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As I sit Precariously
Listening to my Canary
Life is weary this January
Embattled by the long and scary
Year of Covid when wary times tarry
Too long for us to know little mercy and carries
Us to the threshold of this 'wits end' of heated adversary
From the cold quarantine as threatened democracy parries
With questions of justice and equality on its 158th anniversary
Of the Emancipation Proclamation that fiercely relinquished slavery
All men created equal under one flag while given its fight for bravery
With all worn hearts, minds and well-being knowing that the contrary
Revisions to our happiness, 'freedom and justice for all' now quietly buries
Our souls and hearts in this beloved country to try and live in peace this
January
As I sit and ponder tomorrow from my desk listening to the song
of my sweet Canary
Perhaps I will open the door to his freedom so his song belongs to this world
so very weary
January 6, 2021
Parody of a Famous Poem Poetry Contest
Inspired by "I Know How the Caged Bird Sings" by Maya Angelou
I stepped out of the house and walked across the tracks
And hurried to the supermarket to get a quick snack
Cars were running up and down the street
and I could still feel my anxious heart beat
The temperature had subsided and the afternoon was divided
I was somewhat disappointed but not elated
A compromising spirit overshadowed me and wounded my dignity
Hardly anyone was walking around frustration and fear have embattled
the environment forcing some to lock up inside and peep behind curtains
The community was having a festival but the mood was somber and strained
Everything looked bleak and sadness perfumed the fragile street
A sense of disconnect and unwelcome ness penetrated the air
But I entered the supermarket without a feeling of despair
The stalker in the parking has changed his red cap to an orange cap
As I approached he dodged behind the outer column while I passed on the interior
The parking lot was a bit crowded but had little to do with the customers
Shoppers moved about to fro but some did not have anywhere to go
I grabbed a loaf of bread and a tin of corn and I rushed outside
and crossed the road to the other side
Suddenly the police raced up the street as if they got a urgent call
I stood on the side walk and gazed at the pink flowers hanging over
They lined the top and bottom of the street absorbing the strange heat
They too have a story to tell and they will tell it very well
Looking from a distant they looked like cherry blossom but close up
they are summer flowers not Spring flowers
I ended this curiosity and continue to walk towards my home
As I stepped on the side walk I saw something colorful ran from the house
and buried itself in the grass in front of me
I felt a bit odd but not stupefied
I stared at the grass but there was no movement
I stomped at the side and a blue tail lizard with the golden stripes
emerged and glanced at me than crawled away.
The blue tail lizard had a message for me
But and I don't know what it wants to tell me.
Staircase appears to enable due climb
Transforms smooth as scales of snake
Sordid exposed inhibits intent once kind
Tramples vigour that giving hearts make
Flattened treads disallow firm foothold
Turned vertical, depicts frightening slide
Fresh bread duly duplicates damp mould
Tough crust disguises grimy rot inside
Eden believing eyes view rows of roses
Lenses pink, by strategic cruelty shattered
Frames deform, broken under bulldozer
Petal perspective, machine rigid embattled
Tainted by hatred, then inevitably reflects
Sears from steel eyes to slippery surface
Casting untoward to all unfolding aspects
Vengeance on shoulder deviates purpose
Platter of fruit colour, as slime discarded
Ladder disputed as useful, fire wood axed
Torn down resources, despair is imparted
Narrow funnel filters hope, heavily taxed
3rd November 2020
Written for Contest:
Hello Darkness My Old Friend
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Seaweed, fragmented shell as cannonballs
in maelstrom hurled upon the shore.
The bellowing wind cast all asunder
as Summer’s shoots from shifting sand were torn.
Such was Autumn’s storm.
The sleet was blown in horizontal sheets
as figures double-bent fought step by step
to make but little progress, homeward bound.
The sky was lost in billowing grey, forlorn.
Such was Winter’s storm.
Relentlessly the wind swept off the ocean
with yet more rain to swell the sodden peat.
A daily deluge on embattled land,
with hope yet stirring seeds of life newborn.
Such was Springtime’s storm.
The grey skies shift to blue, and now a breeze
is heralding a longed-for transformation.
With rainbow colours Mother Earth is blessed
and all the islands of the west caressed, reborn.
Sweet Summer knows no storm.
We are Titans All!
Big and small
marching off to the front lines of life
every day
Overcoming the tides of challenges
we all face
The roar of War fills our subconscious minds with fear but
we soldier on into each new day
Martyrs wielding naught
but the swords of our pure will to thrive and survive
Embattled by the constant onslaught of flat tires, late fees and the Injustice
of a world of automated customer service "please choose one of the following"
We are hunted by soulless line cutters who haunt airports, parking lots
and grocery lines
like dementors in Harry Potter's nightmares
Yes...
We are Titans all!
cooking dinners, sweeping floors
and making beds
working for self-centered bosses who take the credit for anything great we do
We heroically get the oil changed
and replace our brakes
We face down rising bills that must be paid lest we freeze ourselves and our families
And...Still
the roar and apocalyptic threatening din goes on just over the horizon
....across the sea
In order to survive
we close our eyes
seal up our emotions and march
onto the front porch
Where we pick up the shovel
and start to dig ourselves out
from under a
freshly fallen foot of snow
Titans all!
We will dutifully overcome
our new day's adversaries ....
burst pipes and flooded basements
just in time
to remember to buy
cards and candy for our loved ones
and bring home
the heart-shaped cake
Happy Valentine's Day
LoL
In my brokenness, gripped by angst of futility
when unfinished goals reign midst schedule’s certainty
I cry to God for His guiding authority
dispelling despair and anxiety…
His help enables me move on toward victorious serenity.
Despite my brokenness, leaving me feel belittled
frustrated by weakness’ failure, sorely embattled
I seek the Saviour Who keeps my heart safely handled…
His wisdom directs me against being rattled
so by His grace, I start anew, peacefully settled.
Overcoming brokenness, midst missing mark of excellence
though striving for righteousness, trusting supreme Providence
I’m sanctified by His forgiveness of divine iridescence
putting to shame my selfish intents of vain influence
His standards propel me toward noble persistence.
Healed from brokenness*, grateful that from guilt I’m freed
to Christ, I cleave, fulfilling my roles with His approval indeed
persevering for dreams’ fruition along time to heed
fighting slothfulness and unproductiveness-breed
triumphing through His strength I constantly need.
Prevailing over brokenness, realizing tenacious pride’s height
I’m humbled by the Lord for insisting self-will’s might
being adamant in challenging His perfect timing so right
in the guise of doing my utmost best with commitment-light…
now, with servant’s spirit, I yield to Him with faith’s delight.
*Psalm 34:18 The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit. Psalm147:3 He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
June 30, 2021
2nd place, "A broken person" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Faraz Ajmal; judged on 7/24/2021.
When darkness falls, in the hearts of men,
evil begins, with the machinations of sin.
Launching forth lies, in an embattled rage,
enemies,in conscious thought, condemn the sage.
The Innocence of Truth, betrayed into hands of malice,
stealthily delivered by envy, into Pilates palace.
Judgement was shot quickly, like a poisoned dart,
grief then eclipsed hope, in the faithful ones heart.
Wailing in grief, at this terrestrial injustice,
his mother, Mary, who, to his friend was entrusted.
Til his last breath, he was, thoughtfully forgiving,
his life ending, but, for us sparked a new beginning.
Since then darkness has fallen, over all humankind,
pride and selfishness has supplanted, the meek and the mild.
Wheat and weeds grow together, weeds choking the rest,
God watches patiently, deciding who passes the test.
Then, and only then, when his due time arrives,
his Son of Righteousness arises, begins to shine.
His favour he shows, to all who walk on in the light,
but, woe to those who only love the darkness of the night.
John Derek Hamilton November 8,2015
To President Trump, special thanks:
For pulling old glory from Syria's chemical maze.
For bringing rocket man to the negotiation table.
Perhaps making the 38th parallel just a little more stable.
Thanks for fighting for all the babies embattled in the womb.
For pulling peace, through strength, out of its iron tomb.
For sealing Uncle Sam's piggy bank to many terrorist nations.
Who've, for decades. threatened our existence with nuclear annihilation.
Thanks for signing into law long-awaited prison reform.
So, a balanced scale of justice will become the blessed norm.
Though they call you cold-hearted and bold font your many flaws.
They never mention the giant door and welcome mat in the center of your wall.
But in the meantime, you need to shut down that big pie hole.
Because all this childish drama is getting a little old!
Beyond tomorrow and the future, we behold God’s love that greatly prevails*
With His compassionate omnipotence everyone hails
Subduing destructive hatred which sorely ails
For caring jubilation’s cheers against apathy-bitterness’ wails.
Beyond tomorrow and the future, God’s peace is seen reigning
Assuring us, His children, whose faith in Christ is leaning
Conquering our fearful hearts with serenity-gaining
Since doubts over us can never be winning.
Beyond tomorrow and the future, thanksgiving shouts are heard decreed
While we worship the Lord joyously, unmindful of time to exceed
Sin-slavery He’s vanquished to meet every soul’s need
Satisfaction-testimonies abound; neither about discontentment nor greed.
Beyond tomorrow and the future, triumph is tasted midst the Creator’s bounty
Dispelling hardships causing despair, anguish and anxiety
His help enables us to be diligent, fighting penury and poverty
Enriching us with labor’s fruits of productivity.
Beyond tomorrow and the future, the Saviour’s guidance keeps us settled
Leading us to His perfect will where we are safely handled
His wisdom directs us against being deceived and rattled
Thus, we overcome struggles tenaciously when embattled.
Beyond tomorrow and the future, we feel the Almighty's wondrous presence
Verily glorious, putting to shame our selfish goals of no value and sense
We then experience excellence along noble persistence
Against humiliation caused by worldliness’ vain insistence.
Beyond tomorrow and the future, we listen to our Master Who’s perfectly right
His voice is music to our ears as we show commitment-lights bright
Empowering us to be blessings with our good works’ might
As with servants’ hearts, we praise Him with gratitude’s delight.
*Isaiah 42:13 The LORD shall go forth as a mighty man… he shall prevail against his enemies.
October 15, 2019
5th place, "I Sense Tomorrow is the Future" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sheri Fresonke Harper; judged on 11/16/2019.
Nobody should take pride
in what they have gained and achieved;
or what they have accumulated over time,
if that individual is not able and willing
to share the secret of success,
and learn how to change someone's life
whose heart lacks
passion and endurance...
In peregrination, you learned
to be a better bearer
confronting uneasy choices...
changing bad habits to beatitudes
and giving up some pleasures;
some days your burden
was much too heavy
to feel any blissful joy...
In undoubted ways, you raised
from the ground up
and be triumphant,
and dared how to change
someone's life in a matter of minutes;
there's no recognition or
vivid rememberance
whenever a person doesn't care!
It's hard-hearted to have gained knowlege,
and not have shared your courage and fortitude;
some lost soul may need your advice:
how to turn around and find helpfulness,
and forgetting those ways of nefariousness...
it's the nearest ascape from lies!
Compassion implies a giver...
how to change someone's life;
a fighter who's embattled with self-anger,
embittered...ready to abandon hope
without giving a definite form
to a future menancily unkind!