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Love’s melody has Midas touch
Love says it all and means so much
Love is leaving the world behind
Love generates one’s peace of mind.
Loving someone above all else
That's the real meaning of wealth
Love’s truly what happiness is
Pure contentment and joyful bliss.
Love’s the key that opens one’s heart
Together always from the start
Bountiful blessings come what may
A gift that’s opened every day.
Love raises and gladdens the soul
Love makes your world special and whole
The seed that brings doting displays
And fragrance to auspicious days.
Love is what keeps the flame alight
Boosts the day and enchants the night
Love with all your dynamic knack
Love will come boomeranging back.
Tho' life has many swerves and turns
Love's candle consistently burns
Love gives a reason for living
Love means trusting and forgiving.
Love's a song as precious as gold
A melody one’s heart doth hold.
Cecropia, transported through the night
on satin wings lined white in their design,
hovers over innocence by moon’s shine.
A fragrant bloom has stopped him in his flight,
and on a petal he prepares to light.
He ceases fluttering so as to dine
on that sweet nectar of his valentine.
And I alone am witness to this sight.
The moth and orchid's union gladdens me
as wayside, I am frozen where I stand,
for what I've found, though simple it may be,
has purpose and is nothing short of grand.
Now captured by the beauty that I see,
I let my net slip gently from my hand.
For Brian Strand's "Any Poem of 2011" Contest
Precious creole from a Caribbean haven,
she that inhabits the vacuum of my heart.
Your kiss can quell a heart laden with fury,
to save regiments from a scene of carnage.
A man's long life span of five score and seven
is nothing more than a fruitless lengthy age
in comparison with few seconds with thee.
Nothing else can inflict as much injury
as a minute second your departure
from a heart you have so pierced with Cupid's dart.
Yes my love, you are dexterously fashioned
by divine hands, distinct from every creature.
Nothing at all in this whole world gladdens me
like my love you have so graciously returned.
Form:
May 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Nehemiah 1-4
Key Verse – Nehemiah 1:11 O Lord, I beseech thee, let now thine ear be attentive to the prayer of thy servant, and to the prayer of thy servants, who desire to fear thy name: and prosper, I pray thee, thy servant this day, and grant him mercy in the sight of this man…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY ATTENTIVE PRAYER LISTENER
Lord God, You are my attentive prayer Listener midst reproaching affliction
Thank You for bringing me to Your beseeching mercy and love’s consolation
Always cheering me to overcome stressful situation
By Your joy of salvation.
Lord God, You are my attentive prayer Listener midst afflicting sinfulness
Thank You for granting me answers to my requests’ earnestness
Always healing me from sorrow-causing sickness
By Your welfare-seeking helpfulness.
Lord God, You are my attentive prayer Listener midst consuming pride
Thank You for strengthening me against doubts that deride
Always allowing me to progress in my holiness’ stride
By Your power to overcome challenges that have me tried.
Lord God, You are my attentive prayer Listener midst hindering delays
Thank You for upholding me so I can give You sincere praise
Always restoring me toward revival ways
By Your protecting grace.
Lord God, You are my attentive prayer Listener midst scorning humanism-blight
Thank You for checking me against secularism’s might
Always teaching me what is biblically right
By Your Word that shows Your truth so bright.
Lord God, You are my attentive prayer Listener midst attacking misery
Thank You for fighting for me against deceiving adversary
Always pulling me from feebleness’ fury
By Your counsel for my victory.
Lord God, You are my attentive prayer Listener midst besieging burdens
Thank You for propelling me labor and harvest in fruitfulness’ gardens
Always sanctifying me against bitterness that hardens
By Your mercy which peacefully gladdens.
May 2, 2023
Learning is fun…
…attested by my Geography class
enabling me to own a Madrid post card prize
in finding Segovia midst jigsaw puzzle bits.
Learning becomes a joyous endeavor…
…assured by my Grammar experience
when laughter burst out as I uttered:
“See, go, via Madrid in visiting Spain.”
Learning continues as a jubilant pursuit
…addressed by my Values subject
while I was exhorted to pray and support
missionaries going to Segovia and Madrid.
Learning still gladdens me
…aroused by my Computer assignment
to search in the internet Segovia and Madrid
making me a virtual tourist of those places.
Learning more about God is the best
...adhering to His truth*, freeing soul from deceit
for faith's triumph and hope's anchor
toward joyous enlightenment in His love.
*2Timothy 2:15 Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.
July 30, 2019
Poetry Challenge: Use of "Segovia and Madrid"
Edited on May 18, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND NO 760,any form any theme" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/18/2020.
With a hearty laugh, and scallywag's glee
I've acquired their riches, and conquered the sea!
Like a timid lass... they will turn, and flee
showing their backsides, to the likes of me!
Lily livered, they're fearin' my brand!
Shiverin' they be, till they're walking on land!
Arrgg!! shouts first mate, calling out to the crew,
"Tally-ho!" fills me ears, as the chance now ensues
Setting sail in a race, up high on the waves
I spy with my glass, wily cowards to chase
'Tis we, mighty foes, that will ransom the sea!
Mighty bold is me, with me old pirate's creed!
Alas! there he is, what a fool is he!!
To rush into battle with the likes of me!!
Sailin' the waves on the blimey sea
Stung by a sword, the scallywag flees!
How swift he sails, along in the blue..
Yo ho ho! Thar' he be!
He'll be countin' his days, and soon on his knees
A sorry tale, will allot him, his sword just a broom
Me' cross=bone skull is flying wild
and waves a mighty doom!!
I am Blackbeard the Pirate....remember my name!
You will fill up your froth of my flowing fame
You will guzzle ye' grog, or a bit of ye' rum
Yea' ... call me the devil, with a bit of a scum!
Girdled with face of a hundred scars
Fear of me' wrath, either by sun or by stars
It gladdens the heart of a scoundrel like me
You'll best not forget ....tis' a Blackbeard ye' fear!!
The scent of reading,
It pervades our chambers,
The dew of knowledge,
It moisturises our being.
The scent of reading,
It diffuses into a hidden part,
Concealed in our subconscious mind,
Stealthily it comes to the fore when needed.
The scent of reading,
Like the aroma of flowers in spring,
It envelopes us,
We glide in its richness.
The scent of reading,
The luxury of its fragrance,
It chauffeurs through the door of insight,
We're haloed by its light.
The scent of reading,
It gladdens the heart,
We take flight on the wings of knowledge,
We're embellished with stars.
February 9, 2023.
What a great grandma I have.
Flowers come natural to her.
Now why can’t I too
Have green fingers like her?
End of September is the beginning of Fall.
Yellow sunflowers lower their head,
Harvest will start to produce oil.
My grandma has a few and a producer
Always comes to gather the wilting blooms.
The farmer always gives her bunches
Of blooming celosia., so stunning to look at.
Can you blame the young children
Who dare caress the soft curly heads?
Chrysanthemums flourish in her small garden
Where a patch is reserved for them all year long.
They flower all year long till autumn comes
And then they flourish all the more.
But my favourite flowers will always be
When Autumn gladdens grandma’s garden
With red Chinese Lanterns, a reminder
That Christmas is now so near.
Dear grandmother has a knack
As she wove them in garland form
Until Halloween is past and then
We’ll bury them with the rest.
9 December 2021
Strand No 1042 Poetry Contest
Poetry, I love you. By your visit, my heart gladdens
You come to me in moments, when noise softens
Awaken me with thy presence, pervading my being.
Through oceanic waves of joy, let my soul go skiing.
You’re born as a gleam that never seems to die
Sprout as a gushing fountain no summer can dry.
Glow in many hearts as a jewel no one can price.
Visit souls when the noise fades n' shadows race.
Poetry, for your soothing presence my mind craves.
Dwell within me as the cadence of lulling waves
Let me weave magic with rhyming words and dance
Alight on steeds of imagination and let me prance.
Poetry is born from deep depths within,
When gurgling streams of thought flow in.
It comes natural, spontaneous and unbidden-
A gift got from God, but at times may lie hidden.
When my heart is veiled in fear and doubt,
When my spirit lies parched by drought,
When clouds of sorrow gather in my sky,
My Muse comes to me lifting me to levels high.
She sits by my side when no one is near,
Gathers in her cupped hands each single tear.
Through the magical alchemy of ringing rhyme,
Washes away my grief, making me happy in time.
Poetry is catharsis for my burdened breast.
It consoles me and gives my spirit quiet rest.
Each word born out of my soulful silence,
Becomes my close buddy giving me guidance.
But poetry can’t be forced or compelled
Nor commandingly summoned or impelled.
When coercively we bid the muse to sing,
We only spoil the music she would bring.
Without spontaneity, poetry becomes a hollow art.
Without flow, it lacks the pulse of the heart.
What it engenders then won’t be rhythmic harmony,
Instead, what it produces may seem an anomaly.
Wish from my mind, flow symphonies sweet
Of idyllic happiness, peace and delight
Songs of beauty and bliss, love and lust
That will fuel hearts with vigorous zest.
If you have attentive ears, listen to my sweet trills
Let it ring forth in rising lilts when the world stills
Let them not be lost in the caverns of darkness
Or die as fading echoes in impenetrable wilderness
Always do your best; that is right
such brings fulfillment to the heart
granting you God's joyous delight.
Always trust the great Lord; so true
such verily gladdens the soul
smiting feelings, gloomy and blue.
Always practice kindness; oh, sure
such builds up good and firm friendship
creating fellowship pleasure.
Always stay teachable; yes, check
such smites folly and deceit's pest
shielding from ignorance-caused wreck.
Always reign against hate; seek peace
such rancor inflicts guilty pain
exposing well-being’s disease.
Always seek to rejoice*; be nice
such forgiveness-bliss melts despair
along reconciliation price.
Always be a blessing; so pray
such indeed shows your genuine love
illumined by Christ's gracious ray.
*Philippians 4:4 - Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
August 7, 2023
3rd place, "Letter to My Children or to my Unborn" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 10/5/2023