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I’m going to sea in a blueberry boat
my only concern is…..if it will float
down the quick stream ……into the moat
The sea is skim milk….don’t ask me why
a cheerio sun hangs high in the sky
and rock dwelling Skittles can’t fly…..but they try.
That tyrannical pirate….the Captain of Crunch
uses sugar and honey to urge his wild bunch
to stay in their seats…..raging seas afore lunch.
Thus with a slurping…… an eddying gulp
in the maw of a monster…..chewed to a pulp
I flow with the surge heading straight to the gulf.
©9.13/2019
Welcome to my random world Poetry Contest
Nina Parmenter sponsor
All is beautiful on this Christmas Eve in my neighbourhood,
bright colored lights are flickering on many a lovely house,
charming and enchanting- it seems a fairyland to me.
Delicate, fragile snowflakes are falling as I hesitate here and there,
engrossed in the beauty, as snow caresses my hair, and I
feel a glow growing within me on this Christmas Eve.
Good thoughts are flowing and I imagine a baby born,
heavenly visions of a bright guiding star, and I am full of
inner peace, as I walk the still snowy streets.
Joy and happiness dwells beyond the doors of these homes, and I hope,
kindness that abounds at Christmastime will last, for it is
love that I think Christmas is all about.
Magically memories come drifting and I find myself smiling,
never will I forget those memories I see in my mind,
open-hearted I share my happiness and sorrow, it drips from my pen.
Peaceful, oh so peaceful is my wintery walk this December night, the
quietness is so deep, that I can hear the snow falling on the bare trees,
respect is what I have for nature that can change from beautiful.
Serene and lovely quickly is changing to a scene dangerous,
tranquil snow has turned into a winter blizzard with wild wind,
utterly amazed, I stand in the swirling snow wondering which way to go-
Vibrant the lights of a snow draped dwelling before me ,oh
wonderful the Christmas music floating in the cold, crisp air,and
xerox copies of songs twirl past and I try to grasp them.
Yes, oh yes, this is my destination, all lit up and welcoming me inside, and
zestfully- I run up the path and fling open the church door.
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December 24, 2015
Poetry/Abecedarian/"Christmas Beauty"
Copyright Protected, ID 15- 859-852-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
and in my dream- I find myself in a lush forest
dripping wet with life, steamy and sultry
I am one with nature and with the aqua drifting water
Oh, the soft moss and the wet lime ferns
I float in tranquility and beneath me water reeds grow, swaying
so many hues of greens and colors dwelling in harmony
juniper, sage, olive, blue, pine . . .
emerald green of a little frog and dark brown of a crocodile
small yellow little fish kiss my toes- a lovely fushia flower
an orange snake slithers, a fluttering purple butterfly
a blue birds sings sweetly- green twining vines
meandering in the dark foliage, my sage eyes whisper
come fall into the lush depths with me, I will take you to a world full of
utter peace where all beautiful shades of nature mingle and entwine.
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Contest 231
Second Place
Cool and crisp eve lighted by exposed stars
A nearly full moon; a quiet that's ours
Through dark bare limbs of silhouetted oak
Moments shared thinking of our time to part
Will the hands of midnight be soon to stroke
And one of us will wear the mourning cloak?
Alas, my night love let's together depart
To the Son lit city by His call envoked
Our night love flowing from an open heart
Let's enter our night that work of love's art
Come into the twilight let's slowly walk
Into night's dwelling never to depart
Finis' interlocking
Rubaiyat form..
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: Into Night's Dwelling
Written January 13, 2014
Poet: Sara Kendrick
October 30 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Romans 7-8
Key Verse – Romans 7:25 I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord. So then with the mind I myself serve the law of God; but with the flesh the law of sin.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SERVICE-POWER
Lord God, You are my service Power by Your granted freedom
Thank You for loosing me from my bondage and sin-caused boredom
While nurturing my faith along Scriptural Christendom for Your kingdom---
Help me overcome temptations with Your wisdom.
Lord God, You are my service Power by Your endowed deliverance
Thank You for rescuing me from deadly concupiscence and its fatal appearance
While reviving my prayerfulness with Your life-ordaining assurance---
Help me fight carnality by spirituality’s endurance.
Lord God, You are my service Power by Your guided consent
Thank You for dwelling in me so in Your will I’ll always be present
While delighting my heart with Your goodness that’s never absent---
Help me triumph over failure which I grievously dissent.
Lord God, You are my service Power by Your Holy Spirit
Thank You for acquitting me from condemnation in hell’s fiery pit
While saving my soul, allowing me to pass against enmity’s exit---
Help me follow Your steps along Your leadership-wit.
Lord God, You are my service Power by Your imputed righteousness
Thank You for sanctifying me from transgressions’ worthlessness
While renewing my mind to meditate about Your graciousness---
Help me share Your Gospel marked by Your lovingkindness.
Lord God, You are my service Power by Your revealed glory
Thank You for directing me toward paths of liberty’s victory
While healing my iniquity-wounds brought by unbelief’s worry---
Help me trust Your Word against infirmity’s misery.
Lord God, You are my service Power by Your unfailing intercession
Thank You for enclosing me around Your prevailing compassion
While firing my devotion in seeking for heavenly vision---
Help me abide in Your counsel of steadfast Biblical persuasion.
October 30, 2023
An elderly black man with a head of grey hair,
Loyal to the farmland he worked but did not own,
In a time when law and justice’s scales were not fair,
Had been that way long before he was even born.
Never had a home or dwelling that he could own,
Didn’t have a bank account or savings to his name,
But had pearls of godly wisdom gained through years gone,
That could have help society repent its shame.
Always told that he was not even second class,
Forbidden to prove that he was a man of worth,
Never able to escape slavery’s vile pass,
Told that he was the inferior of the earth.
Through hundreds of years in the cauldron of defeat,
And suffering much abuse and hostile rebuke,
Those of color are still crying out to be free,
From the chronic dominance of white culture’s boot.
The old black man of yore with head covered with grey,
Symbol of the time in slavery’s hellish grip,
Struggling each day to find an everlasting way,
To be free from sagas of infernal slave ships.
His ancestral family tree he could not name,
Through the years of abject bondage and auction stands,
They were slaves of powerful money-driven men,
Who spurned ethics and brought slavery to this land.
A great hope, “Free at last, thank God, I’m free at last”,
But came too late for the old grey-headed black man,
And it’s true to a prodigious measure of fact,
That lawful freedom should offer a welcome hand.
‘til all in this land called America are free,
No matter race, color or nationality,
All will be confined by slavery’s evil deeds,
For enslaving others is low depravity.
Until each one in the nation is free at last,
When we are finally one as “We the people”,
We’ll live under slavery’s pall of the past,
Can’t escape this ill fate until all are equal.
Pray for the long-awaited day that will declare,
We’re united in freedom’s just and moral quest,
Only then will the old black man with the grey hair,
At long last, can have real peace and eternal rest.
Early days of childhood were carefree
Our joyous centred presence frolicked in play
Then we grew up and bound ourself to a mind tree
Tail began wagging the dog when desires held sway
A self-centred stance made our heart contract
In the labyrinth of life, we had lost our way
The joy heart sought, we clearly lacked
So one day we decided to change our routine
Internalising attention and forging with love a pact
Dwelling oft in silence, we regained our soul’s sheen
Bliss magnetism filled us as soundless thunder
Our sinful heart was now pure and clean
Deeming all souls one and none asunder
In thought rested awareness we were at peace
Regaining lost pristine innocence, a magical wonder
Life is a gift from God, we’ve taken on a short lease ~
Be assured on surrender, our inner joy will increase
30-January-2023
Finding Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Were there no mountains, valley dwelling would be a chore,
And were there no dichotomies, life would be a big bore.
The long standing definition of dilemma has always
Involved at least two problematic situations in which
We are compelled to choose, but the word has come to be
Acceptable with having a single matter of complexity or quandary.
our lives are paved with beauty and puzzled by challenge.
We welcome the beauty with open arms, but challenges
Sometime come with pain that forces us to fold our arms.
Through battle scars and falling stars, our lives have been
captured and embraced by contentment, but are presently
being called upon to pursue an alternate course. And we are
Compelled to confront the dichotomy to which We are totally
Opposed.
You have found satisfaction in your present status and place of abode,
But your sense of tranquility and peace is being tested and challenged.
I suspect such a description befits the journey of many a Christian pilgrim
Will your response be yes or no; should I go or should I stay?
Yes, we are meditating and praying, seeking answers to this our dilemma,
but still we are conflicted because we are opposed to such changes.
There is nothing within us so inclined to dismantle our present state.
No, we do not see a fork in the road but rather a road yet unpaved on
Which we have neither a desire to travel nor a vision for such a pathway.
It is not answers from others for which we are seeking, because we
Realize it is a matter for which we alone must face and come to
terms, but we often find a sense of ease by simply sharing our dilemmas.
And there is an added sense of solace if we are able to express it in words.
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The crimson sun still up
as she woefully walks
in an abandoned rustic railways;
Her feet ~ as heavy as the stale steel rails
almost buried in forgotten soil;
Her hands as cold as tombstone plate
whilst holding a gun on her left hand~
She grips a quill pen
to write the obscure death
of the man in blue suit~
and the deaths of twelve passengers
still unsolved...
She was here some decades ago~
aboard in an old steam train
The memory of that macabre ride
haunted her for thousand days and nights.
She writes in scarlet ink
on a bloodstained scroll
that says like this:
" To all the victims who died here,
I lay my hands before this forgotten railway
and the weeping willows as my witness;
I never thought too much love would kill.
I killed my beloved man in blue suit,
the driver of that tortuous train journey...
Yes I killed him to save the three million people
dwelling on the final station;
Using the twelve infected people,
He was sent to spread that virus
that he thought would change the world.
I didn't understand till now~
Yes, I killed him with a silencer
and unlocked that explosive weapon
before it reached its final destination.
But I was spared~
not the twelve people;
Now, with this gun I’ll give justice
to all people who died here
by killing the undersigned murderer.
Till death,
Anonymous ”.
The gun silently flicks
pointing her head~
Darks clouds hide the day
as her blood flows
on the thirsty ground.
1 May 2021
Modified for “ Guns Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
11th place
Eyes of the ancients, wise and unchanging,
Silken strands fall and flow upon the warmth of the thriving lines of youth.
The warmth of life and love abounding an soaring with the four winds,
And the remembrance of old wounds healed but not forgotten,
For the heart hides all from the world, though one may still see within.
Emotions and memories untamed, burning passions and desires take flight beyond the heavens,
Though the soul remains unyielding, unwaning, caught in the trap of time and yet immortality.
A childs laughter breaks the darkness and the world awakens to the beating of a yearning heart,
And the future is laid before you without hinderance, caught up in the wild abandonment of your fear.
Earthly shackles are thus loosed from a loving hopeful spirit; that of which no man or God holds sway.
For your soul is that of the untamed, restless essence of shalott and aphrodite, endless as the burning depths of the sun,
Though this heart be tender, she is not scathed or tormented by the demons of her yesteryears; they are crushed beneath her silhouette,
To find love and hold on until death; unto the childs smile she remains steadfast; she is an ancient goddess of the world unknown,
You, who are without need of mortal man, that you may find your joy within the grasp of the time laid before you,
You, who were, are still, and will remain the rock, the lover, friend, mother, daughter, without ceasing and abounding in love as vast as the sea,
And shall be forever beneath the stars dwelling among humanity until the end of time.