Long Extol Poems
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“God is exalted in His power.
Who is a teacher like Him?
Who has prescribed His ways for Him,
Or said to Him, ‘You have done wrong’
Remember to extol His work,
Which people have praised in song.
All humanity has seen it;
Mortals gaze on it from afar.
How great is God—beyond our understanding!
The number of His years is past finding out.
“He draws up the drops of water,
which distill as rain to the streams;
the clouds pour down their moisture
And abundant showers fall on mankind.
Who can understand how He spreads out the clouds,
How He thunders from His pavilion?
See how He scatters His lightning about Him,
bathing the depths of the sea.
This is the way He governs the nations
And provides food in abundance.
He fills His hands with lightning
And commands it to strike its mark.
(for my personal twist read the last stanza];)
Stands tall and hovering this great green landmark lady
The world's most famous gift and token
Welcoming all into Uncle Sam's ethnic potpourri
In her vast melting pot sweet melee awoken.
Pointing as it seems to the star spangled sky
from the land of the stripes and star-spangled banner
Her torch to meet the tourist traveller's eye
while she tires not of standin' in that manner.
Ah this world famous sea-green statue
Her fans would love to have her tattoo
as she welcomes all and sundry
from her pedestal a man-made plateau.
If you ever go there
and have time to stare
View her from the colonnade
or view her from the promenade
With that well-known torch lamp
this mother of exiles champ
She does for welcome and freedom stand
A beacon beckoning upon Liberty Island.
On the Seine River stands her model return gift
just downstream from Eiffel tower
Ah Lady Liberty's one American lady
weilding real worthy super power.
Eiffel designed the Eiffel tower
and he Lady Liberty's designer as well
And Bartholdi her sculptor,
sculpted her so swell.
Extol I may this famous monument
but mine praise can't compare to 'The New Colossus'
A tribute by her own American by Emma Lazarus
Her face too for Liberty's model quite famous.
And when asked personally what I admired most about Lady Liberty
I sighed and replied, 'atleast she wasn't dressed in mini or bikini
for liberty is not in libertine but rather in attires of modesty
Why, milady Liberty thank God you're almost dressed like me
I frown at super models whose role model in dress ain't you nor the Virgin Mary.
LET IT OUT
Self understanding remains my goal
With no part greater than the whole
Yet somewhere within the anger lies
It can’t escape, yet so hard it tries
I’ve tried looking deep into my soul
And see it is in there, black like coal
Such an encounter is a surprise
It can’t escape, yet so hard it tries
Yet now it is playing a different role
As if to be released it can pay a toll
It’ll be making my temperature rise
It can’t escape, yet so hard it tries
It reaches up, almost out of control
And bereft of any virtues to extol
Unlike before, in a different disguise
It can’t escape, yet so hard it tries
Trying hard to breach my protocol
If freed, it’ll leave a gaping hole
But you still can see it in my eyes
It can’t escape, yet so hard it tries
I write upon your heart a poem from desire
unconditional fervor from my soul
to fill your heart's realm of passion
a token to express
without tethers or bonds to suffocate your dreams
to allow your soul to read what love brings
And lift you to the sky on the words of love's wings
to soar among your heart's glorious gleams
with poetic words that confess
from a lover's fashion
which flowed from his heart and touched a heartbeat still whole
and lit our sensual eyes with love's fire
To burn with a trembled kiss and not conspire
as we share this bliss with complete extol
and free the binds of compassion
with romantic caress
from a poem of love with an eternal theme
to leave a melody the soul still sings
1/30/21
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sponsor Constance La France
He is my inspiration.
Creator of Life, you are,
We extol your creative wonders.
We stand in awe at your wisdom,
We're compelled to pause and ponder.
Almighty God, you are,
Astonishing displays of your great power.
Your name for us is our shelter,
Our stronghold and our tower.
Sovereign Lord, you are,
Exercising dominion o'er all your creation.
We surrender to your ascendancy,
In unreserved dedication.
Ancient of Days, you are,
As revealed in your own word.
No one surpasses you in excellence,
Your blessings now conferred.
King of Righteousness, you are,
Your statutes and principles you give.
Wholeheartedly we shall obey your laws,
As long as we shall live.
King of Eternity, you are,
From indefinite past, to forever,
We disown ourselves in servitude,
Our resolute endeavor.
Majestic One, you are,
Incomparable in glory and holiness.
Your resplendent magnificence,
Only you possess.
Alpha and Omega, you are,
The beginning and the end.
Because of your great love, we choose,
To be your lifelong friends.
Praised be your holy name!
J ust and righteous is he.
E verlasting, to time indefinite.
H oly to the superlative degree.
O mniscient, all knowing, all wise.
V enerable, worthy of Worship.
A lmighty in power.
H ighly exalted.
John Derek Hamilton
March 22,2021
Original post 2015
When is ‘Almost Good Enough’
never good enough?
When is ‘Clearly Not Enough’
an ounce more than enough?
When is ‘Almost What You Need’
the most you’ll ever have?
When is ‘It’s Not Only That’
the only thing that’s left?
When is ‘In Almost Every Case’
not in any case at all?
When is ‘In Lieu Of Everything Else’
the thing sure to be missed?
When is ‘In Actuality’
in real terms actually not?
When is ‘To Be Perfectly Honest With You’
the biggest lie you’ll hear?
When is the serious ‘Last Ditch Effort’
the one you continue to try?
When is the ‘Absolute Final Time’
the one you repeat again?
When is ‘Really’ not real at all
and spoken then in vain?
When is ‘Probably’ not probable
or even close to that?
When is the phrase ‘The Bottom Line’
the top of your agenda?
When is the trusted ‘Old College Try’
strictly out of school?
When is ‘Painstakingly Difficult’
the easiest thing you do?
When is ‘No Sweat—The Deal Is Done’
so much harder than before?
When is ‘Let’s Start At The Beginning’
the end of the debate?
When is ‘The Last Word On The Matter’
the beginning of what comes next?
When is ‘So What’ a euphemism
for the most important things you do?
When is ‘It Is What It Is’
categorically not, and never will be?
When is ‘The Bull In The China Shop’
ceramic and for sale?
When is the celebratory ‘Victory Lap’
the one taken in disgust?
When is the magical ‘Three Point Shot’
four points more than its worth?
When is the special ‘Love You Lost’
the only one you’ve never found?
When is the figurative ‘Bird In Hand’
the one that flies away?
When is ‘Bantering Back And Forth’
the silence you extol?
When will your words line with copper wire
to conduct the truth unrobbed
When will you cease to pander and mislead
—naked before the mob
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
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The words they write I must extol
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God,
Universe,
Nature,
This relationship I must foster
This omnipotent essence I humbly extol;
I earnestly seek to possess this power by being meek yet bold.
This gun is the only weapon I need and shall carry
Its power is more potent than the .44 that was carried by 'Dirty Harry.'
God,
Universe,
Nature,
I have bullets in every chamber
I am one with my weapon
I carry it daily at my discretion
I move and walk upright
My weapon, I keep close and tight
God,
Universe,
Nature,
This peace is my protector
I'm covered; I walk without fear
I'm shooting all enemies that aim and try to come near
It's with me and I have the natural right to carry
So, I'm walking in power, and all burdens no longer tarry
My form is a tree, dark desires its leaves
and as I now approach my sunset years,
benign autumn breeze of grace gently sieves,
ego urges that immersed heart in fears.
Energised by silence, cry of my soul,
conjures an intent wave, potent and pure
and as I become light scriptures extol,
the season of change makes my heart demure.
What no longer serves me, just drops away
but ego that dies, in truth never was
and as soul shines like a luminous ray,
God’s bliss flame burns off all my sins and flaws.
Ego shorn, I am, with each breath reborn,
whispers of autumn, birthing a new dawn.
Adoring God, I exalt* His name
As the Creator Who’s immutably the same
Along His resplendent holiness’ fame
Around brightening majestic flame
Amidst my assured salvation-claim!!!
Attentive to God, I extol His sovereignty
As the Leader Who exercises supreme authority
Along His infallible wisdom’s infinity
Around unending ages toward eternity
Amidst my heaven-sealed security!!!
Asserting about God, I experience His presence
As the Guide Who delights in truth’s essence
Along His steadfast Word’s influence
Around sanctifying righteousness-prevalence
Amidst my strengthened faith’s persistence!!!
Approved by God, I exult His glory
As the Master Who triumphs over sinfulness’ misery
Along His timely miracles’ victory
Around perfecting dealings of divine territory
Amidst my joy in declaring the Gospel story!!!
*Psalm 34:3 O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together.
August 24, 2018
9th place, "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 11" Premiere Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney; judged on 1/17/2019.