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Affirmatively, we are in God's plan*, perfectly divine
Bestowed with love to bloom with amazing design...
Cherished around the Creator's compassionate caring zest
Definitely awaiting sovereign calendar for grand time's best...
Existence meant to explore and enjoy optimally life eternal
Functional around fellowship transcending the ephemeral...
Geared for glowing by Christ's light against guilt-caused gloom
Hoisted with faith, upheld by love, surmounting sin-inflicted doom...
In the LORD, we are who He wants us to be for His honour and glory
Justified by His redemption holiness, among His redeemed ones in victory...
King is the Almighty who molds us with His best by His workmanship
Loving Him must be our aim midst His offered fellowship toward triumphant worship!
*Ephesians 1:4-5 - According as he hath chosen us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before him in love.
October 1, 2019
Edited on September 16, 2022
ABC in Couplet form
1st place, "Sans mind-body who are we" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 9/23/2022
Blood runs smoothly in a ground.
Sweats are flowing with a sound.
Bullets are flying anywhere.
Screams are shouting in the air.
Crawl on the grass with a brave look.
This battle can’t be written in a book.
Firing weapons are all geared for war.
He thumps himself in a one huge bar.
Trying to avoid the loud explosion,
Pretending no fear is a sad imitation.
Hours of inferno in the field,
Camouflages are naked with no shield.
Life is on risk for his nation.
To achieve peace is his bold intention.
Gone to distant places that they’ve been,
Salute the heroes who are wearing in green.
Let’s express loving touch power
delighting every family member
marked by trust we can offer
securing home with peace-cover
against infidelity wrecker.
Let’s show respect-touch in our truth-declaration
as we strive to build lives with dedication
teaching along virtuous instruction
nurturing next generation
while learning from failures’ frustration.
Let’s be generous with touch of encouragement
midst our care-giving engagement
sharing the Saviour’s divine involvement
declaring Gospel along steadfast commitment
geared by His compassion-fulfillment.
Let’s cheer with approval touch during work partnership
along busyness of business’ entrepreneurship
knowing that co-labourers aid for fruitful followership
enabling the performance of faithful servant-leadership
in our united blissful stewardship.
Let’s guard our fellowship-touch against bond-breaking
since we are brethren of same sovereign King
God’s citizens with supreme celestial marking
worshipping together toward heavenly trekking
reproved from hypocrisy’s lurking.
Let’s reach-out with our friendship-touch venture
vanquishing selfishness of human nature
as well as arrogance upholding discrimination-posture
considering uniqueness exemplified by each culture
so that genuine unity will reign upon earnest charity-gesture.
*1John 4:11 Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.
July 15, 2021
1st place, "Touch My Heart" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 7/20/2021.
I have given contests my very best
only to bruise my ego with unrest
and sometimes hurt within my chest.
I confess to times of being obsessed
with stinking poetry contest-distress.
Feelings from result-upsets are not chronic,
no, they are more geared towards chaotic.
Whenever my imagination goes myopic,
I become a seeker of contest topics
to fast provide fed to my eager muse,
ergo, I have sustained the pain of abuse.
Sad chagrin remains aflame till my joy claims
and strains my reins to make me pen poems again.
I win only the odd inning to earn minimal grinning.
Contests involve allegiances, politics, grievances,
perspectives, objectives and other human messes.
They are entered by a sphere of genuine peers
who, like me, have need to feel they belong here.
Whether my entries are revered and cheered,
or seemingly smeared and painfully speared,
I would spill no ink if contest stink disappeared.
For me, smelly contests heed the strong need
of my self-centered muse who controls my lead.
Perhaps these words are just stinky alphabet turds
that I merged for a contest my muse used to feed.
Born into a culture
Geared toward work
Any slack
Got a smack and a smirk
Money coming in
Went to household bills
No sense dreamin'
When the children needed meals
The longer one traveled
Down the road of duty
The more removed
The heart disconnected from life's beauty
By the time independence came
The chains were securely in place
More of the illusion practiced
To prevent public disgrace
Bound to work that demands
A heart to numb and survive
The TRUTH of LOVE
Invites surrender to be fully alive
To leave the familiar
And walk in the unknown
Requires a surrendered trust
To grow, until fully grown
...not useful, but LOVED and KNOWN
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-28-2026
First and foremost is you
Yes you, all parts of you and gratitude as your plus one for a better attitude, as you well know
Better tag on hard to that grounding of yours,
Solid footing firmly planted to the ground,
Mind geared up to solder to them goals
Stay rooted and aligned, this is your time
Stillness betters focus always, so eyes on the prize, it's game on
First for the count is one to love, your own self perfect place to start
Another is one to look forward to, better days to come your motivation
Then there's the one for you to do right now, here this instant
Embrace the present moment sis, don't just sit and watch life sail past you
Day in day out, breath in, breath out, one day at a time
Mind on daily mantra mode: keep head down,nose clean, eyes always glued to the prize
then proceed to hit repeat
one step two steps, no more back and forth
fall only forward if you can, a crawl to the finish line still counts as a win
First one foot back, then one in front
keep it moving, eyes stay glued to the prize
ears shut to the noise, chin up, rise up, shoulders back, left foot, right foot
choices, engage free will, choices, always wise to the choice
This battle yes, that one you let go and watch from the sidelines if you like
Easy does it, slow the pace down, just trust in the process cos this one is timeless
Rein in the need to fill in the void,look inside you, yes inside I said, stay still hold focus, stand still, your truth to be found inside you sis
Put your back into it, marrow to bone, from inside to outside, soon you will make it, you know you can do this,
You got it your magic key, key to the lock, unlock the secrets of self mastery, that's right bout to master the self now, self governance yea, secrets reveled, life on self rule, marching, finally marching to the beat of your own drum, left right, left right
Ears shut to the noise and eyes glued to the prize as always
First one step in, then two steps,chin up, one day at a time
Then proceed to hit repeat!
Form:
Advocating adherence to the Almighty
Building lives, I am called, by His blessings’ bounty…
Cheering police lady officers as values coach
Devoting time for Bible study with prayerful approach…
Efficient orphanage Mom, striving to be effective
Fulfilling chores along patience of sweet directive…
Geared with persevering servant-leadership governance
Hopeful is my heart to hoist special children with loving guidance…
Involving in church ministries, by faith, for eternal impact
Joyfully sowing Gospel seed midst Scriptural contract…
Kindling fervency of High School creative writing students with zest
Learning am I unceasingly, trying to exemplify what's best…
Meaningfully mixing meat and veggies to my menu’s delicacy
Nourishment I value in feeding children with optimum sufficiency…
Opening opportunities toward stewardship maximization-bliss
Purposive are set programs my Social Work responsibility can’t miss…
Quieting myself from pressure as I silence pets’ quirk
Rest my soul seeks, after checking Bible College students’ work…
Studying for weekly virtual and actual face-to-face discipleship
Tenaciously, my commitment is propped by the God* I worship…
Upheld upon the Lord’s heavenly calling for gracious reaching-out
Victoriously I continue midst unbelief, fear, faithlessness, and doubt…
Waking with the Saviour’s strength everyday to fulfill entrusted roles
X-factor of my new being keeps on achieving motherhood goals…
Yielded to the Master Whose way is perfect, granting favor to my task
Zenith of haven’s fortress I reach while in poetic moments, I sublimely bask.
*Colossians 3:17 And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.
Abecedarian with couplet form
February 14, 2024
1st place, "A Poet Plus" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 2/23/2024
Nestled within loving home’s nurture
inside family, shielding against hatred attacks
having parents as human fortress, greatly steadfast
around siblings exuding sweet belongingness-warmth…
Verily blessed am I to experience wondrous heaven on earth.
Called to be a part of the body of Christ
worshiping the Lord with brethren in spirit and in truth
praising, adoring the Saviour for His compassion so great
midst ministerial stewardship for reaching-out along caring bliss…
Indeed privileged am I to have a part in fulfilling heaven-propelled endeavors.
Illumined with the Holy Spirit
bought with the blood of my Redeemer
sustained against ephemeral cravings of the flesh
geared to behold magnificence of the Deity by trust’s vision...
My heart longs to dwell in heaven where the Triune Providence reigns forever.
Steadfast in advancing God's kingdom
declaring the Gospel according to the Bible
that the Father, love-driven, sent His only begotten Son
Who did sacrifice Himself willingly for mankind’s redemption…
Here am I prayerfully leading others via the ordained Way to heaven.
Thanking the Almighty for gift of eternal life
through faith in the Messiah --- the way, the truth
now ransomed, re-created, imparted with divine nature
to please Him, walking in His righteousness along holy paths…
Privileged am I to be among His peculiar people, sanctified heaven* residents.
Excited for the celestial abode with streets of gold
delighted to inhabit great mansion built by the Sovereign
persuaded upon Scriptures’ truth that in His realm peace dominates
of no sickness, no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither pain**…
I exalt GOD, Who in His mercy, grace, and kindness, ushers me to heaven!
*Revelation 21:1 And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea.
**Revelation 21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
May 31, 2020
3rd place, "Heaven" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle; judged on 6/2/2020.
Springy my thoughts of bunny hops, wiggles
of sunflowers in zephyr sweep. The seeds,
of dust to dust, burst forth in strong giggles.
The progeny of life does pluck grief’s weeds.
Suppose, the sun didn’t shine on yellow highs,
The pierce of thorns didn’t bleed for our rebirth.
The seed just burns…no bonny buds…the sighs
of wings, lifting the rock, thus stopped…no worth.
But, flowers bloom in living hues, refuse
to die without one child. Bunnies succeed
to sire in multiples; of pinks, of blues.
Sunrise lifted the Son, scattered the seed.
Green nights of hope, just sleep, with sun geared up.
Newborns of Spring wriggling whilst we tear up.
All things can tempt me from picking up my pen,
but the most demanding is housework and men!
I sit at my desk, I’m all geared up to write
Son begs please wash my jeans, I need them tonight!
I grab dirty clothes, pile them in the machine -
He will hang them outdoors when they are all clean!
Son retreats to his room, soon he’s sound asleep
I’ll hang out his laundry – my writing can keep!
He bounds in the room asking ‘mum what’s for tea’
I’ll prepare a meal - then write my poetry!
NB . My son has flown the nest - fictional poem for contest
All Things Can Tempt Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beth Evans
11 syllables each line
2/20/20