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Opportunity knocked early for her;
time after time her mom built self-esteem
Mistakes made were life's lessons for learning.
Optimist, she always saw the bright side;
timid, she was not, she could speak her mind.
Misty-eyed, she reflects on her childhood.
Opinions her dad held were often flawed
Timeserving was his favorite past-time;
mistrust was how he looked at everyone.
Opposition? She learned to handle it.
Timeworn phrase of her mom has stuck with her.
"Mistreatment makes you forget who you are."
Oppression is short-lived knowing how a
timeless, almightly Father forgives the
mistrust of mankind throughout the world.
written 10/25/16
I'm so loved by the Saviour with His grace
Such is intimate truth my soul does shout
Propped by redemption of compassion brace.
Steadfastly running along Christian race
My faith proclaims without shadow of doubt
I'm so loved by the Saviour with His grace.
Believing that the Lord forgives sin trace
My heart seeks pardon to cleanse sinful pout
Propped by redemption of compassion brace.
Thankful for blessings filling empty space
My spirit shares hope with this truth about
I'm so loved by the Saviour with His grace.
Fulfilling roles in every assigned place
My commitment stays fixed on divine route
Propped by redemption of compassion brace.
Cheerfully glowing midst reaching-out pace
My service exclaims from selfishness-clout
I'm so loved* by the Saviour with His grace
Propped by redemption of compassion brace.
*Romans 5:8 But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
May 8, 2023
2nd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 36" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 5/20/2023
Out here,
where time forgets its name
and distance wears no shoes,
a single atom dreams
of being seen.
A nebula breathes in slow creation—
a phosphorous wound
stitched by light,
spilling stars like secrets
never meant for mouths.
What lilt remains in the voice of the void?
Even silence has shape here—
serpentine,
a slither of ancient radiation
wrapping the bones of galaxies,
like a mother tucking in
what she cannot keep.
We call it space,
but it’s more:
a cascade of almosts,
of might-have-beens and never-weres,
falling endlessly
through a gravity
that remembers everything
but forgives nothing.
The lunar dust knows—
how soft it is to vanish,
how even your footprints
can outlive your breath.
And Earth, blue with burden,
floats like a question
we’ve stopped trying to answer—
spinning myths into maths,
naming fire with numbers,
hoping to out-code
the ache.
There is a myriad of ways to be alone.
But here,
in this tender, terrible expanse,
we are together
in our unknowing.
And maybe that
is enough
to make us stars.
On the shores of heaven, where peace and love abide
there lives the old, old story – of the Son who once died,
then, was brought to life, restoring hearts to God’s delight.
On the shores of heaven, where every angel sings of hope,
there lives the music, glowing, burning away each fear and hurt
stirring lives to a breathless praise that never stops, on heaven’s shore.
On the shores of heaven, where light shines all the time,
there lives unending joy, assurance that God is still alive
and He will never leave or forsake those who believe He’s alive.
On the shores of heaven, where the sea meets with the soul
reassuring that love has a purpose with everyone who knows Him,
the One who sought hearts and gave up everything to save to the uttermost.
On the streets of heaven, where tall prayers are often hearkened,
there is abundant love that never fades, never stops answering
especially when sinners repent, and remember that Jesus was sent…
to give hearts and souls a second chance, to be born again
to find peace that never ends, to understand the plans
of God who forgives and offers love that forever lives,
love that stills the tears and erases all the fears,
love that shines its light throughout the night,
love that abides, despite the sinner’s pride,
love that confides – grace to save
love this alive, is amazing
Love – saves a life
From hell’s pit
Love – saves the soul
so on the shores of heaven, His people will always sing
with angels who know Him, as the King of Kings.
For Ojemakinde Blessing Oluwapelumi
Our father
Let her days go farther
Who art
Enriching Thy words in her heart
In heaven
To fulfilling her career's dream work in Devon
Hallow be
Grace to caress this decree
Thy name
Bring her and her destiny out of shame
Thy kingdom come
Her organs do be in form
Thy will
That devil be still
Be done
Have enough fun
On earth
Bless her darling worth
As it is
That destiny fulfilment comes at ease
In heaven
Make favour her working leaven
And forgive us
Her as well been a year plus
Her trespass
Make all temptations of her bypass
As she forgives
Plan against her pursuits outlives
Those who trespass
Let her time be of ages amass
Against us
Though cum health, let her not fuss
And lead her not
Into enemies well planned plot
Into temptation
For no one is ever of saint's adaptation
But deliver
Her of every canal's quiver
Her also from evil
Luring heart's desire to devil
For Thine
To do the unexpected divine
Is the kingdom
Where never exist boredom
And the power
Endow grace today cum birthday shower
And the glory
Bring difference to last year's story
For ever
In every of her career's endeavor
And ever
Cum disturbance in whatsoever
Enjoy ...
If my story be told, Lord, I’d have to confess,
I’m a rattlesnake scoundrel, no more and no less.
But I’ll bet even Jesus forgives me my vice.
Seems we both lost our shirt on a throw of the dice.
I’m a graceless, tasteless gamblin’ man,
A working class wager, a Labor Day scam.
Ask not what I’ll give ya, I don’t give a damn.
I’m just a hard gamblin’ man.
I’m a bitter-fruit flower, a weed to the root.
Keep a seven-inch lock-blade tucked in my boot.
See, if life’s been a lesson, then I ain’t learned sh*t.
I’m a bad bridge to cross and a good job to quit.
I’m a ruthless, truthless gamblin’ man,
A head full of fever, a mouth full of sand.
I tip the night porter with blood on my hand.
I’m just a hard gamblin’ man.
Don’t play games with my heart, girl, you’re messin’ with sin.
I’m a slick soulless devil. You ain’t gonna win.
If you’re tryin’ to bluff, I’ll be readin’ your mind.
If you’ve got a full house, I’ll have four-of-a-kind.
I’m a shameless, blameless gamblin’ man.
I’ve been to St. Louis. I’ve been to Japan.
Ain’t slept with a woman I never outran.
I’m just a hard gamblin’ man.
Medical Frontliners:
You’re commended for your caring tenacity
saving lives victoriously, fulfilling earnest duty…
though your personal security
seems to loom in obscurity
you keep trusting the Almighty.
Affliction Survivors:
You’re hailed for your fighting intensity
overcoming trials, keeping your sanity and dignity
rising above health crisis and financial constraints' anxiety
while clinging to Christ Who in His love and pity
heals the sick, suffices needs, as He forgives the guilty.
Soldiers and Police Officers:
You’re saluted for your courageous integrity
defending the country midst attacking calamity
valiantly* facing jeopardy along enigmatic predictability
for the furtherance of peace and order in the society
cognizant of the Lord Who is the supreme Commander in His sovereignty.
Prayer Warriors:
You’re appreciated for interceding with faith-purity
rescuing souls, showing kindness’ beauty
offering hope, radiating blissful serenity
helping them triumph against personal debility
leading them to the Saviour of compassion throughout eternity.
*1Chronicles 19:13 Be of good courage, and let us behave ourselves valiantly for our people, and for the cities of our God: and let the LORD do that which is good in his sight.
July 11, 2020
2nd place, "Warrior" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 7/14/2020.
He sent the light into the world
Providing a way to immortality
Creating a peace that is like a dream
Fulfilling the heart’s deepest desires
With the miracle of God’s Son
The way, the truth, the life
The leader of hope, faith and love
The answer to prayer for peace
The kindness, joy and honesty
The way to the soul’s victory
Because He died there on Calvary
Rose again on the third day
To bring hope of a heavenly eternity
He sent His Son down to our world
Deliverance, Salvation and Redemption
Bringing us the promise of forever
There in a heavenly home with Him
The One who gave us a way to live
With assurance that we would someday be
Given a home there in heaven’s palace
Filling our hearts with compassion and peace
Showing us mercy that leads to the belief
That He will always hold our hearts and souls
In His grasp, where we can be sure that
Love will abide there on the inside, forever
Always promising to bring assurance to our spirit
That God is there with us, always providing grace
To color our hopes in compassion and our dreams
In the light of a peace that passeth all understanding
With Him, there is victory and the promise of a forever
~ eternity spent in heaven where we can be
Loved by a Savior who gave up everything to bring
Us up to heaven, where we will be living eternally
This is immortality and the victory is there with Him
The One who holds my heart and soul in His palm
And gives me the hope to make it through this world
And onto heaven where I’ll know Him more surely
Than I can know my own soul which He always holds
With Jesus, there is the assurance that eternity
Brings with it… love that survives the worst there is
Love that lives and gives and forgives every hurt
With Jesus, there is a home up above that provides
All the joy, peace and love I could ever hope to need
IMMORTALITY YES OR NO Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
July 17, 2021
Inspired by the Gospel song, “Precious Lord, Take My hand,”
by Thomas A. Dorsey
Prerequisite to Peter’s leadership
On the boat, on the sea,
Jesus walks next to me.
It was calm on rough seas as Christ’s feet
tests our faith, opens eyes.
Not a ghost, no disguise.
Refrain: This your rock, O my Lord, you lead me
“Can I come, can we talk,”
I ask Him as He walks.
He says, “Come,” walk to me; wow my feet
on surface, I receive,
still the wind does perceive.
Refrain: This your rock, O my Lord, you lead me
The persist of pied waves
scared me straight, I’m not brave.
As I sink, I cry out to the Lord.
“Help me, please!” A strong grasp.
“Thank you, Lord,” as I gasp.
Refrain: This your rock, O my Lord, you lead me
Safe and sound, as we rock
in the boat; we’re His flock.
Our shepherd brought our boat straight to shore.
We’re in awe of His works.
There’s no doubt, there are perks.
Refrain: This your rock, O my Lord, you lead me
Still warm hands, unsettling.
Christ’s whipping, deafening.
Deny Him? How could I! How I weep.
He forgives readily,
As Christ loves steadily.
Refrain: This your rock, O my Lord, you lead me
Memories are just pieces of my heart left behind for you
Drumming out the beat of our great love
And I'll be watching over baby Grace and and you, her daddy too
From a place where tears just don't exist,
And no one ever raised an angry fist
And my new wings, they fit just like a glove.
And I've still got your back but from above.
I never thought that love could be so easy
Til I spotted you at church that Sunday morn
With your ripped up jeans and inked-up arms and eyes so full of pain
I saw older people lookin' at you with some frank disdain.
But Jesus always loved the most rebellious
And I guess I'm just a little bit like Him
'Cuz I took one look at your cigarettes peeking out to flaunt your sin
And I knew I longed to belong to you and Him.
Memories are just pieces of my heart left behind for you
Drumming out the beat of our great love
And I'll be watching over baby Grace and and you, her daddy too
From a place where tears just don't exist,
And no one ever raised an angry fist
And my new wings, they fit just like a glove.
And I've still got your back but from above.
I thought the day we said "I do" was the best that it could get
Til our little miracle was birthed last year
And I named her Grace to show the Lord forgives both me and you
Because that's the greatest message anywho.
So please don't walk away from God cuz you're the jealous kind
And He wants me back with Him most any day
Because I'll wait for you and Gracie in a mansion in the sky
My body's gone, but our love will never die.
Memories are just pieces of my heart left behind for you
Drumming out the beat of our great love
And I'll be watching over baby Grace and and you, her daddy too
From a place where tears just don't exist,
And no one ever raised an angry fist
And my new wings, they fit just like a glove.
And I've still got your back but from above.