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I sought my truth within the sky
The squally blue, my wings to ply
A thrust on thermals, carried high
And yet, the gospel that I found?
My feet still fixed to feral ground.
I dared to plunge the oceans, deep
To burn in Neptune's coldest keep
And bleed to soft, abiding sleep
Still, dull, his trident couldn't pierce
And all endowed me? Failure, fierce.
I sought a meaning deep within
A quest divorced of flesh and skin
To hone the rusted blade of sin
But all the meat that met me there?
Long since rancid with despair.
I feigned to know a god above
A sacred purpose bound to love
Decanting boundless realms, thereof
Yet, veiled in all that bright expanse?
A dirge divine, devoid the dance.
However long we're called to stay
On this blue marble, night-to-day
Our passioned spirit finds a way
Despite our limits, sky and earth
We NEVER cease to mete our worth.
** FIFTH PLACE in the "Contest 335" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. **
No exception, we grab a cart
A slice of this geography
A part of this society. Among the lines of people shopping,
talking, grazing, cell phones buzzing
cashiers checking, shoppers queuing,
wheels are churning
cards are scanning,
as we chew on something new.
Looking for the latest deal. Should we try it? Should be buy it?
The great appeal of mindless thrill
I am shopping, child in tow
Buying dog food, fifty pounds
Then, to the car with chirping sounds
from this child (she is my grand)
who now observes a woman, pale,
with a skinny hound,
sheltered near the parking lot.
A homeless woman, I'm confounded
how to help this hungry soul
_
This sweet grandchild is more endowed
to take a stand for that old hound
She's convinced to do some good
And so you know...
back in we go, where we once stood,
standing in the check-out line
We're in the store for more dog-food
A bag we buy, perhaps a few
We add some goods, a thing or two
This child with me is so astute
pointing to those gift cards too
to feed them both, as well we should
Approaching, we are taking care
to let her think it's for the dog
But in the bag, we left our hearts, we left a smile
The one we kept will last awhile
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True Story:
2/9/17
Contest: Random Acts Of Kindness
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Of the animal genus he,
yet he of a high species be.
Though ape-like features he may share,
that man is human, it is clear.
With gift of reasoning endowed
Man, above the dumb beasts, stands proud.
In his Creator’s image made
before his own free will was swayed.
Two hands he has, like apes he stands,
He even shares similar glands.
But just where biology ends
Is where man’s mastery extends.
Apes have hands, but do not play,
the violin, nor do they pray.
Same tongue they have, but cannot talk,
Though sometimes they do upright walk.
Where in the kingdom of the apes,
Is to be found, a book of shapes?
And where among, a group of chimps,
was found a book ‘bout girls and pimps?
Apes cannot write a book of prose,
though rescued from harsh nature’s throes.
They cannot read, or write, or spell,
nor can they sing a melody.
Among the vast animal lines,
you would not find a single shrine.
A statue of a great queen bee
In a beehive, you never see.
We say that animals are wild,
but truth be told, they are so mild.
With instincts built, they all conform
to their creator’s prescribed norms.
It is man that has broken out,
His maker’s laws he proudly flouts.
Man’s wildness proves he has a will
‘een though a brute, he’s human still.
So, do not equate man with beasts,
for above them he stands as priest.
O’er animals, man rules as king,
and this is a God-ordered thing.
God Had a Plan
Written: by Tom Wright
3/5/2014
My life holds no mystery as Stonehenge’s Rocks,
But has been lived throughout with resolve;
My innermost thoughts extended outside the box,
Apprehensively watching each epoch dissolve;
I lay claim to province for all things I’ve done,
And approached each day as a totally new game;
Some appeared a continuance of the previous one,
In my quest to serve others not lucre or fame;
And through each endeavor the Lord has endowed,
Even during times which found my spirit shaken;
At fifty-six came flame outs from the field I plowed,
Ensuing years have permitted my faith to reawaken.
"A grandma is someone who plays a special part in all the treasured memories we hold within our heart."
- Unknown
My grandma used to sing aloud
With a sweet voice, she was endowed
Clapping her hands, she used to praise
With a loud voice, praying always
My grandma used to smile a lot
I remember her on her cot
She loved to eat bananas ripe
And chocolates of any type
My grandma used to love us all
She loved to give us presents small
Sometimes toffee, sometimes money
She was the sweetest and funny
My grandma loved my dad so much
She had the softest wrinkled touch
She had a memory so sharp
Spreading God's love, she was His harp
My grandma is in heaven now
No more pain or a troubled brow
Someday soon, I will meet her there
What a hope! Such joy we will share!
23rd February 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge - G words" contest
Topic chosen : Grandma
Disseminated information...
(perhaps theme broached before, yes)?
(alternate title:The hunger for knowledge)
Whither hearing, vis (ideally,
liberal commentators I adore),
asper "NON FAKE") news,
more than weather, latest sports score
or reading, (yes of course
out loud applying index finger de rigueur
of right hand as pointer)
poetically mentioned once before
ditto via select publications
(oh...alright TIME Magazine, The Nation,
and/or Mother Jones) all of which boar
like a mellow red bull at four
after midnight, nonetheless, who decrees
(hmm... maybe ludicrous to ask courtesy deplore
able basketcase, but inquisitiveness persists
what body electric discriminates furthermore
freedom of what gets published, or
determines permissible broadcasts
made by Federal Communications Commission
allowing, enabling, and providing galore
of choice morsels pollinating
mass media buzzfeeding popular culture
additionally permitting opinions shared by hardcore
investigative journalists, putting life and limb at risk
nonetheless inherent within constitution delimiter
i.e. bureau to censor radical, subversive, more
treasonous than Socialism
with Iron Maiden on tour
must serve as kickstarter
to stifle: tyranny, mutiny,
anarchy, et cetera and shore
up defenses (perhaps in guise of a
reinforced wall) toward those who ignore
codas defining complex edifice of government
trumpeting defiance, uncivil disobedience,
insouciance, et cetera in an attempt to restore
totalitarianism stripping away inalienable
rights of life, liberty and pursuit
of happiness endowed by a smoothbore!
He says he saw "(this nation's)
Identity sold and robbed by immigration..."
And I remember
My first day teaching at the border school
First one there that August morning
Cows were grazing on the lawn
I walked into the office to report them
and the secretary laughed, "They're Hector's.
They sneak over the border sometimes.
He's on his way to get them."
The crossing was two blocks away
There was a hole in the fence
Where all the kids from Mexico
Who attended school in America, crossed
Customs and border patrol agents knew them
AND watched them come and go
Safely
It really was an open border then
And no one felt their identity was threatened
America was built on the backs of immigrants
And those who came in chains
They worked for pennies and nothing at all
While white culture treated them as inferiors
Are we losing our identity as white supremacists
Because people of nonwhite culture refuse to be our inferiors
GOOD
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
Declaration of Independence (if you read)
People coming to America to live free and pursue their happiness
Robs our identity
Really?
People coming to America to live free and pursue their dreams
IS our identity
not January 6 insurrectionists
not election deniers
not voting rights suppressors
NOT white supremacists
who are destructive to others' lives, liberty, and their happiness
My duty as a TRUE American Patriot is to call you out
You threaten the very principles upon which this nation stands
And like it or not, we will confront you, and block your way
This great country is made of great people,
not narrow minded _____
(Whatever fits)
I'm out
How did we get to where we are,
America - the one undimming shining star,
A land of freedom, of unbounded pride
Where no one needed run and hide
For their religion or mere thought,
Democracy - the very heart of what was taught.
Now the Media drums a beat
That too many rush to heed,
Politicians seem at war
Spewing discord to their core,
Division their concocted art
Wrenching the rest of us apart.
Pressure groups with voices loud
Control the stage as if endowed,
We the masses listen stunned
Outmaneuvered and outgunned,
All too late we see the light
As our cities fall to blight.
Police leaving by the score,
Inner cities full of gore,
Death and Drugs partners in crime
The serial killers of our time,
Those we elect wringing their hands
Caving in to shrill demands.
Social media runs amok
Trampling discourse in it's muck,
Faceless voices spewing hate
Leaving victims to their fate,
Pervading every corner of our life
Their tool of choice inciting strife.
Is it too late may we well ask
To tear apart this vile death mask,
Restoring that for which our father's fought
A way of life worked for and not bought,
The very fruit of land well sown
The purest form of liberty our world has ever known.
*2 Timothy 4:5 But watch thou in all things, endure afflictions, do the work of an evangelist, make full proof of thy ministry.
Evangelist, a Bible-label for work* of God’s empowerment
Victorious for wondrous and glorious reaching-out venture
Asserting that the Saviour anchors redemption-assurance
Nurturing faith, propped well upon rich spiritual nourishing…
Going, guided by the Holy Ghost; with divine light, glowing
Enabled to minister along joyful servanthood example
Lover of the Lord, leading others midst building lives…
I am the fruit; and now endowed with evangelism-influence
Steadfast is my commitment for prayerful winning of souls
Triumphant to tell the Gospel: “Trust Jesus Christ today.”
June 16, 2023
2nd place, "Writing Challenge - E Word" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/19/2023.
Inspired to present its essence wondrously
along endowed poetic prowess midst words’ magnificence
my heart indites through light, free, or blank verse prayerfully
furthermore in spiritual rhymes, illumined by divine iridescence…
With triumphant love of God, I am propped to proclaim constantly
His awesome kindness as well as gracious compassion-sense
gripping my soul before I turned 19 in 1988, unforgettably…
when by faith I indeed experienced His very presence.
Yes, Christ’s love* prevails over my writing themes gloriously
having been loaded with His mercy and truth of caring prevalence
thus, witnessing His love beyond the 9-11-2018 global news historically
I penned a declaration to exalt my God, thanking Him for His love’s opulence.
*Ephesians 3:19 …Know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fullness of God.
July 14, 2020
3rd place, "Views For Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Funom Makama; judged on 7/17/2020.
Details Required:
Poem name: “Love of God Am I”
Views as of July 14, 2020: 1,988
Poetry form: Blank verse
Date of Publication: 09/11/2018