Long Enclosure Poems
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Being in love with You is my heart’s quest
to abide ceaselessly in Your presence
as You nurture me in Your caring breast
midst divine bliss of peace-iridescence.
In my relationship with You, trust reigns
sealed by Your covenant for faith’s fervor
indeed forgiven, and freed from guilt-strains
I now delight in Your gracious favor.
Kept secured in Your love’s sweet enclosure
enriched by Your partnership’s fulfillment
here am I, Your grateful precious treasure
abounding to share blessings’ endowment.
I do love You because You first loved* me
My LORD, make me what You want me to be.
*1John 4:19 We love him (LORD GOD), because he first loved us.
November 15, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SPECIAL 9..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/26/2019.
Uneasy and queasy cos my TV set
Is showing another celebrity vet
My legs are crossed tight, just as tight as they get
Has that little dog lost his testicles yet
While eating my lunch, or was it my dinner
The cat on the screen getting thinner and thinner
The head vet was busy, so here’s a beginner
On his second attempt to stick that needle in ‘er
My hunger abates as the scalpel cuts in
And the cyst on his throat splatters poor kittie’s chin
My two horrid teenagers sit there and grin
But my spag bolognese now resides in the bin
The very long glove, that is slippery and wet
Is meant for the cow, though they’ve only just met
The vet seems as happy as any I’ve met
Till the cow follows through and enshrouds the poor vet
With Flopsy’s guts broadcast in X-ray exposure
While Tiddles pukes hairballs inside his enclosure
I wish it was more like a nice glossy brochure
As another castration destroys my composure
Date: 30 May 2019
Contest: What Makes You Flinch
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
No one told us about the deer flies who live in
The marsh
Add life they multiply.
They are waiting to descend in a flash on the
Daring who are rash
Who have no inside enclosure or any netting to
Make a dash
Where the humans will get bitten not once but
many times by the deer flies who live in the marsh.
When human and fly meet this is a major clash
For many of these creatures will die.
They are waiting to descend in a flash on the
Daring who are rash
From the boat you'll hear the slap and someone
Yell balderdash
Which as the person gets bit it does intensify
As they fight off the deer flies who live in the
Marsh.
People have been known to get whiplash
While swinging at the flies who land and bite
As off they fly.
Believe me, they are waiting to descend in a
Flash on the Daring who are rash.
Surprise! We have bug spray, a fly swatter to
Squash, bash, and trash
As we try to rectify
The problem with the deer flies who live in the
Marsh.
They are waiting to descend in a flash on the
Daring who are rash.
Well you painted lovely pictures,
And you placed me in every one.
Now roses and thorns grow in those fallen ruins
Covering the windows and barring each door.
Nothing ever was able to keep me here,
But still you tried and you did not relent.
So now I am chained and I am here without the light.
I told you I couldn’t take your pain away
So you tied me to it when you knew I would not wait.
In this enclosure you have kept control,
And I am slowly dying, losing sight.
I kneel to meet your blade,
And lust after the reflection of any light.
Loving every moment of my tears
You dove into the sound of my cries
And lost yourself in such pleasure there.
There are so many ways we need each other
No matter if you have bound me to the bed
And there is no respite.
Like fogging glass not from heat
But decomposition that screams of some violent end.
I wanted some peace of mind
And you wanted my desperate pleas.
February 12 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 3-5
Key Verse – Numbers 3:16 And Moses numbered them according to the word of the LORD, as he was commanded.
FAITH IN GOD WHO MUST BE FOLLOWED
ACCORDING TO HIS WORD
God must be followed according to His Word along His ruling
While we abide by faith in His plan’s dwelling
Constantly upheld by His strength-sealing
So that we can face challenges, overcoming frustration-feeling.
God must be followed according to His Word that makes us delighted
While we praise Him by faith, having His name exalted
Constantly smitten of our pride as we stay humbly committed
So that we can serve Him with our devotion deeply rooted.
God must be followed according to His Word we treasure
While we obey Him by faith for His pleasure
Constantly cleansed of our sins by His pardon we cannot measure
So that we can keep His commandments around His secured enclosure.
God must be followed according to His Word midst His miracle
While we acknowledge by faith His dominion in our life-cycle
Constantly revived toward spiritual victory’s pinnacle
So that we can pursue after righteousness against lustfulness-tickle.
God must be followed according to His Word which always prevails
While we meditate by faith His statutes with His wisdom that never fails
Constantly taught about His truth and what it heavenly entails
So that we can stick to His doctrines against compromise-wails.
God must be followed according to His Word for His glory
While we honour Him by faith, grateful that we are saved from hell’s fury
Constantly cheered up to trust Him, winning over worry
So that we can testify about His Gospel story with great victory.
God must be followed according to His Word, making us blest
While we worship Him by faith, vanquishing trial and test
Constantly exhorted to live for Him, loving Him with our best
So that we can conquer carnality along prayer zest.
February 12, 2025
Music is my most faithful friend
Iv said it once and I'll say it again
Music is my way to heal
Through my veins its all I feel
Music makes me feel calm
It weather's the storm, like a needle in my arm
It hits me hard and stops the pain
The singers voice makes me whole again
I play her when I'm feeling sad
Her voice vibrates and hits the ground
For a moment all is right
In this little world that is my life
The same singer I play over and over
"Avril lavigne" in my little enclosure
It doesn't matter what song plays
All that matters is she's the reason I stayed
"Sk8ter Boi" or "Girlfriend" it never matters
She's my drug when my life's in shatters
Whatever battle I have to face
I'll take her along, no matter my fate
A long hospital stay is ahead
So her music I play to stay out of my head
Playing it loud and playing it proud
Music my drug when I'm alone in the clouds
So until I cant, it's her I will play
Play her again to keep the darkness at bay
My life she will save once again
And to that all I say is amen
Music on and always healing
This new battle is just beginning
I'm so tired and want to give up
But her music tells me to keep my chin up
So one more song before I go
Go back to a place so dark and unknown
One more song to get my hit
The battle begins, this is it!!
I liked its comforting and quiet
Enclosure from the time and rain
Designed to be impossible to sleep in
(Some vagrant friends reported miseries)
Shutting out the rest of the world
It became a space for answers
A sea-shell or confessional
Calming the small change of your soul
Adored no less by travellers
No doubt for its already ancient
Novelty it would not admit
The weak or infirm to its secrets
And such room inside limited
Admittance or forced proximity
Upon us if we shared a call.
Revered by Mum and Dad as
One familiar part of modern living
To me unvalued then missed
As a lost limb when it was gone.
Its the slight waft of rotting flesh
That first hits you
While the smartly dressed
Smiling warden ushers you in,
Through narrow turnstiles
There are rows of enclosures
A maze of them, a maze of the wild
Its like a snapshot of danger
A dangerous predator-laden savanna
Danger enclosed
Lions...
You will hear their shouting matches
Royal majestic roars
Like cage competitions
Even the females join in
While one stares you down
Sizing you up
Like a piece of flesh
(Well come to think of it...)
Some males lie down
Nonchalant
Amidst the noise
The leopard paces in its enclosure
Waiting for its daily ration
While the young buffalo
Grazes nervously,
Its enclosure next to the lions
They have emergency exits
Just in case...
You will spot a Serval cat
A croc, bored
And nervous rare Sokoke cats
Terribly out of place...
Unclimbed Stairways
by Odin Roark
At the base of the stairs
He lay on his back
Upon his chest
He propped his hero
Peering up through GI Joe’s
Stand-your-ground stance
All seemed climbable
Just like in the movies
But he knew
Summit of the stairs
Was the attic
That frigid place
Lures of the forbidden
With air suffocating its captivity
Like his mother warned
Such was the explanation
Penned studiously by the doctor
Connecting the dots
Of thirty years subsequent
The strategy of solipsism
Where more forbidden climbs
Ensnared him with madness
And a padded enclosure
The doctor thought he had control
But the man/boy knew
In front of him
Just a mother in a cheap suit
Warning
Always warning
Was Van Gogh warned?
Was David Foster Wallace warned?
Is the next Hoffman going to be warned?
Check your stairways
To the bathroom
Safe
To your bedroom
Probably safe
To the attic of adult life
Oh my
Caution
Or
Instinct
Here we go
“It is more blessed to give
than to receive…”*
Thus says the Scripture
carnal mind can’t accept
yet spiritual heart regards as truth
in vanquishing selfishness
as well as covetousness-grip
and smiting greediness-enclosure.
Indeed, giving is gaining more…
yes, more joy, powered by sharing
while insuring blessings
of divine abundance faith acquires
along sufficient provisions
midst supplies that meet needs, even wants
toward peaceful contentment
showered by heavenly fulfillment-triumph.
*Acts 20:35 I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive.
December 7, 2024
2nd place, "Counterintuitive" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 12/10/2024