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You are not a member of our family
Therefore we choose to lock you outside our door
Banishishing you to never
Never again darken our door
Your emaciated hands have lost their strength
The whispers you shout have fallen on deaf ears
We have always been stonger than you
Within your grip we have discovered our own resilience
Losing our appetite for your false promises
This pathway emerges beyond your darkness
Time deafens us to your whispers
For long enough we have been your domino effect
Feel our weight as we align ourselves against you
Our borders have been fortified
Consciencely built brick by brick
The mortar of our love extricating you from our spaces
Our new mosaic formed in light
New possibilities
Today is the beginning of this
This power
This life
This realization
That as you shrink
Our world enlarges
Until you are less
Less than nothing
Replaced by freedom
The way we are meant to be
Empowered and filled
With an appetite for living
My wife is the team leader for an eating disorder program here in Kelowna.
I wrote this as a way to empower families to align together against the disorder.
www.wisedummypoet.com
I write because:
Awesome God Almighty allows my communicative ability
Boundless is His grace that brings out muse that's blest
Creativity He endows to keep poetic heart to compose
Driven along determination, desire and devotion
Empowered by biblical truth of compassion's expression...
Indeed, I keep on writing since:
Faithful is Christ Who fuels me for freedom-fulfillment
Graciously gripping my soul along poetry-gearing
Hoisted toward help, health and hopefulness glow
Ignited, invigorated to share divine inspiration
Joyously exposing gratefulness’ jubilation.
Yes, I strive to be the writer* God wants me to be for:
Kindness of the Saviour keeps me poetically kindled
Love He gives for all I aim to declare with His grant of eternal life…
May my writing ministry exalt Him midst prayer-might
Nourished by His guiding wisdom for spiritual nurture
Offering peace and bliss upon rhymes as well as verses’ optimization.
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
August 31, 2022
3rd place, "I write because" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 9/13/2022.
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap”-
That’s a function not continuous ,
but discrete , yet to get fit.
“No illusion therein entrap.”
“ In the time stretched pause we can see”
Future to nurture
in rue or rapture.
Pause of polarity interchange
Over all it’s my life to challenge
Either to confront or to surrender.
Empowered, enclosed by ego !
But I will have to forego -
to be free in open mind.
Divine lamp to lit and glow,
not to be extinguished !
Perplexity, complexity , simplicity
not to overlap.
“ Ego craving is a mousetrap.”
I went to see the old burnt out lightning tree.
To see what wisdom and guidance it had for me.
.
I've been drawn here, since I was so young.
Mighty oak tree, on the hill, so tall, so strong.
Many times spent here in play and laughter.
Many times spent here in silence, at times of disaster.
Struck by lightning and trunk split in two.
Damaged by humans, but still it grew.
Old and worn, it never shudders, it never shakes.
Never speaks, never judges, never does it forsake.
It listens to my moaning, it listens to my woes.
I tell it of an uneasy feeling, that runs from my ageing fingers, to my weary toes.
I ask for it's knowledge, I ask for it's advice.
I'm given reassuring grounding, I'm given a connection back to life.
It's comforting entwining branches offering a safe embrace.
Away from the constant running of the human rat race.
Like a child again, I sit up in it's perfectly green leaved shaped crown.
Now feeling empowered as it takes away my old worn facial frown.
Written Aug 2025
I believe that long ago, the universe’s most artistic landscaper
mixed woodlands with tropics, rock formations with mountains,
volcanic craters with lush valleys, and cascading waterfalls with
pristine still waters before blending all with an ocean and
topping it off with sunshine. Man named this place, Hawaii.
The absolute awe that defines Hawaii, is bound to awaken
any slumbering faith and rejuvenate any emotion grown numb
to the brilliance of life. While visiting the Islands of Hawaii, I
absorbed a joy and wonder from the plants that delightfully
startled my own routine senses. I have been blessed in my life
to personally view beautiful and eye-catching plant life in many
regions of the world. In Hawaii, the plants adorning and tending
the islands are the most dramatic, glorious and enchanting that
my vision has ever drunk. There is an otherness to Hawaiian flora
that suggests plants are empowered with the ability to uplift,
stimulate and captivate even the most withdrawn human vision.
entrancing colors
paint a wonderland terrain ~
landscaped free of charge
bodacious flora
thrives in hawaii's landscape ~
no mute legs walk there
Your pillar of truth
Our beacon of light
Show us the way (of the)
Starboard and the portside
Illuminate me now
Bedazzle me white
See me so small
Im blinded in sight
Thy tower so tall
Empowered to write
Exposed by your beam
Ghostly ship in the night
'pon steely hard granite
Imploring your rays (like)
Coved dish of satelite
A tempestuous sea
In the saline of my sight
Inscribed on those palms
Was Thy love for me
Later to be gored
By these very same hands
Who's blood this I see?
Striped red 'round this house
Flows down the trunk of a tree
Amix with my own
'Twould be an honor for me
When drawn from the well
Make me the same
Comes one perrilous night
A torch to forgive
(Magnificent power!)-a bearer of light
Aroused by achievement ardor, awakened by the Almighty
Blest being of mine blossoms beyond besetting boredom blight
Carving creations circumspectly
Delighted by dreams’ desire to dare and do…
Empowered toward exploits* earnestly enabling
Freed from frustration toward faith-fortitude flight
Girded, governed, geared toward growth's going glow
Hope-hoisted held high, happily healed
Illumined, instructed, influenced for instilling and imparting---
Jubilantly joining reaching-out journeys
Kindled with knowledge while exercising kindness
Living in the light, led by the loving the LORD along learning-leaps!
*Daniel 11:32 ... The people that do know their God shall be strong, and do exploits.
Alliteration in ABC
January 21, 2024
6th place, "YOU CHOOSE ONCE MORE" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/27/2024
In Remembrance I recollect
Those who've starred in war
Notorious our gallant men
Faced all that was to bare
Rushed their minds
In front line
Shall they live
Engaged in battle
Thoughts they must have had
Military machine moves forward
Every pace
A moment in history
Measured in
Lives on either side
Barbaric, brutal, broken bodies
Truths untold
Running scared
Religious prayers
They beg be spared
Awaits news of loved ones
They have known
Nationality no place
They all have souls
Children beseached of parents
Or lives of own
Eyes bewildered
Outcome death
What moral holds
Noble men remembered
Every life
Shed to save our own
Valliant steads in honour
Names live empowered
Engulfed in rest
Released their final breaths
Recalled this hour in thanks
Lest we ever forget
Forever horrors remain unforetold
Overtures of hell resound as
Heavens Bell Tolls
And resolute we stand
Together this hour
Greed of man and
Pride of country cause
Earths battlefield of bodies
Laying in peace
Talk don't fight
Let History be
Our lead
Our lesson
Our might
I strolled into a site,
The other night,
Timid at first
But I stayed,
Timidity quelled,
Impressed by the weld,
I was touched by a heart,
And I prayed.
Stirring and serving,
Of a kindred group,
A yummy delicious new
Kind of soup,
The fragrance of food,
Lifted up my staid mood
And seemingly begged
Me to taste,
I was somehow empowered,
As I ate, then devoured,
the letters in poetry soup
I was hungry I guessed,
I was filled and quite blessed,
And no longer feeling afraid.
There was plenty for everyone,
I had a lot of fun'
There was no lack and no waste.
I relaxed as I read,
And words danced in my head,
And for once I was feeling no haste.
You are what you eat!
I found the words sweet.
Strengthened,
I picked up my pen,
And from a deep well,
rising up to a swell,
I found in the flow I must wade
Welcome dear poet, you're loved.
Don't ya know it?
Welcome to a timeless tight group
You'll cook up your words,
Tales of flowers or birds,
And you'll see that with friends
You've been placed.
Geniuses are unique and rare, a kind
unto themselves who are led by God’s
divine inspiration and powers of mind,
women and men whose gifts defy the odds.
Like Byron, some possess gifts of poetry;
others, like Mozart, musical composition;
and some achieve feats of artistry,
creatively shocking the dull and unrefined.
The gifts of genius are meant as fine tools,
empowered and bestowed by the Nine Muses
to create art and to exalt life’s fools,?—?
to uplift them to more ennobled uses.
So, if one’s genius be not in this rhyme,
then offer the fool the gift of one's time.