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Amidst great ocean of life --- voyaging
I’m blest with the Lord’s granted fellowship
partnership-bliss in faithful stewardship…
Captain is Christ by His love’s engaging.
Along life's trip, I've learned Bible ships’ facts
attesting the Creator’s supreme hand
working by His omnipotent command
assuring sweet peace from evil attacks.
With God’s sovereign design, notable
Noah’s Ark in Genesis does prevail
as Earth’s first ship fulfilling divine sail
to preserve creation, grandly noble.
As a floating zoo against water might
Almighty-propelled vessel was haven
for animals while showers poured from heaven
bound Noah’s family with home’s delight.
One sea-vessel expressed by the Scriptures
showed baby Moses on his gracious trip
handled by the omniscient Father’s grip
the buoyant basket wrought great adventures.
Victorious ship in the Old Testament
surmounted grievous horrible tempest
when Prophet Jonah passed obedience test
admitting guilt for pardon fulfillment.
The greatest was the ship* of Jesus Christ
encountering numerous miracles
with the Saviour calming all debacles
by His truth and guidance, mercy-sufficed.
In this journey toward eternity
sailing with my Captain in reaching-out
as fisher of men midst soulwinning bout
I’m safe in His friendship of grace-bounty.
*Mark 5:21 And when Jesus was passed over again by ship unto the other side, much people gathered unto him: and he was nigh unto the sea.
November 7, 2021
4th place, "A Noteworthy Ship" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 11/11/2021.
Turning my look to the Heavens,
to expand this gaze further into their immensity;
and Who created them reveals Himself so grandly...
Galileo was as amazed as I am,
but I live in a more advanced century...not being persecuted as he was,
and I should share my findings with all, not fearing threats or conflicts...
Stars, stand still and be tangible;
your grandeur is truly a worthy contemplation,
to give any observer that plausible sensation...
What I don't know about our Universe is the biggest challenge,
from here I can see little that's clear and sharp;
I imagine, not wonder, what I will discover at a closer range...
Ten thousands of stars appear before me,
all with their unique forms and brilliant colors;
and for my own sake, I count each one with incredibility...
These celestial images bring more anticipation,
to make me perceive their distance utterly reachable:
as I turn my look to the Heavens that are truly remarkable...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Theatergoers at a show
Hope it is guaranteed
That reality’s suspended,
Which is all we really need.
Both the audience and actors
Enter in a silent pact:
In the seats, we block our problems;
On the stage, they grandly act.
It’s a tacit understanding
That we’re all there to escape,
Though the methods we have chosen
May assume a different shape.
When the actor is performing,
Disappearing in his role,
All his real-life issues vanish
And he’s tightly in control.
If he does his job correctly,
That’s the ticketholder’s dream;
For the world upon that stage
Is all there is, so it would seem.
We don’t need to sign a contract
For the theater’s sealed the deal:
While the curtain’s up we’re certain
What we’re witnessing is real.
First greetings gaily given
Fair days brighten with benevolence
Feathered beacons warble crystal incessance
Favour of lurid lyricists to gladdened ears submitted
Choral phenomenas divulge
Cherished ownership of full freedom
Chasing open hopes, bigger skies speed them
Choices expanded grandly in latitude bold birds hold
Twig feet hop on pavement
Tentative hunters approach tid bits
Thrown among human realm, morsel interest
Tweased piece crumb bomb swallowed is savoured
Message singers send, blatant
Mindfully stay in sweet place of praise
Melancholy has proximity but elation will prevail
Masters of opportunity, gloss winged indignant makes it
30th November
Over the horizon is heard the sputtering engine of an unusual bird.
Trailing a billowing plume of smoke, it looked so pathetically absurd!
Coming into view was an old Curtiss Jenny of World War One fame.
Used only as a trainer, faster, more stable planes put it to shame!
The dashing young pilot buzzed the field and waved to the crowd.
Distraught moms covered the ears of their kids to ease the din so loud!
He did a barrel roll and a loop and people thought the man insane!
He made a wobbly landing, alit, gazing about with haughty disdain!
Doffing his goggles, his oil-stained face looked like that of a raccoon.
The handsome interloper caused young ladies to gasp and swoon.
He smiled a smile that would light up the night and gallantly salutes!
He's so striking in his breeches, helmet, leather jacket and shiny boots!
He grandly announced, "For five bucks I'll take you for a ride,
In good old faithful Jenny here, my joy and my pride!
Now don't be shy, step right up! How about you there, Dad?
Let me give the thrill of a lifetime to that there young lad!"
The young fellow with his Ma and Pa did earnestly plead.
Ma and Pa argued about it and Ma tearfully agreed.
That flight sparked a burning flame in the soul of that young boy!
He became a World War Two fighter ace much to his parent's joy!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Below the craters of a sullen city
I burrow lightly, cautiously, hands on
Guardrails, one foot after the other,
Into the underpart of the earth,
Through a spiralling, syncope-fomenting
Stairwell, old and broken, but grandly ancient.
The light thereunder is dim and shallow,
And the rest of the matter with it was a
Basket of fusty smell.
It was by the loose side of noontime,
When mustiness gathers sweltering details.
Little rain from last night, falling from a
Sobbing, laconic south,
Made issues graver.
But I don’t mind.
With cracked, besieged walls, the grounds
Welcomed me well.
I stood and gazed at the books on staffed shelves,
Aged and worn,
Graced by times’ capsule of relief by way of
Primitive reckoning.
Tablets and scrolls rave with the lustre of fading
Yellowness.
Tomes (leather-bound) attested to the pregnancy
Of departed eras.
Encyclopaedia Britannica eyed me warmly.
A tall, bespectacled man, the age of Wilde,
With apricot skin and second-hand suit,
Thin and wobbling stick,
And shoes from Lennard’s
Buried his face on a Chaucer
Material, reading silently to the tune of
His twerking soul, his full lower lip
Mocking the higher.
Men and women clutter about, searching
And peeking from shelves of immortality,
On whose dusty surfaces elderly pages stuck
Out their tired, resting tongue-tips —like
Stray, hungry dogs on battered pavements.
The books and volumes sell for a farthing each —
Coins betrayed by roaming verdigris.
The quill feather pens for a few dashing shillings,
The scrolls, some teeth-showing cowries . . .
Above us (the reading congregation of this temple
Of books and time),
A coven of reading witches and winking wizards,
The city throng manages itself with the due process of law
According to traffic —above—
And several feet below — underground —
The hidden treasure of
Digestible info,
Divergent views.
Immaculately vacuumed
purified from century-old
h i b e r n a t i o n
of naphthalene balls’ seal…
Here am I transformed…
exuding sweet freshness
as opalescent heirloom
so grandly a d o r n e d
with white rose petals
ready to w e l c o m e…
… the blissful v i r g i n
for her blest bridal march
while orchestra plays...
"G O D L O V E S* M E."
*2Thessalonians 3:5 And the Lord direct your hearts into the love of God, and into the patient waiting for Christ.
June 6, 2020
6th place, "SOME KIND OF SENSUAL" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 6/7/2020.
You’re hailed as “Pearl of the Orient Seas”
The Creator* has blessed you with rich endowments
Including a peculiar history, indeed great…
Making me thankful for making you the land of my birth.
In Southeast Asia is where you’re grandly settled
Possessing distinct culture you share with neighbors;
Your heritage nurtured through virtues lived by daily
Exposes me to good moral values.
With your triumphantly fought-for independence
Wrought by the Lord’s sovereignty with people’s unity
Along heroes’ ardor, powered by patriotism and love
I’m now anchored by peace, justice and freedom-might.
“Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!”** My assertive declaration!
“Long live the Philippines!” I shout with gratitude!
*Isaiah 40:28 Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding.
**The Tagalog words for "Long live the Philippines!"
December 24, 2019
2nd place, "Whitman-Inspired Uplifting Poetry, old or new" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 1/20/2020.
Of all those enemies out to do you in.
Their hearts made of prideful rotting tin.
Evil souls will with pride, grandly triumph
Cry as you will, or in madness, harumph.
False gods on planet earth are nothing new.
Resentment, above all, you must eschew.
People, by insanity are so sucked in.
By inhumanity and its “popularity” din.
Honoring the devious, in shadows dishonorable.
Till one day, the charlatans will be no more!
At no human’s feet, fall prey to insane adoration.
Destructive souls living for their own glorification.
Be grateful to God, glorify not one human.
Be kind, but no person has God’s acumen!
1/8/2023
April 15 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 8-9
Key Verse – 1Kings 8:28 Yet have thou respect unto the prayer of thy servant, and to his supplication, O LORD my God, to hearken unto the cry and to the prayer, which thy servant prayeth before thee to day.
FAITH IN GOD WHO HEARKENS
UNTO OUR CRY AND PRAYER
God hearkens to our cry and prayer for our deliverance
Letting us remain inside His will of eternal assurance
Keeping us in His reigning faith-upheld endurance
In our commitment with sincere perseverance.
God hearkens to our cry and prayer for our healing from sin-sickness
Letting us sanctified by His forgiveness
Keeping us in His reviving faith-empowering steadfastness
In our recovery against spiritual illness midst weariness.
God hearkens to our cry and prayer for our guidance to do what is right
Letting us sacrifice through His commandment’s might
Keeping us in His enabling faith-driven flight
In our obedience along righteousness’ light.
God hearkens to our cry and prayer for our need of His mercy
Letting us trust Him for His provisions’ sufficiency
Keeping us in His propelling faith-strengthened persistency
In our diligence to serve Him with decency.
God hearkens to our cry and prayer for our divine freedom
Letting us promote His heavenly kingdom
Keeping us in His enriching faith-treasure of Biblical wisdom
In our service with humility against worldly stardom.
God hearkens to our cry and prayer for our triumphant stand
Letting us combat enemies by His governing hand
Keeping us in His saving faith-secured purpose, grandly planned
In our battle midst His holiness toward promised land.
God hearkens to our cry and prayer for our peaceful end
Letting us thank His compassion He does extend
Keeping us in His winning faith-commended blend
In our devotion as to Him we depend.
April 15, 2025