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Blushing cheeks of horizon--
A kiss of golden sun,
Periwinkle on magenta--
Caress of amethyst dawn.
Floating random motion
Are hazy white clouds,
Humid air combustion
Aroused by the oceans
Is birthing new storm,
As albatrosses glide
On stone-color heights.
Nascent ashen canvas
Exuding accents gray--
Garb of celestial glumness
Harboring fleeting rain.
Behind misty rain drops
Rainbow colors lurk,
Spectrum that glitters--
Radiance of smart prisms.
Music that is heard
Is call of singing birds,
Winds can be seen
Where leaves flutter,
Soft twilight bending--
Art of mauve evening.
Onset of charcoal dark--
Day’s sullen goodbye,
Twinkles in the night--
Welcome starry smiles.
May 20, 2020
Placed 1st: Brian's Choice O Contest
Pull out the easel
set the canvas
positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
to charcoal-cooled coals
etching in shadow images;
Faceless entities
slipping in and out the background
earth-toned sojourners accepting, alone, quiet, dying;
Still the images in silence
hard and disfigured
grotesque horrors in place;
Somber soul-drained eyes
skeletal socket holes
buried in the heart and mind;
Let tears fall down their cheeks
in wonder, awe, and
fear of what happens next.
Acrylic primers dilute the wash in the storyline
flaking and cracking
tearing each soul and truth away;
Polyptych blended burnish bleeds
quiet, soft exuding
whimpered cries, asking why;
Chiaroscuro collages of death from life
fading to diluent breaths
the heartbeat of an unholy silence;
Graded gouache monochrome scraper boards
releasing sfumatos of singularities
communal lives sacrificed
Varnish the final rendition
camouflage the realities,
the actuality of what it represents,
Time immemorial in genocidal atrocities
of Native Americans, Cambodians, Hawaiians,
Jews, Rwandans, Bosnia, Darfur,.
When does it stop?
The never-ending list
life is more precious than this
until change comes
Paint the Picture Black and Gray
pray
then act.
Treasure like the moon, so close i can see it, yet so far from my reach.
Treasures like you, always there close for reach maybe too close for my notice.
What treasures i have found, such treasures i will selfishly keep.
For i bared the lands of men, scraping for that one particular treasure,
that all life is worth & without it, purpose in life we cannot fathom.
Beautiful treasures truely i found yonder, of exquisite workmanship.
All finely cut from various pracious stones of vibrant hues.
Through time the treasures proved perishable and worthless,
they left me holding the wind in my bosom, as afore i had got them.
All despair and pain praising all life worthless.
All out and afar to yonder space, i gave chase to the winds
'till i was winded and outdone & in my firm grasp i unfurl the wind and
my gaze (bour) upon it, as pracious time wasted.
Then i met you, treasure like the moon, your voice called & i answered,
and right there i beheld your presence.
Your voice unfurling treasure, your eyes exuding love.
Then i caught hold of a nugget and now the winds i've chased made sense, i've longed & found
a nugget that fits me well................
Nature’s handiwork God designed
Showcasing wondrous color blends
Foliage of amber, crimson, brown
Radiates transformation grand.
Evoking awe for masterpiece
Nature’s handiwork God designed
Midst pathway carpeted with gold
Welcomes blessings* heaven bestows.
Assured with gracious beauty wealth
Exuding peace and bliss sublime
Nature’s handiwork God designed
Inspires hope kindling hearty mirth.
Faith soars toward fortitude height
Thanking* omnipotent Maker
Gripped by Autumn’s magnificence
Nature’s handiwork God designed.
*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.
August 24, 2022
Edited on November 4, 2025
S –haring goodness of God while His serenity spreading
P –roduces joy as peace from the Lord keeps on pervading…
R –evival prevails and restoration reigns with reassurance
E –arnestly cheering hearts along encouragement-endurance…
A –ffirming friendship bonds around fellowship agreement
D –elighting others for harmonious relationship-development…
I -nstilling kindness rippling toward inspiration-venture
N –ourishing spirit that breeds sincere helpfulness nurture
G –earing up every one toward generous giving-sharing gesture.
H –ere am I, striving to be a spreader of God-granted happiness*
A –biding in His presence while exuding bliss with assertiveness…
P –rayerfully showing the Lord's love through Gospel proclamation
P –ropelled by hope overcoming trials with faith’s progression…
I –nspiring others, treating all with respect and cordial interest
N –odding for agreements midst smile, becoming a blessing nest…
E –ver-rejoicing in truth while teaching along mercy endearment
S –ecuring fellows for eternal safety in the Saviour’s solacement
S –urely letting Christ’s peaceful joy reach neighbor’s settlement.
*Psalm 144:15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
April 4, 2023
1st place, "Spreading Happiness" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 4/15/2023.
With gratitude zeal from the heart
Exuding worshipful bliss
My soul praises the Almighty
Revived by the Holy Ghost
While faith does gaze yon firmament
Vanquishing doubts that bombard hope…
Directed toward caring kindness-route
Thankful* spirit keeps on radiating exuberance
Moved by the Lord’s tender mercy
To overcome apathetic arrogance
Smiting cold dealings...
Reverberating heavenly triumph
While optimizing reaching-out fulfillment
Grateful life creates poems spontaneously with vibrant mirth
Exalting the Creator Who warms grace, joy, and peace for sharing glow.
*1 Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
April 8, 2025
3rd place, "National Poetry Month Word Prompts" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Crystol Woods; judged on 4/14/2025
I spotted her in the enchanted forest, where the trees whisper tales,
She stood there smiling, like an ephemeral and mysterious star,
Exuding an ethereal elegance, in a white veil that swayed gently,
Tassels like little bells adorned her chic and graceful dress.
Her beauty was an old sweet song that penetrated the soul,
Her aura was a living canvas, a painting that drew curious gazes,
In a moment, a flash eternalized the moment, a gentle touch,
But she responded with a sting, leaving a painful mark on the skin.
I search for the story of this Lily of the Valley in the vast cyberspace,
Ah, what a sublime name and what a captivating presence she hides,
But a deeper look reveals the truth hidden beneath the surface,
Sweet poison under the surface's shine, a play of illusions.
A careful look unveils the secrets beneath the delicate petals,
Like an influencer hiding poison in the pink pearls of her necklace,
The first impression is not always the one that lasts forever,
She is the mistress of illusion, a mix of beauty and hidden danger.
Those trademark circular elements of style in vogue every four years
When the crème de la crème of the athleticism
presents itself on the world stage
Suspending and transcending any present day internecine conflict
Allowing, enabling, and proffering the five continents
And gathering of top-notch mental, physical and spiritual prowess
Extant with adroit prolific curved arabesques on one corner of the globe
That (like Noah with his Ark kit) human techno wizardry
Bedazzles viewers charting unparalleled feats
Whereby the human body defies the laws of physics and challenges gravity
Fielding a hypnotic colorful tapestry
Whereby the woof and warp of any melancholy moody blue, mellow yellow
Gunmetal green, roman a clef real time red doth white out
The dark knight, temporarily sequestered in a bishopric
Of faux queenly royalty, where a pawn
out the parapet of her castle keep
She imbibes requiem toward protesting the limits of *****sapiens
Inherent parameters, where fluid dynamics
of each most supreme contestant
Sans his/her specialized arena
Further the prior leg holds with free from arm-twisting head lock
And make a mockery of invisible manacles
Purportedly and formerly believed to tether man/woman kind
With unbreakable hidebound genetic/ chromosomal restraints
But nay to those who professed impossibility against the reins
Boxed and fenced in by bow rings set by Mother Nature
Well nigh obsolete and superfluous
What with evident burlesque stellar performances
Leaving the spectators starry eyed with collective mouths agape
As polished prominent performers blithely offset previous milestone
Setting a new yardstick to measure the Olympian capacity
That Heracles and Zeus would most likely deem
as some sort of magic trick
Yet lo, the sensational and majestic pageantry absolutely serious
Lying to rest what used to be merely amateur games
Whereby most any novice could coax a charade, façade, travesty et cetera
Without fear of getting flagged, but phenomenal exhibitors of today
Can nearly bank on netting a truckload of worldly wide wealth
Whereby a hand-made Scottish tartan Harris Tweed welcome mat
Ushers August men and exuding mettle and iron clad dedication
With pomp and circumstance into pantheon of future legends!
Form:
Life's trials make me cry for mercy's flow
Beseeching to gain relief against pain
While my heart needs peace I want to prevail
Seeking God for His compassionate grace
To vanquish gloom out of worry and doubt.
Crying mercy* shouts for triumphant glow
Radiating hope along harsh terrain
While I conquer downfalls and woe that ail
Trusting the Lord toward championship ways
Overcoming crises and hardship's pout.
Exuding worshipful gratitude-bliss
Blest so well by crying mercy's delight
My spirit now stays in thanksgiving light
While reaching-out with faith from love’s abyss.
*Lamentations 3:22 It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
November 30, 2024
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 47" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 12/11/2024
From the maelstrom inside
the ring a rose of fire-pit
We blindly stoke in order to
create , make and turn
Grains of sand we can then
metamorph into such
magnificence and finery like
Toy marbles for children with
kaleidoscopic eyes trapped
inside to play with
And on a even grander scale
Windscreens aboard a shuttle
rocket so astronauts can see
and plot safe passages ahead
To clouded frosted mystical
crystal ball's so fortune teller
Can relay to all of us what
danger lies ahead in all ours
future's
When alas rather instead we
choose to waste our time
burying our heads in said sand
Than making far better
use of whatsover time we
find ourselves having
being lucky enough to
be blessed with
Like proving something
as dank and dark as sand
Can with a minimum amount
of effort and a little help
eventually become
Something as transparent
and far more beautiful
As a crystal chalice exuding
the colour of a rainbow