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Blissful emotional, physical, and spiritual state
(alternately titled Ataraxia)
No rhyme nor reason
explains ecstatic feeling woke
bright eyed and bushy tailed psyche
weight of the world
(think Atlas shrugged)
and/or mysterious Sisyphus
regarding former fate did unyoke,
while immense burden freed the latter
either one or 't'other analogy
allowed, enabled, and provided
unexpected reprieve, each reconnoitered
at convenient joint
rolled their own,
and took prolonged smoke
felt themselves as if in dreamland
hooping, pray née wishing
never to provoke...
stealing their lightness
of being with one thunderstroke
of wand, now think Voldemort
(Harry Potter nemesis), i.e.a mean bloke
exempli gratia re: "theft of death"
one whose path,
I would never fain
to cross, wha... iz zat
some kinda lame joke???
Nevertheless the two,
albeit fictitious gents
aforementioned larger
than life characters,
no no no... agents
provocateurs did espouse feeling
unbridled exuberance
communicated nonverbal
crystal clear subtle signals
to each the other regarding
most striking events
exceeding giddiness re:
measured in iambic accents,
than any costly expense
sieve sabbatical writing poetry,
especially Mephistophelean tense
chock full of suspense
romance, drama, comedy...
danse macabre no absence
spanning any genre
plus unfortunately saddled with immense
Earth shaking burdens without sense
and sensibility, hence...
analogous to this poem,
not worth two pence!
I have been to places of great death:
walking the battlefield at Gettysburg,
as a lusty young man of no firm belief
who stepped between the great rocks
of Devil's Den and felt his soul shudder
as though he had been a soldier there,
and died in fear a long, long time ago.
I taught my tongue to the gentle Khmers
as civil war raged and the killing fields
were being sown-- I left before the
heartless murdering began, the killing
of over a million: teachers and students,
doctors and peasants, the old, the young,
each with a photo taken before dying,
their images taped to classroom walls.
And when I visited Hiroshima, now myself
chastened by death's touch, and knowing
my soul real, knowing of meaning absolute
and of unseen forces working good or ill,
as I stood at the first ground zero, I once
again shuddered to feel the pull of madness
(though I knew not if it was my own or some
remains of that evil which brought the fire
and brimstone of a world wide war...).
But by then I knew I could pray, and so
opened my desperate heart and sought
His mercy. Suddenly I saw a sort of angel
who took me from that place of insanity,
healing me while we wandered by the
beauty of the Inland Sea as my storm
calmed and left me, never to return....
I have been to places of great death, and
I have felt death's cold, careless hands.
Yet now I know what death itself fears:
the Light, the light eternal which carries
souls beyond time itself, like the winds
of a Love exceeding all understanding.
Temporary nirvana (albeit elusive),
nonetheless I strive to access
attaining bliss mine soul bless
exceeding exhilaration winning
(with fewest moves against
deadly opponent) bittersweet game,
where life analogous playing chess
mortality embraced hesitantly, I confess
gnarled, knotted, pitted... old fingers
wrinkled mottled flesh doth dress
unavoidable senescence
upon body politic mortality doth express,
though severely myopic,
yours truly eyewitness
self positing query,
asper meaning of life
oft times rhetorical question fathomless
lacking satisfactory resonance,
this mind strives to second guess
time spent probing haphazardness,
asper gaining insightful purposefulness...
coalesces, sans clarity when idleness
experiences Zen, albeit approximately
inducing light trance smooths jaggedness
inviting mindfulness, lucidness, keenness...
absolute zero distraction eases lamentableness
assuaging, deepening, massaging
psychological state with limitless
ascendence toward manageableness
decreasing mental din and clangor
allowing, enabling, providing...
cerebral nearsightedness
to escape into temporary nothingness,
a foretaste of eternal obliviousness
free from preponderant woes,
incessant sweaty palms, a painless
dimension unfeeling unimaginable quietness
impossible to envision raptness,
when death be not proud reiterates stillness
silencing roiling tempestuousness!
Unworthy am I, yet God loves me well
His compassions fail not; that I can tell
Enabling me to place my trust in Christ*
Fortress of my soul; in Him, I’m sufficed.
Undeserving, but I’m endowed with grace
Made possible by the Lord’s mercy-brace
Offering to me His fellowship sweet
Marked by pardon of wondrous kindness’ treat.
Unchained from sin-bondage of woeful pain
Granted by the Saviour along faith-gain
Freeing me from damnation caused by guilt
And ushered to blessed hope truth has built.
Unfailing Word of Almighty prevails
Since His great omnipotence never fails
Assuring me eternal life as gift
While ensuring transformation uplift.
Unfathomable is goodness divine
So wondrously awesome is the design
Letting me thank the Creator with bliss
Serving Him through others I should not miss.
“And the grace of our Lord was exceeding abundant with faith and love which is in Christ Jesus.” 1Timothy 1:14 of the King James Bible
November 9, 2022
2nd place, "Writing Challenge - Unburden a 'U' Word-" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 11/12/2022.
Divine things eternally great
Bestowed by God from His bounty
Claim with faith of obedience-rate…
Divine things eternally great
Peace, joy, grace, love and blessings’ crate
Triumph in their goodness-beauty…
Divine* things eternally great
Bestowed by God from His bounty.
*2Peter 1:4 Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust.
April 4, 2019
6th place, "Writing Challenge 1- April, 2019 - It's All About 8" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 4/21/2019.
Do you know the acceleration and speed of the cheetah? Have you heard about the strength of the oak tree?
Are you aware of the flexibility of the palm tree? The cheetah is said to be the fastest animal on land with speeds exceeding
50 miles per hour. His acceleration is great, but he must capture
its prey quickly because he cannot long sustain such speeds.
In our walk with God, we need not be the fastest in the faith, but may our faith be of the kind that is deeply rooted in high
sustainability. May our faith be strong as the oak tree, ever pure and lasting. I have a fruitless mulberry tree
that worries me and a palm that doesn't. May our faith
be as the palm that may bend and sway, but will not break.
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Imparted with divine nature* thru my Saviour
Dead to self am I toward righteous behavior.
Empowered by Holy Ghost’s ministering might
Nourished spirit of mine seeks to shine in God’s light.
Tried and tested in faith-challenges’ crucible
I’m upheld by my great Lord Who does enable.
Taught with illumining precepts from the Scriptures
Yielded is my soul for willing servant-gestures.
Offering my all to my Master’s good orders
Follower am I to Him within His borders.
My Father in heaven leads me to victory
Influencing me to declare Gospel story.
Now alive in Christ, I do thank Him for His grace
Exalting Him earnestly with worshipful praise.
*2 Peter 1:4 "Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust."
Acrostic with Couplet
February 7, 2019
2nd place, "I Died a Little Inside" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 2/10/2019.
I wonder if some part of me was running,
while I gathered up my thrills in wanderlust;
scattering them like dust to the fire, that feeds a lazy afterglow.
The Adventure of Wonder. The one I embellish just a little,
because that time away is my big trophy
full of glitter. I can't hardly reach in without distortion.
My portion of that place was different than I expected-
a beauty exceeding the dreams
I'd constructed from photographs, but it was tamed and balanced-out.
Tugged under gray skies like a great god asleep in some hidden cave
beneath a thriving city.
And I made to-do lists daily, as I'd done in college to ease the pressure
(with specially constructed spots for sightseeing)
And some days when I wandered off to little Irish villages,
I looked for better places to stuff the notes
of future plans. (I found them everywhere)
I found them even in the glare of the rocky cliffs that stood naked
to Atlantic winds. And I shoved them in and went off
and saved them inside my tiny travel-friendly lap-top, which I took
even on days that I felt like a god,
because no one I knew would ever walk the same places
I had. I grew up and I grew proud
and then lost it again, when plans
collided with the world that was. And the cycle repeated;
It still does.
And when the day finally came that I descended
hazy-eyed from the journey of dreams, I felt the same
as the day I left. That familiar blend of joy and thrill
and anxiousness, that leaves my chest tight for days.
Weeks passed before I grieved.
A dancer in Leeds once told me:
sometimes all you need is a new pair of eyes
not a destination. I believed her,
and I still do.
And I'm happier too, when I see the faces
of the ones I'd missed; the memory of something lost still fresh.
But then there's that other feeling,
the one I let take me across the Atlantic
like a stranger with welcoming eyes (that somehow seem familiar)
that has me writing everything down, arming against disaster.
Only now the notes die faster.
I wave them off hoping in the future (when that twenty-something year-old
sense of urgency dies, or transcends into realities of peacefull coping)
I can use them as a witness to myself, and they'll tell me nothing's lost
in the breakdown. Everything just comes and goes.
And whether we've never had it, or we have it all,
I think I'll never know. There are those things
we must learn to let go.
The Urban Blight.
I returned tired from an outing.
Everything was around uneasily, misery, and exceeding.
The silence overwhelmed me.
The wounds got comfortable in my heart plea.
The difficulties wore me out.
Also, the surprise bolsters over the cry of doubt.
My pulse comes back at that point.
Who would have helped me to slack?
In my spirit, I converse.
We are searching for outstanding merit.
I request for this to resound all over again.
Besides, I realize I haven't lost any labor.
But maybe I missed the ending.
I confer from the beginning.
With my mighty deep angel.
From the birth that portrays me.
I can’t contain my glee.
What's above, and no spies.
Only letters were made of pain and cries.
With truthful Subtleties portrayed.
In public places, to no avail.
In the County at High Level.
Oh, the deceptive sound.
Only accept that you barred your shield.
And you look for such a form of survival.
Acquisition of fish from the oceans
Quit feeling worried.
Resting well above mists, Withstand.
Also, you'll attain a lift in the early morning.
Above anyone's side
A plane as Well, as a gun.
Then again, a ton of hands.
I am cheering for your grip forward.
Often, overcrowding of folds.
People started to fade under the crowds.
The ancient world ruined itself.
Just analogous to the beam mist of Pharaoh.
Birds have fled from its towers.
We were sitting close to spring flowers.
The stars are scattered as well.
To expose an illegal entry.
The Deserted Pathway
Neediness, always,
Additionally, greediness
Often, the darkness.
Blessings* God unceasingly bestows
Breath of health always flows
Benefits today toward bright tomorrows
Birthday gratitude of mine glows.
Brand new year through each day’s goodness
Beauty of heart midst spiritual fullness
Building lives with the Lord’s graciousness
Birthday prayer of mine midst joyousness.
Best service to offer with utmost commitment
Buttressed by the Saviour by His engagement
Braced upon His constant assured endowment
Birthday goal of mine for stewardship-fulfillment.
Birthday gifts along greetings, warmly endearing
Bliss-filled wishes for triumphant life, heavenly enduring
Brothers, sisters, friends and loved-ones verily caring
Birthday well-spent, worshipping Christ around His fellowship’s securing.
*Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ.
March 9, 2020
Alliteration and rhyme forms
For enabling me to enjoy my birthday celebration on March 8, I thank God, my “exceeding great reward” (Genesis 15:1).
To all of you, thanks so much for your greetings, love, prayers, support, and gifts. The Lord’s blessings be with you likewise.
6th place, "Your fave poem 2020 not written for a contest" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 6/18/2020.