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Have you ever felt the heat, from a hot July night. I lay in a pool of sweat, as the water drops ran off of me. I heard the clock strike twelve, it was now midnight. Awakening to the bright sun light, I was kissed by a passing breeze. The cool air covered me, as it filled the morning room.
On first January, I walked into an old church
With a long and impressive history!
To behold it decorated in a fresh and new way
To welcome 2022; A new year
Filled with fresh opportunities and fortunes
A year to build our identity a new
Where we communicate faith filled words
And allow goodness and mercy
To permeate from every fiber of our being!
Although, the last few years
Have been full of tests and trials
And did put us on a survival mode
Yet, now, it is time to come out of
Our self-preservation and indifference
Because the future is here!
When we hear of wars and famine
As raging waves threaten
To pound and rock our boat with fury
Let us not put our trust on old buildings
But, trust in God for smooth sailing!
Since the Great I AM is in the boat with us
As I hear at a distance
The age-old parish priest sing
“The joy of the Lord is our strength”!
Cheerful spirit prevails in her* p o e m s and
comments
Asserting indeed care-propped, love-filled
affirmations
Rays of hope do glow from her verses and
rhymes
O p e n i n g toward faith r e f l e c t i v e
opportunities
Lessons to ponder along realities w o r t h
learning
Yes, Carolyn’s w i s d o m** with blessed
yearnings
Nurture P S readers by friendship she has
nourished.
*I consider Carolyn Devonshire as a mentor. God be praised and thanked for her life and talent she shared with us through the PS. Likewise, I thank Carolyn for being an influence to my poetic endeavour.
**Proverbs 31:26 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
August 9, 2021
1st place, "Tributes to Carolyn" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 8/18/2021.
The earthquake came without a warning
On that terrible Monday morning
When the ground shook the building collapsed
moments like hours as time elapsed
There I was trapped under the rubble
Some how protected in a bubble
Living a nightmare fully reclined
In a space only partially defined
How am I still alive?
Is there anyone out there?
It is so dark
Oh so dark
God please help me
Mary I love you
Why am I still alive?
I am so glad to be alive
Darkness just darkness
hand held out in front of eyes---
Water drips on face
Now I have a way to sustain life
I want to reunite with my wife
Lonely hours soon turn into days
Here in the rubble I lay and pray
Tap, tap, tap, I hear a distant sound
Is it possible I will be found?
My heart beating fast filled with new glee
There are still people looking for me
Miracle moment a shaft of light
It hurts my eye because it's so bright
When I see a face I start to cry
This hole not my tomb I didn't die
I wrote for the shaft of light contest before reading directions. Oops
Three forms, Rhyme, Free Verse and Haiku.
The midnight sky is filled with stars
that sparkle 'round the bright full Moon,
while mirror image on the lake
so softly ripples in her glow.
As crickets sing their mating song,
and palm trees sway in summer's breeze,
my eyes look toward the glowing sky
and think about how small we are.
Alone I sit on this grand night
with nature 'neath this lovely sky,
and watch Moon's silver shining light
paint surfaces from far away.
With her, I'm drifting through a void
we share in this grand Universe;
so close and yet so far away...
she smiles at me with Luna-Love.
August 5, 2018
~2nd Place~
Contest: Beauty Of The Night
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Judged: 11/17/2022
I love a heart who knows
That heaven is its home
I love a heart who gives
From deep within its core
I love a heart who lives
To reach another soul
I love a heart who tries
To be a friend of gold
I love a heart who smiles
When someone does well
I love a heart who cries
When another is hurting
I love a heart who decides
To always live with purpose
I love a heart who defines
God’s will with true loving
~
I love a heart who is filled
With compassion and hope
Feelings that thrive, alive
With benevolence and peace
Feelings that are so aware
They’re needed to bring joy
They’re a part of the spirit
That sends God’s love outward
Toward the people who need
It the most, the people who
Are poor, afraid and lonely
~
I love a heart who is giving
Beyond what I can describe
A heart that loves humbly
Without the slightest pride
YOUR FACE WON'T CRACK
Woke up this morning to brilliant sunshine
What a way to start the day
My spirits couldn't be higher
Old Mister Sol and I go back a way
When he drops by, can't wipe off this grin
From my very ancient mug
Amazing how Sol can affect our moods
You could call it a happiness drug
Only happy thoughts should fill our brains
Maybe lost a bunch on the markets
But we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off
And banish the gloom and darkness
Each day's filled with promise and opportunity
So smile and hang on for dear life
There's bound to be good stuff just up ahead
Coz you don't get to go around twice
So smile damn it...
YOUR FACE WON'T CRACK
Come to God and get healed
Filled with the spirit and to yield
Don’t just sit there in a mess
Praise His name and be blessed
Put all reasoning to one side
From His love you cannot hide
Yes, put your mind on the shelf
A simple truth knows God can help
If you feel you’re in despair
Turn to Christ he’s true and fair
Just know this, He’s your best friend
Loyal right through until the end
Just talk to Jesus, He’ll be there
To forgive your sins, this I swear
Just confess it, with your mouth
Put away unbelief and doubt
In Him you have all light and truth
Transforming your life through and through
So trust in him not wavering
And let the Holy Spirit in
So if you’re sick in any way
The Blood of Jesus can wash away
There’s not a thing, He can’t do
For He’s the one who created you
Just now read his written word
And all the promises that you’ve heard
Yes, they are for me and you
And who ever reads this golden truth
To God Be all The Glory
In The name Of Jesus
Amen
Bosom friend’s bean feast.
Delightfully enjoying fun filled jamboree.
Graceful tall laddie appearing darkly menacing.
Sat bolt upright with his eyes bored into me.
My mind was still, yet fixed at his stare.
Just then I noticed something unfair!
He was holding his phone vertically,
Phone camera exactly facing me.
Nonplussed and not sure how to react!
Wasted no time, trotted up to him,
To see, what was on the screen.
Yes, there was something, which he slid hurriedly.
I wanted to, but could not snatch the phone.
Still I wanted him to know!
“Look when, in a public place,
Ethically one shouldn’t keep the phone in a way,
That the lady sitting right in front, gets into sceptical purvey!”
“It’s a democracy, how I keep it, is my choice!”
He oozed out the content of his brain.
“Yes, but the rights granted, carry along some responsibilities,
Your ethical impunity, my dear isn’t a synonym of democracy.”
I retaliated harshly!
And the feud ended with a simple “Sorry.”
But the question, that remains is,
“Is it not, an abuse of rights?”
“when we are right, why do we need to justify?”
Why can't we remain morally upright?
The eggs had been colored,
all scattered about
The baskets were hidden,
the children now shout…
“Was he here mom, was he here?”
they yell from upstairs
“Come down and find out,”
she says—nary a care
Their little feet rush down,
taking two steps at once
Wide eyes dart all over,
playing their hunch
Living and dining rooms
they tear with a fever
No corner is safe,
from the incursion of either
“I found it, I found it,"
the bigger one said
The smaller one saddened,
their heart filled with dread
“The Bunny forgot,
there's no candy this year”
From across the big room,
the first start of a tear
“The Bunny never forgets,”
their mother cried out
"You have to look harder,
both inside and out”
And as the front door was opened,
the little one chimed...
“Mom, he didn’t forget,
—it was here all the time”
(To My Grandchildren: Easter 2017)