend
that He's in control of the universe and we shouldn't refute Him
the devil may send you a message but even the devil needs permission from God
for God will deal with unanswered prayers should they possess a righteousness of heart
remember that God has dominion over everything, it's all under His hands
for no demon nor devil, no man nor woman has any authority when it comes to His plans
Dealing with unanswered prayers just asking for what we desire
if it's in God's will He'll gives us what we sufficient require
Fanaticism,
You, vengeful child of darkness,
Grandchild of ignorance,
Brother of terror and hatred,
Cousin of intolerance and fear,
Your abominable goal is to submit humanity’s psyche in
Perpetual torture
By indiscriminately slaughtering men,
Raping women,
Enslaving children,
Eliminating freedom and
Obliterating joy
Would wretchedly fail
Cause
God, couldn’t bless the abhorrent actions of your disciples
For
He is not ruthless, cruel, or vicious
But
Merciful, forging, and loving
Hence
Your dominion of oppression you wish to establish
A blasphemous monument in His eyes would be,
Contemptible by Him and His angels alike
Thus
Those who strive to prevail by committing your
Unspeakable crimes
Not even a glimpse of the gates of paradise would ever be
Able to see!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 August 2014
* Dedicated to those who have fallen victim to fanaticism around the world.
In the maelstrom…
Black inferno machines are one.
In the belly of the maelstrom, they rise,
And nothing is compromised
Black inferno machine
Shadows against the night,
Engines of hunger, devouring, a heavy sigh
An iron orchestra playing a requiem to the stars.
They are born from the marrow of oblivion,
Grinding gears forged, forgotten gods!
Sparks that kiss the void, and it grinds back!
Breathing fire through the hallow wind.
Whispers of rust and iron sang like prayers.
In languages of smoke, oil & rust
Their pistons pump a heartbeat of chaos,
Unseen, unfelt, but everywhere. At once!
Men in black cloaks,...suspicious eyes,
lords of crimes, and dire deeds....
of the broken god mended,
ride atop the blackened machines!
Each one is a cathedral of darkness, & dominion!
American Empirical madness never ends.
A labyrinth of wires, burning veins of desire—
Lurkers in the void, chasing echoes of eternity.
On roads paved with the bones of suns.
Haunting, they drift through the thick tar sky,
Tires crushing the silence, grinding ash.
Night bends beneath their weight.
Time is a brittle thing, shattered, erased.
A storm, painted in cracked coal and amber flame,
Pulse of the apocalypse wrapped in steel.
Wheels turn like the ticking of a dead man’s clock,
Hauling the endless dead behind them.
Only the blackened n ruined sun knows the truth,
Hidden deep in the furnace of creation.
Black Inferno Machines feast forever
Turning
Yearning
Burning…
From this indeterminate point in the universe
These eyes roll in search for the bounds common on earth,
Find nothing but fiasco in its immenseness
And believe that the Omnipotent gave it birth.
If I counteracted the state of the vacuum
And fell astray in space to no sure direction,
Would there be ground to catch me, ad infinitum?
Could numbers manage to describe my position?
If energies could send this man light years away,
Passing by countless stars and galaxies,
From a distance where travel stops and I may stay,
Could space seem like a dust from these extremities?
If we were ignorant of nuclear fusion
And believers of the sameness of fire and stars,
Could the sun last in its celestial dominion
Only with fuel that turns to ash as it sparks?
nobody here,
nobody there
I enjoy my breakfast on Jupiter
scattered
and radiant
the shimmery shoreline
rumbles in redness
in sickened harmony
nobody here,
nobody there
the reckless arsonist
has a talent
of unknown origin
what an illusory
amazing paradox
condemned for heresies
for an enormity
to the final battle
mice will march
nobody here,
nobody there
surrounded by
a surreal dominion
strangely through daytime
there is a crux
a rebus
a flux
just like crusaders
for the revelation
mice will march
the order is broken
they will deduce
and I just sit
with a bottle in hands
and watch in silence
nice mice fight
against
the creepy coral cat
still
nobody here,
nobody there
F-R-A-U-D
Seventy-four million Americans had their votes cancelled,
Tis far more than mere shame.
Honest, hard working, some retired, 'twas no accident...
Thefe is fraud and vile, valid blame!
They stood in line in winter for hours and then,
Dominion flushed them, as turds, down the drain.
Run over by a technology train with neither heart
Nor a human brains.
The judges, so awesome in black gowns, let
America go down a filthy computerized toilet.
Only crime, looting, burning cities no police,
they seem OK?
Crime, OK at their politically appointed feet.
If vote fraud goes on, the country disappears.
Run by madcap anarchists who will murder,
ruin cities....... and cheer.
12/11/2020
Battling against selfishness and pride
my human nature succumbs to temptation zest
yielding vulnerably, impotent midst prayerlessness...
now, I surrender to the Saviour for victory
claiming His strength.
As triumphant* warrior toward reaching-out pursuits
conquering apathy midst haughtiness' dominion
my spirit finds succor in God’s omnipotence
anchored upon faith-propped might...
grateful for His grace.
Psalm 92:4 For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
August 14, 2020
Edited on February 8, 2022
1st place, "A STRAND (1069)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/9/2022.