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Whispering warm hope and faith within
Whimsical wisps of affectionate wishes
Wakening waltzes that dance wildly
Wanderlust winds breathe gentle warnings
Wakeless weathers ragged edges with
Widening worlds where we never worry
Weathering woes that seek to warrant
Wallowing, wooing watery tears wailing
Wasting wayward ideas that will worship
Wherever wonders caress the soul with
Walks whistling out echoes of watercolor
Wrapped with God’s arms open, welcoming
Luke 15:20 KJV: And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.
ALLITERATION REGARDING RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
August 27, 2020
They leave great potholes when they pass away.
We tumble in so willingly.
Some are even given names...
like: "God, please help me"...
or "I can't go on without you".
At times they jar us back to sweetened times.
before the beast grabbed the throat,
When forever sat plump on virgin vines.
Nothing can fill these potholes.
Matter of fact, they get deeper and wider with the spade of time.
We constantly swerve around them, into the oncoming lane.
Face first into somebody else's pothole-pain.
These potholes are lonely-clever and join together.
Until every living breath becomes a big black hole.
Filled with things that fasten tight to death.
Dearest mother, hold my crumbling hand.
(spring vines of yesterday)
A forty-five-year climb from one pothole to another.
There's no peace for me until I become the pothole for another.
If life itself does have no meaning
Pray, tell me, does justice need to come from the divine
From that power which is still mystifying
From that power which is still in the process of being philosophized
Why, see you, I believe that justice should come from ourselves
Following the standards we have set ourselves
Based on a set of moral values
Based on the laws of all societies
Of course, we do have to pray for justice
Of course, we do have to let the heavens do their part
But what of the demoniac nature of man
That which causes him to have always evil prevailing in this land
What to make of such a man, if not to show him justice
Is it not said that humanity is made of two sides
One side shines with light, while the other ones rejoices in being sinful
Pray, what to make of such an evil man, if not to show him instant justice
Some do, in all sorts of evil acts, take pride
Others do see in those acts, something so beautiful
Pity I these people for they are made of blindness
Pretending to be followers of the Great One, they do find joy in sinful activities
So, justice does be for me, whatever does will the moral standards
Indeed, justice does be for me, the victory of truth
Yes, justice does be for me, humanity, living side by side, in peace
Justice, does be for me, constant and stable happiness
Justice does be for me, the vanquishing of those inner demons
Those that make us, to sins, so prone
Justice does be for me, the way life reminds us all that God does be somewhere
Even if He does seem to be always absent and even inexistent
Justice does be for me, the proof of my muse's love for me
My muse, my God, my angel, the one giving me company
Justice does be, the paths He does clear
Justice does be, the tears He does dry
Justice does be the way He keeps me smiling
Even when the rain is pelting or the desert remains all dry
Justice does be the look scary snakes do give me
When they try to bite me but cannot, for my heart beats to the rhythms of the sky!
Justice,
Divine peace
Human intervention
Justice, the only way to find in this world, peace!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
5 September 2015
For Contest Justice
Sponsored by Tammy Reams
Dear Poetry Children
Born from a need
to be heard and understood,
my poems were at one time
like my children.
Their number was not large,
so they were precious to me.
Years passed, and then it seemed
I was almost grand-mothering
old stories and old feelings,
for they kept re-emerging
but in different ways.
Some came skating in iambic
as on and on and on and on and on
they came along.
Some could hang my moon
with the magic of metaphors
while many others
appeared plain-spoken
and crystal lucid like stars.
Others, feeling more like stepchildren,
appeared less rhythmically,
so different were they
from my firstborns;
I loved them all the same,
adopting their characteristics
as I experimented with my creations
more and more.
I took notice of and appreciated
other poets’ lovely children.
Meanwhile, new thoughts and
changing values and ideas
began to flow from me.
Small new poems
emerged from the womb
of my muse in the forms
of haiku, tanka, sijo, cinquain,
and so many others.
Laughingly, limericks arrived.
With sweet refrains came triolet,
rondeau, kyrielle,
villanelle, and quatern,
skipping right along.
It isn’t easy to continue
propagating poetry prolifically.
But as long as my mind
stays relatively fertile
with passion of sentiments and beliefs,
I’ll continue to bring forth
(sometimes with great labor)
The poetry children
I so much enjoy
creating in
my image.
By late November, the harvest had ended, the crops were gathered,
and the weather was changing because a new season was coming
The farming machinery and the field equipment were silenced
And the sounds now heard were raindrops and snowflakes
The ice cycles had formed on the edges of rooftops and tree branches
We would take and break some cycles, and others we would suck
The sun came up most mornings, and the cycles fell to the earth, And we would watch the water flow slowly down the hillside
The country roads were traveled still
Most work was finished for Henry and Bill Because the grounds were hardened in the fields
After a while, a new and warmer season would appear
As the long-awaited and blessed spring drew near
Soon it would be time to employ the big plow and toil
To break up the hard and sometimes frozen soil
No need to worry, because there was a big plow
As a little boy, I saw big men on big tractors pulling big plows I saw that great big plow break apart many a cold and hardened field
O dear ones, who weep on cold and darken nights
Tucked away out of sight, and hidden from the light
O ye and we, who through wintery winds toss and toil
No need to worry because the big plow of God's power
Is coming in your spring season, to break through the hard soil
7:15 am 03/15/2012cjPoSoup
PRAY
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
MY LORD
MY LORD ..
GOD loves you non stop
By day .. By night
In sleep or wake
By walk or carriage
In defence or peace
By stay or wander
In broad daylight
Or in vast night
HE holds you tight
On courage or fright
Hated and disliked
Remember this brace
GOD loves you non stop
Day and night
On trial
Pray away dismay
When trodden down
To fail and founder
In trouble or
In tranquil
When pain is great
Say Psalm 23
Pray
The Lord is my shepherd
GOD loves you non stop.
Pray ..
I in either
Derelict or despair
The prayer repairs me.
GOD..
Wonderful name to say
In prayer
O..
My LORD,
My LORD.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame
maiden is she with tumbled hair uncovered.
She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.
Like Sara in the tent she lights the flame
pristine hands in front of two eyes hovered.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame
At sunset each flickering flame frames
a wish for communion, peace discovered,
she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.
The table is set, the family exclaim,
the challah's cut, the shofar uncovered.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame.
May peace and tranquility ever reign
from sunset to sunrise rediscovered,
she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.
This great mitzvah is sister Miriam's aim
since the dawn of time this act's recovered.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame.
She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.
Dedicated to my baby sister Miriam who protects and serves.
http://www.womeninthebible.net/1.7.Miriam.htm
I see them on the internet,
women complain, haven’t stopped yet,
rail on about their college debt;
we told you, you were warned.
your teachers told you: “Get a job,
of you’re potential don’t be robbed,”
and now so many women sob;
We told you, you were warned.
You thought work would leave you fulfilled,
you’d make the cash and work your will,
yet now it seems a bitter pill;
We told you, you were warned.
Feminists said it would be great,
you’d fight the fights, defeat ‘the hate’
instead the work just make you break;
We told you, you were warned.
When it got hard you, loudly spoke:
“We’ll change business, bring the world hope,”
but the woke always do go broke;
We told you, you were warned.
And now as these women grown old,
many regret doing as told,
no families, a life that’s cold;
We told you, you were warned.
Do you think men, for all those years,
simply just didn’t want you here?
When most just hoped to save you tears;
We told you, you were warned.
The truth is, most men hated it,
and thought that all our jobs were sh-t,
why men of old had to have grit;
We told you, you were warned.
So few of us have jobs we like,
that fulfills us, makes all things right,
our loved ones made it worth the fight;
We told you, you were warned.
That sacrifice is now ‘offense,’
women want to suffer like men,
and only too late understand…
We told you, you were warned.
I’d advise you to turn around,
build back up what the fools tore down,
before, by the world, you are ground;
We told you, you were warned.
But most people are not that strong,
can’t survive admitting they’re wrong
when they’ve clung to it for so long;
We told you, you were warned…
but you gave us only scorn.
Well, you get what you deserve.
Precious more than gem stone of great measure
Darling Shantelle as God’s gift is family treasure
Midst rigors of adoption-pressure
Her presence is a delightful pleasure.
Young girl nurtured with loving care
Pretty Shantelle is generous to share
Melting stone-hearted bullies causing scare
By her compassion, promoting kindness’ welfare.
Now as a lady marked by virtuous gesture
Beloved Shantelle marches with bridal posture
Along her groom blissfully toward marriage venture
Ready to build home upon rock and stone* of faithfulness stature.
*Ephesians 2:20 And are built upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ himself being the chief corner stone.
February 29, 2020
2nd place, "Shantelle... using the word stone more than once" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 3/15/2020.
SO SCARED OF ME BEING SUCCESSFUL
KNOCKING DOWN ALL OF MY VISIONS AND GOALS
FOREVERMORE, WHY BE SO ENVY
THIS IS NOT A COMPETITION ROLE
NEGATIVITY IS GREAT FOR MY SOUL
THEN, I WILL TRY MUCH HARDER
BECAUSE THE JEALOUSY IS AROUND
I DARE NOT TO BE KNOCKED DOWN
TORN DOWN AND BASHED ALL AROUND
THIS IS MY JOURNEY, MY DREAMS AND VISIONS ALONE
PLEASE GO AND GET YOUR OWN
EVERYTHING THAT I CONSIDER
IT GETS A NEGATIVE FEEDBACK
COME ON, GIVE ME SOME SLACK.
FOR I AM DETERMINED
THE MORE YOU POUR WATER ON IT
THE MORE IT WILL GROW
LIKE A LARGE FLOWER THAT BLOOMS
WIDESPREADED AND MORE.
SO LEAVE ME ALONE
I WILL BE SUCCESSFUL
I AM BLESSED BY GOD
TAKE A MOMENT TO THINK
WHY ARE YOU BEING SO DEPRESSED?
NEGATIVE,DOUBTFUL TOWARDS ME?
I HAVE THIS VISION, SO HUGE THAT YOU CANNOT SEE.
NOTHING THAT CAN BE DONE BY YOU
THAT WILL HARM ME IN ANYWAYS
I PRAY, PRAY AND PRAY
FOR I HAVE EXTENDED FAITH
GOD GIVES AND GRACE, STRENGTH EVERYDAY.
WHAT GOD HAS FOR ME, IT IS FOR ME
GOD HOLDS THE GOLDEN KEY.
Being discouraged by a hater(s), will not stop me from my goals or destiny.
Written By:
A person that believes in themselves, the more I get torn down and get negative feedback, that makes me realizes that I have something special. So therefore, I will keep going and pushing my way to have a successful and blessed business, & career.
Why? Because I am determined.