Long Gladness Poems
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Allured with materialism’s glimmer
My focus was gripped by worldliness’ shimmer.
Distracted, my heart yearned for earthly gain
I thought would suffice me, but it just gave me pain.
Then I realized, with God’s truth light
I wandered from the source of genuine delight.
Before, giving gifts with heart of gladness
Was the task I was devoted to, devoid of selfishness.
Thus, I admit that in my discontentment, I got lost
Leading me toward forlorn of sorrowful cost.
With repentance, I beg for God’s gracious mercy
Beseeching for His forgiveness’ clemency.
Grateful for His pardon, I bow to His leadership
Now I abide in His blessed will, exercising faithful stewardship.
Hence, I draw nigh* to Christ to direct me toward love sharing gesture
So as not to wander and get entangled with any vain venture.
*James 4:8 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.
January 5, 2020
1st place, "STRAND SELECT 7 any form, any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/9/2020.
Birthday parties are fun for young teens,
long they've waited: it's time for cheers!
Balloons are dangling from the ceiling,
slow music plays throughout the Hall,
chatting girls woo boys...something
of romantic nature is rapidly brewing;
watchful mothers stand against the wall.
Where's Karen? Everybody starts worrying;
somebody runs outside, " She's coming! "
A sigh of relief runs across delighted faces.
The door swings open, Karen in a wheelchair
appears, it's a vision of a ghost much too fair:
sunken eyes, shaved head that shows her skull;
all the gests greet her, she used to be a doll!
Karen waves at them, perceiving sad glances;
she expected to see more cheerful faces...
searching inside, she feels great sadness
instead of deep sympathy for her illness.
And as planned the party goes on all noon,
cheer returns on Karen's pale face, she forgets
insidious thoughts that battle inside; after all it's
her birthday party and she wants to have fun!
Mark comes forward with a boyish shyness,
and invites her to dance: it's her favorite song,
and that makes her vibrate with life's gladness;
although it's brief, it couldn't be more thrilling!
Written on 2/ 7/ 2016
C'mon Gimme A Botox Smile!
'Pon bing asked by spouse, while she didst dock
and pooched herself abed
handily at nine o'clock
to see "handsome" pedigree dentastix
dog face of yours truly, me no Kid Rock
yea just a chip off the
ole likeness ice sculptured block,
a sharp pain inexplicably
shoots thru left shoulder blade
generating painful electric shock,
especially after said missus
threw smelly sock
afflicting this muttering chap, where deadlock
partial paralysis analogous to rigor mortis
holding frozen designated
bleep within his flesh bound paddock
(as pop sic hull), non dominant side
of mine body hard as bedrock
(spoiler alert, I write with right hand),
despite best college try, could not extricate...
hell no, this ain't no poppycock
yea, this longfellow felt bewitched by a warlock,
which affliction froze botox smile
engendering gladness to celebrate bajillion
years of blissful wedlock
believe that and I will another truth,
how this lame rhyme stir, he makes buttock
of himself, nonetheless an
oar regional non Jew bull ant debtor,
sans courtesy Shylock
still prone to bouts of flibbertigibbet
ranked as more than schlock,
(no doubt, ye beg to differ)
with mine chock
lot of badinage, basically self mock
curry verging on persiflage, he
freely types what occurs within raw bitstock
of ma noggin akin to babbling
stream of consciousness
initially intending to divulge aftershock
when wife coos this kook
spewing wry verbal
(barley comprehensible) feedstock
as she mimes deadly smooch
inflicting plastered smirk ad hoc
showing pearl white dentures
aiming to entertain, while listening awk
chilly (inspired to contrive
potschke and pastiche) rendered
(if still alive) by P.D.Q. Bach.
Lucy Locket lived amidst Lakeland Hills, where jay serenaded morning;
Like plum rainbows celebrate sunshine, with never any silent warning.
Lucy was merely twenty years old, like a peach rose, dusted with dew;
And she was also a dutiful teacher, unveiling what children never knew.
Lucy liked to sew and to garden, like green nature, roving everywhere,
Recalling lavish, sunset skies we used to view, in the colors of vanity fair.
Kitty Fisher was Lucy's best friend, amidst many, for she was popular;
Like finches are popular in floriated summer, creating gladness, ocular.
Fancy emerald nature wore fun, fantasy makeup, in its faceted colors;
And unfaltering family flattered fall with visits, beloved like no others.
Kitty lived in the house of very ordinary, like cherry redbirds singing;
Where silver moments comprised golden hours, jeweled time ringing.
Summer snapdragons grew quite lovely, on her sparkling street of sun;
And scarlet maples smiled colors, until the smoky season left, sudden.
Nepalese neighbors narrated tales of sweet nation, at mulberry night,
When nectarous, naval oranges hung ripely, under moon, satiny white.
Purple ranunculus blooms resembled roses, when sunrise echoed dusk;
And 'Marimo Moss Balls' played water polo, while jasmine trailed musk.
Giant water lilies ruled placid lakes, giving rise to titanic, pink blooms;
As golden sun and calm moon vie for dominion, inside separate rooms.
Lucy and Kitty went to a lecture, in a lavish, lavender evening of larks.
The lively, literary topic was much enjoyed, like the sun's dying sparks.
Afterwards, Kitty and Lucy parted, each to their own welcoming home;
Like a green bird of turquoise skies, oft makes its nostalgic way, alone.
Later, Lucy discovered her pocket was missing, its location so unknown,
Like red streaks of gold time, ever fleeing, past a blue, marble milestone.
Next day dawned golden, and Lucy's pocket, she found on her doorstep.
Golden coins were tied to its ribbon. And at Kitty's note, her heart leapt!
For it was Lucy's sparkling, glad birthday, as devoted friends remember;
And Kitty had made it one of her best, like hued leaf nights of November.
'Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher found it;
Not a penny was there in it,
Only ribbon round it.'
Midst transgression-inflicted sorrows
bringing seemingly tormenting days
of torturous guilt-silence and panic woes…
God’s love abounds.
Though apathy stares with mockery
love of the Father above reaches-out serenely
to stay rightfully in our hearts…
so we can share it with others.
Yes, genuine love is where caring dominates
while we trust Christ
the Author and Finisher of faith…
according to Scriptures’ truth.
Love’s bountiful grace is Jesus’ offered gift
triumphantly granting us, His believers
blest privilege to come together...
empowered to worship Him with grateful submissive spirits.
Sharing the Gospel
marked by the Almighty's love
my soul beseeches His compassion...
to prevail against hatred, selfishness, and pride.
Let's edify one another
with encouragement, devoid of hypocrisy
heralding the Lord’s charity...
such is love in action, offered to us-transgressors.
By the Holy Ghost’s wisdom,
we draw near to the Master
exalting supreme Providence magnificence…
extolling His wondrous glory.
Midst thanksgiving gladness
we reflect about Calvary's essence
unfolding the Messiah’s redemption plan...
seeking the lost*, assuring them eternal life.
Through servant-leadership
exemplified by the Saviour
we fulfill effective, profitable Christian ministry...
of earnest volunteerism, bereft of personal gain.
Propelled by the humble obedience
shown by the Creator with loving willingness
we, can through His mercy and leadership...
advance His kingdom where true love reigns.
*Matthew 18:11 For the Son of man is come to save that which was lost.
August 12, 2019
edited on August 12, 2021
1st place, "Let Us Collaborate a Love Verse" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.; judged on 10/29/2019.
Love comes from nowhere…
Love leaves to nowhere; however,
The ones who loved, they know:
This miracle changes us forever!
Nonmutual love is the worst that can be found;
Such love can burn us to the ground!
Mutual love is the best that can be found;
Through the ages it saves the world around!
There is no selfishness in love;
There is selfless purity in love!
We are ready, when we love,
To give all we have to our truelove!
The one who says, “Love is war!” all the time,
They have loved in all of their life not a time!
No response to our love from time to time,
But to love means to let go for all the time!
Do not believe when they say,
“Only one love can be on your way!”
We can fall in love again someday,
But new love will be unique anyway!
Never confuse love with lust beyond measure
Like the ones who thinks about only pleasure!
To live in the mutual world, sharing joy and sadness,
That’s where is true love full of gladness!
Love comes from nowhere…
Love leaves to nowhere; however,
The touch of love is unique
And remains in our hearts forever!
November 15, 2020
For the jilted women who have loved some men
and felt a love as warm as melted gold
recede from them again and then again,
I write to you about when love grows cold.
Where goes the warmth that once consumed their soul?
When does the gladness vanish from their eyes?
Sweet candy becomes the blackest lump of coal
when you no longer are their fondest prize.
The stare that lingers turns into a glare
that strips you down, but not in a good way.
You feel surrounded by chill polar air,
and no more will you see a sunny day.
With anyone you choose, you roll the dice.
Move on from those whose hearts turn into ice.
June 6 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Job 17-20
Key Verse – Job 19:26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God.
HEART THAT BELIEVES WE CAN SEE GOD BY FAITH
Our heart believes that we can see God by faith against eternal darkness
By His salvation-graciousness toward our humble gratefulness
Letting us breathe His everlasting life’s blissfulness…
Now, we glorify Him with His magnificent greatness.
Our heart believes that we can see God by faith against evil influence
By His sanctification-might toward our holiness-affluence
Letting us enjoy His ready forgiveness’ opulence…
Now, we seek Him with His righteous benevolence.
Our heart believes that we can see God by faith against dead spirituality
By His regeneration-divinity toward our worship’s sincerity
Letting us arise through His redemption’s certainty…
Now, we abide in Him with His assured security.
Our heart believes that we can see God by faith against haughty pride
By His justification-grant toward our stewardship stride
Letting us come to His throne of supplication’s side…
Now, we call unto Him with His wise counselling guide.
Our heart believes that we can see God by faith against weakening mockery
By His power-enablement toward our Christian victory
Letting us trust His Word, devoid of worry…
Now, we beseech Him with His triumphant glory.
Our heart believes that we can see God by faith against aimless desperation
By His comfort-consolation toward our radiant transformation
Letting us dwell in His steadfastness’ protection…
Now, we live for Him with His upholding fortification.
Our heart believes that we can see God by faith against death-frightening woe
By His exhortation-gladness toward our courage to overcome sorrow
Letting us delight in His wisdom of truth’s glow…
Now, we serve Him with His assurance along blessings’ flow.
June 6, 2026
Heart throbs with blest love*
powered by life's source
breathing-out gladness
for ready sharing
smiting selfishness...
Chance to do best
with freedom's bliss
I pray toward
fulfillment glow...
By God's grace
my soul does
continue...
Loving
as faith...
works.
*I John 4:7-8 - "Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of God; and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. He who does not love does not know God, for God is love."
November 8, 2024
Featured in "Flash Poetry Challenge" of Mark Toney that ended on Tuesday, December 17, 2024.
"Be like a lotus flower, open your petals to let go of fear and sadness."
Quote by _Constance
I
grew
in 'fear'
with panic
and with suspicion.
Everyday was apprehension
filled with terror, anxiety, and great cowardice.
Fearful emotions filled my child's life when a tragic experience left me broken.
My
days
mournful
bleak with woe.
Oh, the deep 'sadness'
and the forlorn tears, and the gloom.
Most days I was just melancholy anguish, sadness,
I was all darkness blue woeful gloomy with long days a struggle to live & exist.
But,
one
morning
I rose up
and transcended life.
Fear and sadness left my mind, life
I was content in faith, joy, calmness, and happiness
with bravery courage trust love & cheer gladness & delight, happy to be alive.