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Two by two,
They went in,
Male and female alike,
They needed to bond,
Increase in number,
From the least to the greatest,
From the smallest to the largest,
In their kind, specie and class,
Noah’s list included all,
He was given the dimensions,
The ark needed to carry them,
In twos and their types,
Until the windows of heaven were shut,
Until the floods abated,
It was a lavish fountain flow,
Heaven's tears for man's rebellion,
Only Noah’s family found pride in place,
They would begin a new world,
They would be forerunners of a new system,
The deluge inside of me,
A part of me is submerged,
I’m in anticipation of dry grounds,
I’m in earnest of a new world,
Where troubles, chaos and
anarchy sheath their swords,
My heart, my ark,
Not the size of Noah’s,
But could carry as much,
In search of a safe harbour.
'Tis Halloween again, the economy is bad and lots of folks are outta work!
I'm gonna reverse this trick or treat racket, tho' some may think me quite a jerk!
Normally, hordes of kids come bangin' on my door pleadin', "Fill my tote!"
But this year I'm gonna dress like a bum and from behind my mask I'll gloat!
I'll tote a huge burlap bag and park my Cadillac so as to be discreet,
And march down every street in this fair city pleadin' fer things to eat!
I hope they'll pity this poor old tramp when I make my earnest plea,
And that they'll be more than generous and not call the law on me!
My spiel will go somethin' like this: "Won't you help a destitute family,
That is goin' through hard times facin' problems we could not foresee?
All I'm askin' of you is a few taters, maybe a can of corn or peas.
Anything would be appreciated and may God bless you if He please!"
After I make the rounds and arrive home to sort through my ill-gotten loot,
Of soups, ramen noodles, crackers, lima beans and assorted fruit,
I'll put it all back in the burlap bag and deliver it to a needy charity,
Than I'll scurry home to hand out treats to the little imps who call on me!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Tied for No. l in Russell Sivey's "Halloween Fun" Contest - October 2011
Propelled to accomplish my heart’s desire
through God with His wisdom that does inspire
I thank Him for granting great fulfillment
enabling me to write till I retire.
As church resident poet, by Christ’s grace
called to publish* His wondrous perfect ways
testifying of His love’s opulence
I’m grateful for His truth-anchoring brace.
Yearning constantly for gracious milestone
my steps ascend toward achievement zone
while I trust the Lord, my sovereign Guide
leading me to higher ground where I’ve grown.
In my bucket list of prayer quests zest
there’s one already answered, and I’m blest
since poems are now posted on global site**
edifying fellows midst faith earnest.
With this privilege of stirring God’s gift
striving to offer others divine lift
my spirit basks in worship’s peaceful bliss
expressing freedom of soul midst praise drift.
*Deuteronomy 32:3 Because I will publish the name of the LORD: ascribe ye greatness unto our God.
**Poetry Soup
November 20, 2020
1st place, "What Have You Kicked Off On Your Bucket List" Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 12/5/2020.
Devotion, godly victorious, participates in earnest discipleship
Submitting to the Scriptures’ divine instruction
Enjoying the Saviour’s compassion in Great Commission-fulfillment.
Victorious devoutness to the Lord ministers through His power
Labouring in His vineyard with blessings' diligence
While following the Master’s steps, abiding in His fellowship.
Commitment to Christ, triumphantly* at work, serves whatever the cost
Offering to God wholeheartedly midst sacrifice-willingness
Praising worshipfully, assured of eternal life’s glory.
*Psalm 106:47 …O LORD our God, … gather us… to give thanks unto thy holy name, and to triumph in thy praise.
August 15, 2019
For Nothing
Take a tower built of sorrow;
Let it crumble to the ground.
Build a dream from out the fragments;
Soon the dream will tumble down.
Live a lifetime, work and wonder.
If you're doing what you ought;
But to find when it is over,
That your striving was for naught.
Mold a dream to make life brighter.
Build a hiding place of song.
Live on dreams and on the morrow;
When you awaken all is gone.
You can't hide the darkness;
Though it's shrouded in the light.
Blow the flame from out the candle.
Then breaks reality of night.
Life is urgent, life is earnest;
We have God alone to trust
Though our dreams may fall around us,
Though our treasure ruin and rust.
What can
will be put to rest,
but each New Year
is a history
of our old – predilections
governing the heart and soul
of man...a nest of cupids and
demons~ bearing the scars and
wrinkles of all that has passed
Let not the flares of celebration,
our grand fireworks, ever brighter,
ever higher,
be rehearsals for wars
ever costlier, ever fierier –
with the New Dawn awakening
let our hearts and minds rise united,
hopeful, with determination
to do better, put on display the good
man is capable of, absent the lust for
power over weaker others, made manifest
by violence and evil deceit.
Let fellowship and Love
no longer have to bear the burdens of
a tormented soul, led into darkness,
by the lies of politicians and their
bought-and-paid-for networks of
division, keeping societies troubled
and hungry, that they may be imprisoned
like helpless sheep in sparse pastures,
penned by dark barbs of fear.
Let not Christ’s suffering be for naught,
and our Heavenly Father’s
blessed loyalty to his fallen man’s
redemption, become a lost sacred dream
of unification forsaken --
Let this day of New Light appealing,
Blessed Energy radiating, be the dawn of
man’s freedom reclaimed, that he will try in
earnest to reform, drying the eyes of Guardian
Angels, who watch over us, yet having
faith in their mission of protection with proliferation
of Divine love eternally –
Happy New Year!
Great is God Almighty*, deserving mankind’s alleluia
Redeeming, restoring, and reviving the trusting soul
Assuring everlasting security with His salvation-balm
Compassionately caring; approving my earnest Merci
Inspiring along instructions as indeed divine blessing
Opening opportunities toward service marked by faith
Upholding ... while drawing me lovingly nigh His heart
Steadfastly cheering my spirit to abide in Him serenely
*Psalms 91:1-2 1He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.
July 3, 2024
1st place "Double Double Words To Bubble 2" Acrostic Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 7/6/2024
Musings Of Rimi...A Versatile writer
I do have huge intrest in high talent mgt'
I do still pen whether am wrong or right
I still do love a 'tad' too deeply even now
I still aspire to reach for the stars so now
I will scribble with a dream to make it now
I do still know to make it kaa 'msaanii si' easy
I do as of yet know they will one day recognise
I do so know this brilliant ink is going places
I do love to hold anatha artist hand in earnest
I do aspire to inspire and show 'em' the ropes
I do pray my writing touches the souls of many
I do aspire to inspire people of my generation
Into a great future as envisioned thru my lens
I a versatile artist ever yearning to try new stuff
I still do believe in my artistic ink which I believe
Is my God given vehicle that bringeth change
It is the way I offer leadership 'n' share my intution
It is the way I share my insights and vivid visions
It is in penning that I reach deep and free my wings
It is when penning that I create doorways to worlds
It is how the portals to new and exiting realms open
When I potray an idea to my best pefect of notion
It is when my soul waters are still and I find peace
It is thru' Versatility in approach mine musings call
It is a call I endevour to remain faithful to till 4Ever
It is with thanks giving am penning off - Am thankful
#K-Rimi_Msanii_Code254
#iLeki
#Mzawa_Asahel_Kir' .."for so God has willed it".
(Msanii means an artist in Swahili)
To fly away to the celestial,
To spread my wings in the untroubled skies,
To find a home in a serene place,
Away from the turbulence gnawing at my mind.
To fly to a place where the night doesn't beckon,
To spread my wings in a realm bathed in light,
A place where I don’t wade through murky waters,
A place where I am embraced by the glory of each new day.
To fly to Eden,
A place where the incorruptible are like sprouting seeds.
A place where the fruits of the trees bestow youthfulness and vitality,
A place where the soft murmurs of the rivers unveil mysteries—
An Eden where darkness is kept at bay for the souls of its inhabitants.
To fly to a place where I can sit at the feet of the sages,
A place where I can drink from the rivers of wisdom,
A place where a hand is always there to hold and guide me.
Flying to a realm of perpetual peace and tranquillity is my earnest desire.
May 6, 2025.
Facing God, Assessor so great
my soul wrestles for earnest plight
midst battle for achievement flight
as I confess my undone* state.
Despite grievous sorrow and pain
my heart seeks the Lord Who makes whole
fixing glitches of undone role
toward wondrous thanksgiving gain.
Upon Christ’s inviting altar
I lay my undone goals with hope
begging for help so I can cope
since He’s my Rock of Gibraltar.
Trusting the Almighty for grace
against torture of being undone
so that good success could be won
I fix my faith to His truth’s brace.
Now, anchored by the Saviour’s stand
my spirit claims victory seal
assured of His miracles' deal
that I’ve done my best by His hand.
*Isaiah 6:5 Then said I, Woe is me! for I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips: for mine eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts.
January 23, 2024
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol. 41" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 2/9/2024