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Groping in sins’ darkness…
They are spiritually lost
Wandering midst worthless cause.
We who are already directed to God’s way through faith
Can lead them to His grace and love
For their enlightenment along redemption by the Holy Spirit!
Living in vices’ addiction…
They are gripped by fleshly pleasure
Wallowing in their helplessness.
We who are converted by God’s transforming might
Can usher them to His power and strength
For their liberation along sanctification toward genuine freedom.*
Losing the will to survive…
They are stuck in despair
Wavering in their misery.
We who are assured with God’s promises
Can counsel them thru His mercy and wisdom
For their peace along joy braced upon the Lord’s triumph.
*Romans 6:22 But now being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life.
November 24, 2018
10th place, "Best Free Verse From November 2018" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 12/23/2018.
It’s a wonderful feeling as you gladly air your sweet melody
The canticle of your ebbs is heard from your sweet glee
Children shriek with laughter as they feast in haste
Adults lay down to feel your scent and enjoy the rest.
The blue sky is the reflection of your innate beauty
The Mighty Creator had laid you down there for everybody
Your smiles spark in different hue of blue and green
But at snap of fingers, your splendor has been stolen
The clear blue sky draws its huge curtain on your sight
As the spilled oil tinges and oozes its ominous color of the night
The sun sets in the middle of the day, does he go and ask for help?
Scream is heard when you’re left alone in yelp
The dawn has to come; yet, you’re still down there and helpless
But waves rise up collecting your strength which scattered into pieces
Your calmness echoes in hope as you keep yourself in prayer
That someone will take you out from an odious nightmare
Soon you’ve a glimpse of light from afar, just out there
The sun’s vigilant call lighting up the hearts of every scavenger
Shining brightly once more as they work on amelioration in short range
You realize that sadness and pains are transient in this world of change
The sun finally opens the curtain for a clearer and brighter sky
The scavengers work hand-in-hand, in starvation they’re afraid to die
Waves move towards the shore shaking their ears like cute puppies
Taking care of sea creatures and throwing all unwanted wastes.
The Mighty Creator is so good, He always let the sun shines again,
Through prayers and strong faith, hope will be strengthen
And when humans, the stewards work with nature in perfect harmony
A brighter tomorrow comes in His Divine Mercy.
April 26, 2013
Second Place
Contest: Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony
Judged: 4/29/2013
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
I seek the civilization’s enlightenment into the stratum of technology
Float the boat in the spurious body making nearest the realm of remoteness
Cannot find that unadulterated poignant love
Lose you at the infringement wave of the Padma River
Lose the royal desired feelings of your sense in this verbose letters
Lose the ecstatic embraced mirror of heart in the cuddling moonlit night
Today I do not find the enjoyment for the careless flattering enjoyer
Even then I seek you in the highest search engine of the modern technology
Seek you in disguise of the luxurious monk of love
-February 23, 2020 Chattogram
To awaken my soul and self,
I chant "I am That" in a repeatative chant;
connecting to my higher conscientious and becoming who I am,
I let myself go and journey beyond conditioned beliefs !
I listen to my beating heart,
to find the power that has always been dwelling within;
and find my truth and my way- and my own original self !
I must be me and that will be so beautiful,
so, I let go of all delusions held;
oh, it is not difficult but enlightenment !
This is a journey without movement - it is an internal journey,
there are no steps to take- just leap;
be arrogant and strong ...
and chant tat tvam asi ,
I am that, I am that, I am that, I am ...
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July 5, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Finding My Higher Self
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1369-078-05
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Tat Tvam Asi
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 08/01/2021
Please tell me there's a healing anodyne,
some kind of mythical enlightenment,
a cure capable of extinguishing the flames
of grief burning deep within my heart.
It's a fire I cannot douse or smother.
If there is a balm, something known to man,
I beseech you, bathe me in its pacifying waters
before my heartache drives me insane.
Cleanse the malignancy lost love has wrought.
In the song of a lark I found a brief respite.
His voice soothed the beast blazing in my breast
but then off he flew before I slept.
My ache found but a moment's relief
then returned to plague me, smoldering again.
I linger in sorrow, without means of escape
from a life of recurring fear and doubt.
Is there no utopian Shangri La or illusive Camelot
where memories of us will not haunt me?
If not, I must endure this anguish to my grave.
In desperation, I planted a garden of herbs
and nibbled leaves of chamomile and yarrow,
but no analgesic did they prove to be.
I should've sown hemlock to end my misery.
What anodyne will succor the look of disdain
I see, when in a mirror I sorrowfully visualize
the love his eyes once held for me?
If the antidote blinds me, I beg to be dosed.
I would sacrifice sight to set my heart free.
June 18, 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3
Sponsored by Mark Toney
In the anchorage of the mundane mind,
detached from the principled roots of sanctity
by the dislodging drive of sequential desire,
untamed instincts shroud the senses.
As the needle of ethical compass breaks,
the vortex of immanent emotions drags the mind
into the fathomless inner depth of deriding abyss.
Beneath the sensual surface of mortal perception,
the mind transitorily shapes the innate images
on the fleeting screen of spreading awareness,
shifting beyond the limits in search of new sensitivity
within the quintessence of unique existence,
the construct of sublime elements of divinity.
In the realm of existential dualism,
with the dark and depraved attributes,
irreducibly distinct from the righteous potency,
human being breathes as God’s generous gift
the divine breath of the devout life,
the intrinsic source of creativity for love and altruism.
The enlivening inner window of enlightenment
lets inside the sacred sunshine of seminal virtue,
highlights the positivity of the persistent psyche,
enhances the defining strength of the spirit,
flowing with the fountain of generosity and empathy,
that finds the cathartic pathway of spirituality.
The spiritual journey is a trying translocation
from vice to virtue to the high stratum of consciousness,
achieved by the introspective dissolution of the boundaries
of the rigid thoughts through transcendence.
As the separation of outside-in and inside-out dissolves,
intrinsic virtue permeates the non-dual awareness.
When the immanent emotions bloom as radiant lotus,
the soul contained within the limits of acuity
finds freedom to merge with the transcendent consciousness
of divine oneness, and fusing with the supreme,
embellishes the sublimated life with heavenly adornment.
The absolute then assimilates the liberated atman.
Having seen an endless hall
doors either side,
I wandered,
a white dingo
joined me
at magnolia runners end
my blood turned to take flight
his fangs crept to
a grimace
as he leaps
Now,
with paws on my shoulders
he laps
from the river coursing
my face
I release what I thought
were exclamations
of a beginning
enlightenment
and brush to cross the fire
searing within my flesh
his mouth took my hand
leading me to the first
of many doors
this is my totem
the path I shall follow
this is just the beginning
my hand rests in destiny’s
soft white coat
stilled
Teachers
and parents
throughout the world
remind us kindness costs nothing.
Compassion is both free
and freeing.
But, those same teachers
and parents
and preachers
may not as directly mention
that meanness risks losing everything
you would care to feel positively healthy,
and not quite so negatively overstuffed wealthy,
Like anger and fear about loss,
Like competitions in escalating bipolar hate
and immigrant Othering,
Like loss of cooperative control,
Like loneliness,
Like criminalization,
judged degenerate,
defective.
We might borrow a chapter
from the natural ecologist's textbook
about walking the second cooperative win/win mile
before anticipating win/lose meanness
in climatic return.
Meanness,
intent to harm,
rather than kindly heal,
costs society,
including privileged Straight White Fathers,
and communities
and families
and individuals,
everything good
healthy
prosperous
promoting well-being,
Like greed
envy
hate
anger
fear,
A bundle of endless need
to escape and shun
and starve and dry up
and heal
to restore ecosystemic justice
Where punishing egosupremacy
continues to fail
to motivate the hearts
of thriving healthy kindness
More redemptively co-invested
in health and safety governing systems
than competitively infested
meanness,
which costs everything,
including loss of Left and Right
cooperative multicultural enlightenment
and sacred empowerment
producing win/win co-invested kindness.
October 16 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Mark 5-6
Key Verse – Mark 5:19 Howbeit Jesus suffered him not, but saith unto him, Go home to thy friends, and tell them how great things the Lord hath done for thee, and hath had compassion on thee.
FAITH IN GOD WHO HAS COMPASSION ON US
God has compassion on us with His commitment
So pure along sanctification’s fulfillment
With His truth against sinfulness-detriment
Toward our faith’s victorious settlement.
God has compassion on us with His spirituality’s oil
So peaceable without turmoil
With His strength against distress-spoil
Toward our faith’s joyous servanthood-toil.
God has compassion on us with His goodness
So gentle along charity’s kindness
With His grace against vanity and worldliness
Toward our faith’s gladness despite hatred’s bitterness.
God has compassion on us with His favour
So merciful along patience’s ardour
With His Word against deception and dishonour
Toward our faith’s discernment-fervour.
God has compassion on us with His Biblical vantage
So good along fruitfulness’ package
With His standards against stewardship-damage
Toward our faith’s spiritual courage.
God has compassion on us with His sovereignty
So fair along judgment’s authority
With His holiness against insincerity
Toward our faith’s power for ministry-involvement’s integrity.
God has compassion on us with His mercy
So triumphant along Scriptures’ supremacy
With His enlightenment against hypocrisy
Toward our faith’s steadfastness with virtuous consistency.
October 16, 2025
storm, weight of rain sloshes
o’er the sides of the acrylic tub
thunder of strobe, eyes blinking
slashes of screams, disaster —
utterance of lips, gutteral
door jammed, eye to eye contact
with the lion and lamb; the owl
on heights of despair interrogates,
scrutinizes, eyeballs the blood seas,
sees all, inspects your history,
his and his too, talons tapping.
outside the storm-beset sanctuary
enlightenment, smoky decanter,
revolt against rage, mercy seeks
mercy great, dumbo’s ears all wet,
humbling effect, spirit genuflect
running, running, out of breath
entangled in net, unseen drooling
at achilles tendon, heel’s devotion
genuflection at soaked-white tow’r,
emptied of a mother’s call, deliver’d
a newborn once more — water
breaking, agony of childbirth
the ruination of seeds, road rage
— off course; after impregnation
of tumbling weeds, g.p.s turned off
God is greater than all this. Later
it seems frivolous. Weight was great —
shoulder-pounding, tremulous.
But He comforts us
as if we had a boo-boo —
God, great and wonderful
cleanses the germs
thoroughly, applies bandaid,
kisses the wound; also
the forehead
mother’s heart and stomach
patched; her seething brain
restored to sanity
God moved
the husband’s hand to phone
softened hearts of stone
punishment was puny
Three cords intertwined
A fourth runs through and through
Spirit of release and joy
the Lord allows not
the ruination of a mother’s soul;
pulls her close — nose to nose
with the lion, lamb and owl
she can only smile now
8/12/2020
Brian Strand’s contest