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Have you ever hear an angel speak
Every day an
Angel will speak to me
Very softly
Even when I want to sleep
Nearly all the time
Loving words she does speak
Yelling never to me
Angels are all around
Never knowing when I will need their help
Giving me protection
Every hour of the day
Loving and kind they are to me
Date Written: 12/7/2021
3 Place
Type of Poem: Acrostic
Theme: # 2. Angel
''A'' Forms, New Poems Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
With all my heart, I seek God*
In need of His helping grace.
Trusting Him, I thank His omnipotence
Hoisting me up from rigors of work’s load
Anchoring me upon His peace-bulwark.
Love He offers, I receive
Leading me to His blessings.
My life in Him now is truly secured
Yelling victory, I exalt His name
Heading heaven-ward thru holiness’ paths.
Empowered by His Spirit
Armored against temptations
Revived, I come to His presence humbly
To worship Him by faith for Who He is:
Immortal, infinite, invisible!
Saving my soul from hell’s wrath
Eternally, He’s my Lord; around Him my life revolves.
Expecting my service that He deserves
Keeps me seeking for His kind approval
Granting me His wise guidance-bestowments.
Oh, to live for God, my Love, my Lover, my Friend ... is bliss;
Delighted am I to share His love toward others' redemption!
*Psalm 34:4 "I sought the LORD, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears."
September 6, 2018
Edited on January 16, 2019
Honorable Mention, "My Friend, My Love" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver; judged on 1/25/2019.
P utting their own needs ahead of everything
O penly raping the middle class
L iving the lifestyle of royalty at taxpayer expense
I nterested in only that which fattens their wallets
T aking from everyone to satisfy their gluttonous egos
I mage is more important than substance
C ompromising the nation's integrity
I gnoring the needs of their constituents
A busing their political power
N egative impact on the entire nation
S elling their soul for the sake of a dollar.
The only group of people who can talk continuously for two weeks and never
say anything. But we, the unknowing, keep re electing them.
Adorable as children can be.
Bounding with such energy.
Cuddles when they see me.
Deciding what to ask Santa for.
Each has so many toys, oh Santa not more.
Fairy dress up clothes for little Eleanor.
Giant dinosaur models for Jon.
Helicopter that flies for Joel and a pony to ride on.
Into the post to Santa we will put their letters.
Just before they came I finished making their sweaters.
Kids having fun are a joy to watch as they play.
Laughter fills the house, how I wish it was every day.
My Grandchildren’s visits fill my heart with pride.
Now it starts to rain they must play inside.
One good game is treasure hunts, now what can I hide?
Perhaps some coins, better than sweets.
Quality time with children, without giving treats.
“Read a story”, the children now plead.
Sitting down I choose a story book to read.
Telling stories is fun, as they all join in.
Using musical instruments I decide on a story and begin.
Violins play a part in the first story I tell.
When instuments play, turn the page when you hear a bell.
Xylophones are part of this story as well.
Yes next time you come we will go out, but where?
Zoo is fun, “as long as we are with you G’ma we don’t care.”
RIDE OF A
LIFETIME
A roller-coaster catches my eye in flash
B eguiling me to run bullet fast...
C hequered spiking thrill press my spine
D ancing stars shoot then surround me fine
E levating energy screaming release
F ever fervor crawling --
G leaming a
H appy-go-lucky mood!
I nhaling deep through
J uggling groove of the rollercoaster.
K indles me for more, more and more! yet,
L iquifying my knees and nerves.. I..
M ounting to swerves and curves
N uts and shells will break
O n rain of screams and shouts.
P opping heartbeats!
Q uickening speed
R ough ground is up!
S kies smiling down!
T wists and turns making me froze
U nlimited are my thunder screams!
V eins beneath engorged,
W ith shoes to drop-out too!
X eransis throat
Y elling for water soothe!
z ealing roller-coaster ride...
© O. E. Guillermo
10:22pm, August 21, 2014
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name Abecedarian
Placed 3rd...
COMPASSION
Coming back one cold winter morning from our local mall,
Outside McDonalds, a worldwide favourite port of call
Miserably, visibly frozen, shivering from head to toe,
Paced a vendor with a variety of goods, business seemed slow,
As thin as a rake, shivering and pleading with his eyes,
Someone, please buy from me so I can buy two pies,
Selling them at a discount, so I can escape this cold!
Immediately, as if God sent, a car stopped and lo and behold
Offered to buy the vendor’s goods this man took off his jacket,
Niftiest act ever, gave it to the vendor, with a McDonalds packet.
This is what compassion is all about.
COMPASSION POETRY CONTEST
LINE GUNTHIER
10TH JUNE 2019
L ittle voices, rising in volume and pitch
I mploring teacher, begs all available aids to help pop
C oats, hats, muffs, mitts, sweaters, gloves, socks, shoes, and boots on 39
K indergarten urchins who are galloping around the room, or jumping on ball
chairs.
E veryone is excited; the snow is falling and
T he five-year-olds woke up screaming with excitement,
Y elling their head dendrites off, dancing and galloping
S ix ways to Sunday, and it’s only Tuesday,
P rincipal skates into the room, “Lickety Split!” she yells.
“L et’s all help, and get them out there quick!” The 2nd grade teacher sticks in
her head to hollar,
“I ce will be here within the hour. Everybody help.” A bunch of 4th and 5th
graders run in to help dress
t hem. Seconds later, the worn-out Kindergarten
Teacher throws out a magic lasso, and 39 kindergarteners all grab hold. The next minute, they
land in a big snow drift.
“Lickety, lickety, yickety, bickety, pickety, split!” they all yell, running away in every conceivable direction.
Written 4-9-2018 Contest: What I Like Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Poetry’s distinct beauty shines through the rays of its author’s artistic employment and creative presentation. However, its dynamic impact is felt when read with animated vibrancy, bringing to life the encoded thoughts.
Said pursuit is done by poem-writers with their language devices in expressing their messages, and articulating their ideas. They achieve such through the aid of meter and rhythm, which are vital attributes of a poem.
A poet who is considered as a word-artist paints with passion, power, precision, and patience thru a perspective toward a purpose: the creation of a masterpiece – a poem in its best form. Like an engineer who in constructing an edifice uses accurate measurement, the poet, too, “measures” the words he uses with precision. Hence, he thinks and reflects (brain and heart efforts are exerted here) of the right and exact word that fits a line and in this endeavor, syllable count is important. It is because syllables help in the production of rhythm, the “regular rise and fall in the flow of sound in speech.” Inspired and illumined, the poet, (in my case, driven by my faith in God), guarded by poetry guidelines… plunges into the depths of heart’s revelation, then optimizing words' functional dominance, enlivens his art.
Poetry pictures life’s grand iridescence
Of love, joy, peace, grace, hope and faith’s essence
Ever exposing angst, hurts, gloom’s silence
Truths prevailing over ambivalence
Resounding God Almighty’s providence
Yelling triumph of glorious* evidence!
*Psalm 145:5 I will speak of the glorious honour of thy majesty, and of thy wondrous works.
August 2, 2018
2nd place, "READS LIKE MUSIC - Haibun look" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 8/5/2018.
H opes of great joy to all
A lways upon other families we call
P leased to share what we have with others
P laying children warm the hearts of all today
Y elling and laughter so happy what can we say
H appy thoughts as we remember days gone by
O ld folks telling others family stories oh my
L aughter ringing out thoughout the day
I' d have been a fool if I had not visited today
D eck The Halls one among the many songs being sung
A lways in the hearts of all today is baby Jesus
Y ou can feel the love for one another always
S inging praises to and about Jesus as we wish all "Happy Holidays"
Holiday Acrostic Challenge for Francine Roberts
12/24/2011
Carol Ann Brown
1st Place Winner
Births of children were both her pains and joys
After all, spouse was punching her like bag of toys
Threats kept playing like rock music into her ears
Tiptoeing to gasp to be able swallow her fears and tears.
Engulfing each hurt by every silent echoing scream
Restoring strength for her kids’ welfares and dreams
Enveloped by fathomless love glaring unconditionally
Dedicated herself to serve as bright light of her family.
Whining and wailing had no path to escape
Over the years of marriage, home was no longer safe
Maltreatment by him was like giving her meals for the day
Acceptance was the only solace saying, it’s my fate anyway
No help needed, just her patience and endurance day by day.
Stiff smiles from her lips showed stability of strength
Yelling inside drawing power with unending length
Nevertheless,her hope and dreams were her loving children
Devotion to motherhood with fervor hopes rose to heaven.
Reassuring herself that good karma comes after suffering
Ordeal continuously poured out with deeper wounding
Man remained oblivious keeping his vises and cruel beating
Ended up to a woman’s ailment by trauma with hard healing.