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I frowned when I found my new pup was gone,
so, I searched all around for my little foxhound,
listening with profound intensity until dawn.
I was gowned but changed; headed to the pound,
in the eastbound lane that would take me there.
I yelled to expound, '"There's no time to spare!"
Traffic moved slowly, so I found a way round it,
now westbound, my nerves were coiled and wound.
I stopped at a campground and called his name, "Jit!"
I heard no barks or mewling. Not a single sound.
Pup, where are you? Hiding behind a hill or mound?
Did you dig holes in the ground, earthy and browned?
Pup, if you're lost, in salty tears I would be drowned.
Fears abound that I would never see his face again.
My spirits low, not much further can they be downed.
I heard, "Woof!" and my heart beat in quick refrain...
Quickly, Jit ran to me, faster than a racing greyhound!
All this time he'd been asleep in my car's backseat.
My pup continues to astound me with kisses so sweet.
He follows me everywhere, hoping for a doggie treat!
~ April 26, 2022 ~
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You’ve given me another year
365 blank pages
To fill up
I know that your ultimate desire
Is for me to fill them in ways
That are according to your will
And that bring you joy
And that make your divine face
Break out into a smile
Of approval and love
That lights up the universe!
I know that I’ve lost the plot
This last year
I haven’t followed the plan
And I’ve wounded you
With things I’ve said
Things I’ve done
Things you wanted me to do
That I’ve left undone
The things I’ve thought
And yes, Lord
The things I’ve written
My unruly and rebellious heart
Grieving your heart of infinite love
You’ve given me life
All the days I live
Are written in your book
Before one of them came to be
You also know
When I will breathe my last
And rest in your arms
And yet….you grant me life
And you keep this heart beating
And this soul breathing
Giving me chances to get it right
Not the call to obedience
Though that is important
But the giving of my heart
And all that I am
Wholeheartedly…
Without reservations
That’s what you want
For me to get right because….
Once that is in place
All the rest follows
I know, Lord
I know…
I am grateful
For this gift you’ve granted me
This birthday I’ve celebrated
I’m grateful that you wink
And turn a blind eye
To many of the things I do
For you remember my frame
And know that I am dust
You know…as high as the heavens are above the earth
Your thoughts are than mine
And so…you are patient
And loving
And devoted to me
You wait
And you long
And you reach out to me
Granting me more days
So that you can recreate me
The way I’m meant to be
More years
To get it right
Because in the end
This life that I live
Is just a breath
I’m a flower
Blooming today
Withering tomorrow
But you want me to be
A forever flower
Resplendid in glory
Blooming for eternity
And that’s why
That’s why
You’ve granted me
Another year
Another chance
To love you!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
*I've used several Bible texts in this poem. I haven't given references, nor have I used quotation marks because I've paraphrased, but I do want to give due credit to His Word...which is a revelation of who He is! :)
This be her desire
To be
She was looking for a man
A Godly man
and in her mind
in her heart she did stand
for a Godly man
for she had a certain standard
not looking for perfection
Just a Godly man
but yet looking for a man striving for direction
and follower of Christ and devoted to God
not a total failure but yeah the human being
but onslaught behavior continuing forgiver
A Godly man
witnessing whenever a believer
not a persuaded just being natural and factual ender
being just believing
I will follow him only as he follows Christ
and when I submit to the sin he does therefore being twice
A Godly man
Father forgive him first this be my empathy
Father forgive me next
So I received this that I believe
the most perfect man for me
is imperfect this he be a Godly man
And in her quest she witness
Out from her breath she still ask where is such a Godly man
2/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
English sonnet
I'm way down here, once more ensnared in pits of my own choice
because I picked that shovel up, my shovel of revolt.
Lord, did you hear me thrash about, unmindful of Your voice,
when I began to tunnel down, the tunnel of a dolt?
Like Jonah long ago, I plunged and trouble follows me.
While in the deep, I find myself quite paralyzed by screams.
But when the dream is done, thank God, your eyes have helped me see.
Once I awake, Your light exposes foolish, willful schemes.
If I'd not made the journey down to worry, guilt and doubt,
I could not see Your advent bright in rays of morning sun,
I would not know Your upward pull and what You're all about -
forgiveness, grace, a clear, straight path. My nights of mourning gone.
When debt and darkness, fear and flight detain me in their sway
I pause awhile to recognize - the Truth, the Light, the Way.
Flower flourishes, then follows the fruit,
Dark clouds gather, only then comes the rain,
Seed’s sown at first, and then arises sprout,
Cause and effect, ah what a sure-set chain!
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Sanskrit translations | 13.01.2026 | cause/effect, change, fruit, rain, seed/sprout, quatrain
Note: Sanskrit has thousands of Subhashhitams, words well said set in a quatrain and metered. Transliteration of one talking about cause and effect follows.
Udeti poorvam kusumam, tatah phalam |
Ghana-udayam praak, payah tat antaram |
Nimitta-naimittikayoh kramah ayam || Subhaashhitam ||
Lovely to know He is everywhere,
For love blooms anywhere He goes,
Answering every fervent prayer-
The source of endless rainbows!
Knowing just what to do and when,
Every single time, right on time;
So shadow flowers may recur again,
And fruit so blushes at its prime.
And creepers know whence to creep,
As bunnies hop in fields of summer;
And Mole knows if he's in too deep,
While each early follows latecomer.
He espies the trailing fireflies,
Glamourizing all the summer nights;
And hears the many fatigued cries,
Of songbirds on southern flights.
He created magic of midnight stars,
And the long slow dance of the moon;
Oversaw our reigns of ancient tsars,
And commanded shadows at high noon!
Frosted windows moon white
In deepest dark, the chill bites
Something takes flight
Shadows linger in the eaves of a house
Haunted by memories n night
Ravens call to the darkest light.
Watching the world burn, its eyes gone white
Something stirs the slumber of chaos in childhood refrain
Turning the keys in the rusted locks
Lost Words and Dark Secret books
Before dawn, blind are the cocks
The rooms are vacant and hollow
Hallow be thy rooks
Still, someone follows, in the darkness of light
A raven sits watching you dream
The dreams of a dreamer dreamt
Under the window covered in frosted moonlight
White n deep along seams of creation bleed
Burning the frames of doors to somewhere
Insane and lost is the dreamers' dream of nightmares
In-flight on memories haunted by hollow rooms
And hallowed halls of a rambling brook
Feeling the coming doom
Silhouetted towers high in a moonlit sky
Frozen are the figures underneath the moon. White.
In the depth of the deepest shadow
In eaves of a house, shallow
Dreams linger like wraiths
Haunted vacant, in pools the night
One clings to tatted n ruined faith
Cast on doors to nowhere, unfound
Frosted under the pale moonlight
Eyes blind unbound
Something stirs the slumber.
Chaos in childhood remains.
Turning the keys, cry rusted locks.
The rooms are vacant, hollow.
Black the murder of crows, flock
Still, someone follows
In the darkness of light, along hidden seams
Ravens, sit and watch you dream!
Loneliness follows me where ever I go,
only companion I have had for long,
people have wandered in and out
of my life like it was a market place,
trading emotions, feelings and thoughts,
for tokens of love or words exchanged,
each with purpose, journey of their own,
shaking hands briefly where roads meet,
but go different ways to destinations each,
through darkness and light, wind and rain,
each person doing a role as they go by,
a mother, a brother, a sister and father,
a daughter, a son some friends and others,
but then the only one that has stayed with me
is a friend who knows when he is needed most,
and lends a hand and talks to me,
is the one that has echoes of myself,
and I even wonder if it looks like me?
we are all in a way lonely in this life,
wading through this mirage of society,
some with prayers and thoughts of God,
and some in silence, in slow steady steps,
but the only reality is the loneliness with us,
and the many lonely in the crowds that
surround us!!
(The Tree poetry form)
Books
Are great
Love to read
They tell stories
Things that fill our mind
With wonder and beauty
Wish I have more time to read
I'm always crazy about them
B
o
o
k
s
Are great
They
Are nice
Wish buy more
Have more around
To read and learn more
Share them with the whole world
Books welcome in every home
And are magnificent great tools
T
h
e
y
Are nice
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
Authors Note: The Tree form, is a new poetry
form created by Dorian Petersen Potter,today,
September 20,2009.
This form is done as follows: 8 lines beginning with one syllable and ending in 8 syllables
then
this is followed by the first word that begins each staza. This word is written vertically by
letter
then followed by the next one or two words that would appear on line two. Subject is optional
and there is no rhyme.
There is no stanza limit , you can write one or numerious.
For Brian Strand's 1392 Poetry Contest
22 June 2025
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/ .-.- \ memory carved into dust—
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" | / \ | \ ) time follows her path.
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Contest Judged: 6/25/2025 2:34:00 PM
1st Place