Long Earnestly Poems
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The harsh squall of time has snapped all the bonds,
generations don’t connect anymore,
grow as shadeless remote trees in islands,
don’t bloom in kinship garden anymore.
They are stories set in unlinked chapters,
don’t make enjoyable book anymore.
I don’t grasp your language of emotion,
you care the least to earnestly do mine.
If my longing times are for you, yours mine,
we can help the drifting generations
shorten the distance, come a bit closer,
if we try to build a bridge together.
You can cross the bridge and reach my lone heart,
come to my home of collapsing bare walls,
but standing still on foundation of love.
I’ll show you picture of my smiling child,
walking by my side, holding my firm hand,
he doesn’t remember the care it ensured.
I can cross the bridge, travel to your times,
you’ll proudly show me your bedecked new house,
but the windows don’t open to the sky.
You’ll show me picture of your little son,
standing glum by your side, looking away,
not knowing perhaps who you truly are.
Let us try to build a bridge together,
on it I’ll take nostalgic steps forward,
you’ll take nearly forgotten steps backward.
I’ll hold your hands with everlasting love,
as you’ll hold mine with care and compassion.
We’ll get generations linked on the bridge.
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March 4, 2023
Word chosen : Bridge
Syllable count : 10 per line (HMS)
Contest : B-Forms And Words
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
A day, a week, a month, a year,
I've lived it earnestly and with willful cheer;
And thence a darkness settles in,
Mind racing, thoughts raging, no where to begin;
Tethered in my work, my job is all I've got,
I work hard through all the seasons, weathering the cold and hot;
It keeps my mind sharp, and my body just keeps going,
And still my heart continues to have faith in the all knowing;
I pray to Him each day with hopes someone will come,
Into my life, be it, family, friend, or chum;
My body breaking down, my pain I cannot endure,
Yet I still continue working, although I am so sore;
I celebrate the victory that I made it through the day,
With generous libations to ease the pain and help me wane away;
And thence I sit and ponder why no one reaches out,
Especially those i reared and showed what life's about;
Continuing to numb myself, body, mind, and heart,
I continue to be fearful that again I will need to start;
Bordering the verge of losing all of it,
My thoughts turn more dark and I move towards the abyss;
The feeling growing stronger, I am so on the verge,
To meld my empty life, I want to be submerged;
Into the ground cold, damp, I want restful sleep at last,
So no more pain and sadness when my life has finally passed;
So i muster up the courage to call for help to me,
So that maybe I will wake up with hope that I will see;
So it brought me to this place where others followed suit,
And we all began connecting as if these thoughts were moot;
Each day we gathered round and convaleced and ate,
And the time that we would share would make us all feel great;
It brought us to a higher plane, and reminded us of our worth,
And when it would be over we would all have a new birth;
These people i do speak of have helped me to recoup,
So this is what i call them: my healing, my friends, My Group!
Only God and prayer can heal it:
The dreadful wound your loss has made.
Find thankfulness and never quit;
Remember to give thanks today.
When melancholy cords arise
Cast dissonance far, far away
Let gratefulness revive your eyes;
Remember to give thanks today.
If you still have someone to love
And a place where a bed is made
You have more than enough thereof;
Remember to give thanks today.
If you have friends that never left
Someone to help you on your way
Thank God of these you’re not bereft
Remember to give thanks today.
If pain can cease for a moment
Use the time to earnestly pray
Too many tears spent in lament
Remember to give thanks today.
Mary had a flock of sheep but just one was a ram
She also had a giving nature… and a brand new pram
Mary tries so earnestly to tend her grazing flock
Not so easy since the day she slipped out of her frock
Her boyfriend like a Navy Seal was in and out post haste
And she was left so unfulfilled, her virtue gone to waste
She stood her ground and watched her sheep until she grew so tired
She dozed off while she watched her ram do what her ewes desired
She woke up when an evening chill had given her a shiver
And nine months on a midwife had a baby to deliver
So now she sleeps on duty; tired from tending child and ewes
Her nightmares feature needy sheep and children stood in queues
The guilt she feels for sleeping while she should be tending sheep
Is worsened for she has a child to watch unlike Bo Peep
She stood up and she checked her bairn like any decent Ma
Her bairn, so sweet, gave her a smile and made a little Baaaaa!
*
But then a shadow blocked the sky and Mary woke for real
She saw the farmer’s gorgeous son and made a little squeal
Mary told her baby, “Shh,” and double checked her flock
And as the sun went down again she slipped out of her frock
Very easy
Easy to be thankful when things are pleasing
So fidgety
When nothing goes as planned and life seems overwhelming
More shaky
In difficult days when you can't seem to do the right thing
Extra huffy
When lacks the right attitude or pray the right words while in sin
Flightly tip
Thankfulness and gratitude are not easy on those days
Truncate trip
They are even more important than when nothing delays your goodness
Be unique
When alone or lost
Be oblige
When you know you are not
Don't brag
Truly God is always with you
Cancel shrug
Misused grace is a sin too
May ravage
From direction you have no clue
Get wedge
To almighty then no need to struggle
Have mercy
When I struggle with my human nature
Share sympathy
While earnestly I get astray embracing culture
Release pity
When your dictates demand me torture
Behold fealty
Lord, I know not my future
If I had not seen the sulfur-yellow back-hoe
roll past my window;
far, far too early this morning;
I would have assumed the jack-hammer;
pounding in my head;
was the product of a usual night;
Jack Daniels on a payday,
a bottle - or two, of cheap tequila on all others.
I stagger painfully to the window
observing the infernal machine scraping;
clawing, scraping away layer by layer.
Digging up the past; as earnestly
as I spend every lonely night trying to bury it.
No jack-hammers are required
to excavate my nasty piece of real estate.
No sir, leave it be,
and things rise to the surface;
all by themselves.
If you let them.
This or That, Vol 4 Poetry Contest "An Excavation"
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Date wrote: 02-July-2021
Take me under your wing and recite me a lullaby
In the darkness I want to feel you pervading my every being
To listen to your heart beat along with mine
To caress your heart in my shivering hands
Please understand your heart is purer than mine
I can never withstand what your power is doing
As I beg you to allow me to kneel at your feet
To kiss and dangle in your modesty and honesty
There is no one to reside but you and me
In this dimming labyrinth of courtesy
I await you every day of my life
To hear your mere words slide from your royal lips
To hear you speak and to feel your touch
I would throw out very last inch of me
Just to have you here with me
What more could life have in store
For a girl like me, never to be adored
It is with tears that I beg you
To see me now earnestly longing you
I stumble on useless words of filth
Just to fall into your arms
I’m trying to escape these verses
They are tearing me apart and catapulting me far
My prince, please don’t leave me here
Inside the light of rigorous poetry
Kill me in hate or love me in this state
And free me from this prison
Recite me a sweet resonate lullaby
Let me rest in your bosom forever
And if my lashes turn up to you
May your majestic features only hold a smile
Virtues of reverent past no longer rhyme
With sense of now rushing through time
As troubled voice shudders in forlorn sigh
While remnants of yore earnestly decry
Vigor of life passing by, smiles gone awry,
Powerless to console tribulations of outcry.
Bankrupt of morality, of goodwill sublime,
Arresting freedoms, restricting path of life,
Streets and communities riddled in crime,
Echo bawl of grief, wailing indignance rife,
Imposed on tranquility perturbed in strife,
Since bells, benevolent, ceased to chime.
Sadness and anguish relentlessly bemoan
In solitude of feelings ~ impassive, all alone,
Dwelling in remorse, as memories replay
Friendships and kinships now gone astray;
Searching explanation, struggling to cope,
Saying a prayer, longing blessings of hope.
February 10, 2023
Placed 1st: Acquaintance and Neighborhood Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Soto Poet
Dear God,
Thank you so much for making me your child through my faith in Jesus Christ, my Saviour and Lord... Keep me always trusting You, and living for You by Your grace, along Your power, and for Your glory.
As God's saved child, perseverant am I to love the Lord earnestly
Always thankful for the privilege to be cared by Him unconditionally...
With sweet favour to grow midst divine nature, enjoying provisions constantly
I render obediently my utmost to Him willingly!
As God's servant, striving am I to become better and more faithful
Always humbled by His grace, awesomely wonderful...
With granted inheritance so rich and full
I fulfill blissfully His assigned roles which are indeed purposeful!
As God’s steward*, persistent am I to practice essence of sacrificing
Always glad as recipient of His marvelous blessing...
With heavenly wealth possessing midst transformation-processing
I labour cheerfully for His work, spiritually advancing!
As God’s student, teachable am I to learn from the Scriptures
Always ready to follow biblical procedures of perfect wisdom-features...
With prudent warnings against worldly vultures
I invest wholeheartedly for eternal treasures in my reaching-out ventures!
As God's soldier, courageous am I to claim jubilant victory
Always prepared as commissioned to proclaim Christ's Gospel story...
With truth and mercy that combat hell's misery
I share diligently His peace for others' redemption toward heaven's glory!
As God’s strengthened prayer warrior, consistent am I to trust His might
Always blessed in expressing my supplications in fellowship delight...
With faith that pleases the Almighty along fervent intercession delight
I seek sincerely His approval while surmounting unbelief's blight!
As God's settled believer, repentant am I to confess my transgression
Always grateful for pardon that cleanses iniquities toward sanctification...
With His kindness to forgive my admitted sins and errors by His compassion
I live wholly for my Lord Who does the best for me midst His preservation!
*1Corinthians 4:1 Let a man so account of us, as of the ministers of Christ, and stewards of the mysteries of God.
April 15, 2018
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No one can ignore your value.
You're the reason why there's
light in front of me.
My eyes can see in the dark,
But your clear zeal to replace the
shadow by your little love all the
more ignites my desire to take
care of you.
One night, while I carefully lay
you by my side,I accidentally let
you fall.
Fear has suddenly let me rise up
from bed.
I earnestly look to find you,
Under the bed,
Somewhere in the table, in other
corners where we often see each
other,
And in the piles of reading
materials that we always share.
At last I've found you.
You're in between the pages of my favorite book,
Pinned.
Broken.
Maybe I did not notice that I left
you there,
In my excessive eagerness to
keep you safe,
Hoping that nothing can ever
harm you.
I temporarily store you,
So that when we meet again
someday, you're still the same as
before.