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As the time of spring beckons
We all have this moment of clear-sightedness
when we see we are of little importance other to the world
and clear-eyed grasp our smallness.
We can in our tiny ways push the world forward an inch
perhaps to a fairer society where children do not die under
the rubble of concrete.
We can do nothing to stop these people who will push
us into an Armageddon, and will they somehow think
they can avoid the calamity when there is no one to blame.
There was a time when one could travel unmolested
in the Arabic world, then the smell of petroleum and
the white man came and destroyed the peace for greed.
No, not us the lesser people, we are victims too of their
hunger to dominate and enslave us in mortgages and loans
that can never be paid; so we watch and wait and when
the day of disaster comes shall I help the ruffians to my lifeboat.
Skies sparkled with snow diamonds drifting through
the magic that surrounded the effervescent darkness.
The tulle breath of the forest spirited the moonglow
in a spritely capricious demeanor and addressed me as
… it spoke …
of the curious sounds seeping from the lavender mist.
Moon and stars joined to illustrate a tale of strength
behind the human laws of moral theory and bid me
… harken ...
for in their story was buried the essence
of the earthborn plight to live, to love, to hope,
and to ascend the sangria stones of immortality.
As the moon opened and began to spill,
… I listened …
offended by the grape and Tyrian wafts
of desire, hatred, indulgence, and greed.
My silvery tears rolled violet down my cheeks
illuminating the raisin-hued darkness.
Sadness washed over me with sparkly specks
of magenta moon dust manifesting through lacy clouds.
As dawn crept in, it brandished the cold, corrupted,
hateful thoughts and spread its orchid enchantment.
Beauteous shades of periwinkle enshrouded the sky
… and sang …
*Matthew 3:1-3 “In those days came John the Baptist, preaching in the wilderness of Judaea, And saying, Repent ye: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand. For this is he that was spoken of by the prophet Esaias, saying, The voice of one crying in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.”
Exemplifying the Holy Ghost’s might
Born and nurtured with miracles’ delight
He preached repentance of redemption light…
John the Baptist* fulfilled his divine right.
Exalting Christ with meek attitude’s glow
As Saviour’s forerunner of courage-show
Baptizing the Son amidst blessings flow
“Behold the Lamb of God” he proclaimed so.
Exposing faith-propped martyrdom indeed
He was beheaded for his righteous deed
Defying lustful, selfish, haughty greed
Triumphant till now with his good works’ breed.
June 25, 2023
2nd place, "12 lines of Rhyme" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joanna Daniel; judged on 7/2/2023
There are few places now
where life can find respite
on hot summer days.
Shady spaces are contested
real estate beneath trees
and in the shallow waters under
a bridge where countless
plump, pink jellyfish congregate
to hide from the heat.
Thousands gather, pulsing
in the warm brine. They look
like brains that have escaped
from skulls, their severed
spinal cords now lethal
clumps of thread hanging down
to entangle the unwary.
The species is thriving
in the warming waters.
These jellyfish have no eyes
to see ahead. To them,
all is now by nudge
and touch. No thoughts
of consequence or compassion
trouble their gelatinous will,
no desire to share
halts their inexorable spread.
To them there is only
an unquestionable need.
They have infiltrated our space,
children of our kind,
servants to a common greed.
With the crash of a tide as it reached the shore
He gained an understanding that the earth was for war
Then went the love for the earth that he could no more feel
What was going on became really real
All that He asked of us was to give him our love
But some how someway that love was divided and corrupt
As He gracefully watched over us from the heavens above
He was implementing His plans to show us His great love
Given a few rules for which we should follow
But the real issue was that rules were really hollow
The earth is a gift not for us to swallow
Nor is it a paradise for pigs to wallow
Those with cold hearts could never follow the rules
There is only one rule and it is as golden as the sun is bright
And with a loveless greed they multiplied like fools
As He watched Him do nothing His Spirit was moved
And He streached out His hand and his work began
To do a little something
He walked with man and told him His plans
But the details He always left lacking
Angery and frustrated man will always be
Until they learn to wholly trust Me
a collaboration wit Dan Kearley
Sometimes the heart feels a storm
When what is right and what is wrong stop making sense.
Just then. A soft voice comes from inside
So quiet so calm, like a breeze on your skin.
"Stop " it says. Not loud not mean,
No anger, no fire no pressure to be seen.
Just a gentle pull like a mothers sigh,
A voice that disappears before you ask why.
But most people don't hear. Or say they don't
They let the moment pass and say "I won't."
Still their hands reach where they shouldn't go
And in that act they lose a part of their soul they'll never know.
Some pause some listen some choose the light
They walk away from the edge that night.
They turn around before they fall
In that choice they rise. Even a little.
What about the person with hunger in their chest?
The child at home the dreams that are stressed?
When stealing becomes a call for bread
Pain moves in where hope once tread...
That quiet voice tries. But breaks in sorrow
It can't fight strong beliefs tomorrow.
Not greed, not sin, but a silent request,
To steal. Not, for want. For family's test.
So don't judge quickly when someone falls
For life writes pain on many walls.
Sometimes even the kindest men
Ignore the voice... Just to live again.
Faith can be many things to many people.
It is not claimed only by those who are Chrisitans.
Since ancient times, many have acted on faith
even performing strange rituals such as
dancing for days, jumping off cliffs, or offering up sacrifices
with the belief that their actions will benefit them in some way.
Hope is natural to many as well, whether it be hope in Christ
or hope in one’s dreams coming true.
Without it, many would despair; hope keeps us going.
Charity, however, is another thing entirely.
People profess love for their mates, family, and fellow man,
yet look at the statistics. Divorce, terrorism, bullying, greed.
All of this is opposite of the pure love of God.
Having real love, we put others above ourselves.
Charity has no room for things like egoism, jealousy or pride.
The act of charity is the kind of love which
– if it could be achieved as the norm by even half the world -
would make our life on earth as blissful as heaven.
Sadly, very few people have achieved this attribute.
Oct. 21, 2019
for Regina Riddle's 1St Corinthians 13:13 Inspiration Poetry Contest
Prometheus had erred and caused great ire
when stealing in stealth secrets of fire.
But Zeus could not forgive this deed.
The chieftain of gods punished his greed.
The lightning zigzagged across the sky,
in anger he let thunderbolts fly.
Instructions he gave to mould from earth
a woman endowed to prove her worth,
all humans to touch their lives and shift
the balance with her seductive gift.
Hephaestus was told what to create;
Pandora came forth through heaven’s gate.
Athena supplied her silver gown,
her head she adorned with ornate crown.
She hastened to guile the human race
her nature refined to tempt by grace
alluring deceit that knew no shame
her mission withstood distrust or blame.
Pandora’s torment flowed wide and far.
She carried with her an earthen jar.
Instructions were laid to be obeyed
to keep it enclosed and so it stayed
till yearning became hard to resist
temptation knew well how to insist.
Alone by herself beside a brook
she lifted the lid, a glancing look
that opened the flood to evil force
unhindered it spread and took its course.
She panicked and pushed with all her might;
the damage was done – eternal plight.
A trickle of hope was left inside
but hardly enough to turn the tide.
When laws are defied they cause much grief;
the pleasure derived is false and brief.
Temptation is what destroys the weak;
redemption is there for all to seek.
Forever in life it’s hard to cope.
Pandora we chase in search of hope.*
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* Pandora is chased for the only thing left in her jar – hope.
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Author: Paul Callus
Contest: Men Only #2
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Placed 1st
Being born in the postwar fifties,
after darkness and catastrophe
ascended on all Europe,
I didn't experience cruelty and horror...
but hope came from the defenders of freedom
from North America and England;
and their military supremacy crushed
Hitler's vanity and his inhumane empire!
I was given birth by a courageous mother,
who saw bombs drop on buildings,
and escaped to the countryside with a few belongings...
dragging grandmother to safety!
Fear was everywhere...people had to hide,
and liberty was a forbidden cry;
even in the Vatican City, and rumors...
if not facts, confirmed that some
were afraid to speak against this evil,
but continued to tremble,
and in doing so they let many die!
Wasn't God angry at their hypocrisy;
and if they had taken a stand against the evildoers...
wouldn't it spared many?
It's my turn to protest the evil
that destroyed the life of big and small
for their faith, religion and race;
those voices are still ignored,
but they are finally heard;
their thirst for peace and justice
will be quickly quenched!
It's my turn to heal their wounds
with sweet and consoling words of kindness,
and alleviate their fears that what happened yesterday...
must not be repeated in our history;
and wil I be able to do this without facing controversy?
It's my turn to use the written word,
to outshine everyone whose interest is greed!
Nobody more than I
was saddened by this tragedy,
so powerful and overwhelming,
to promptly modify the traits of my personality;
to be more considerate and caring,
and partake in Humankind's destiny!
An Aquarius has many
distinguishing qualities
and talents, and I intend to use them wisely...
listening to their struggles
with much sympathy!
It's my turn to use the written word,
to declare war on the state of unfair things,
proceed with caution on flapping winds...
to land where I am welcomed,
and see every hand touching mine;
only when the their joy returns, I can certainly smile!
What mystery his essence brings
firm the limbs roaming through the hills,
amid the bushy, shadowed trees
his call… the fragrant air, refills.
And sacred eyes guide night’s passage
that clear the forest, to imbue
a rugged grace that comes alive
in moonglow’s tint and furry hues.
Listening to the Gray Wolf's song,
when he yelps out to harmonize
kinship with man, an ancient rite,
while guarding the clan…his blest prize.
Though named by time as spirit- peace,
oh hunters’ greed drains a friend’s blood
as winds lament the saddest howl;
immortal he rests on fields, lulled.
*Protect America's Wolf...https://howlingforjustice.wordpress.com
Shadow Hamilton's Contest
Canis Lupus The Wolf
4/7/15