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Based on Psalm 23 NIV
Placed Second
Modern Version Psalm 23 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley
A Voyager
The Lord is my captain; I`ve faith in Him.
He asks me to sit down in the stateroom,
He steers the vessel away from rocks,
He comforts my spirits.
He leads me along the right routes
To spare distress.
Even though I cross
the deepest oceans,
No fear assails me,
As He`s my captain;
His shine and His brain
Enhance my faith.
He steers amidst stifling stormy waves
Without being encumbered by them.
He fills the ship with fuel;
I am delighted.
I pray that His grace and mercy rest with me
As long as breath I heave,
and I will be the Lord`s humble servant
forever.
Wisdom, like the endosperm of a coconut, evolved,
Jordan developed in his self-consciousness day by day;
Though vices around virtues, like the galaxy, revolved,
He, like the Magi, keenly discerned and chose the right way.
Boyishness, as the rind of an orange or plum got peeled,
Fruitfulness in him, like wheat grain formation, peeped its head;
How lovely our once naughty Jordan's true self got revealed!
All those unchurched unaware identities he had shed...!
His son grew up like a pearl in a progressing oyster,
Scholastically and leisurely he's trained without fail;
He gives him freedom too; he's not a monk in a cloister;
Though naughty like his father, he grows up hearty and hale...!
The storm that blows violently can change into a breeze,
Who says a beast running about can never be at ease...?
18 June 2023
Whatever happened to "Jordan" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
{For 5x5x3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Miranda Hawley
Date submitted: 20/4/25}
ARTIST
They shone daring green avocado
in dark adverse period swearing
guilt ridden heart vanquished free
sacral scrubbed pink and ready
plumed serpent in magnificent bloom
with candles God watched supreme
from blue misty mountain clean
knowing Artist was not insane
two green irises unusually plain
pierced her luminous spine divine
naked Eve eyed painting quiet
easels of unfinished tired purple
massaged her throat coloured gurgle
rooms without curtains collapsing sad
Artist pierced Love bubble mad
At 827PM, I'm looking out of the western window of our home.
A few seconds ago, I was busy writing a letter to America, wishing
her a Happy Birthday. I then took a moment to look over my left
shoulder, whereupon I beheld a majestic canopy that captured my attention.
I have ceased writing the 'America' poem and am now writing this one.
The sun has set but left a masterpiece of beauty in its wake.
I am observing red hues, light and dark blues, and white and dark grey.
I am receiving a live demonstration of how each sunset has a different painting, perhaps as unique as human fingerprints. In this 'never before
never again moment, I sit awed and amazed.
The Painter of these breathtaking and mesmerizing views never ceases to strike His divine brush as the ever-changing views remain in motion
and ever alive as I just captured 8 minutes of awesomeness.
Miranda Hawley
Contest Name Random Phrases Contest |
TWINKLE TWINKLE
Twinkle trinkle little pig,
Eat your slops so you’ll grow big.
Be you sow or be you boar,
You must eat a whole lot more.
Twinkle twinkle little pig,
Eat your slops so you’ll grow big.
Twinkle twinkle little chick,
Eat your corn and grow up quick.
Be you free-range or intense,
Very soon you’ll be immense.
Twinkle twinkle little chick,
Eat your corn so you’ll grow quick.
Twinkle twinkle calves and lambs,
Chew heartily; build up the grams.
Be you early, be you late,
Very quickly put on weight.
Twinkle twinkle calves and lambs,
Chew heartily; build up the grams
Twinkle, if you only knew,
We would soon be eating you.
Be you white or be you red,
We’ll be waiting when you’re fed.
Twinkle, if you only knew,
We would soon be eating you.
Parody of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"
8th May 2023
Mother Goose Grows Up poetry Contest
Sponsor - Miranda Hawley
Toward victory* in running life's race
I hold onto my Anchor of great grace.
Ready to face challenges everyday
my faith clings to my Anchor on the way.
Doing utmost service while reaching-out
my faith does trust my Anchor without doubt.
Sharing precious gifts along blessings’ flow
my heart radiates my Anchor's bright glow.
Halting for delightful refreshing rest
my soul finds safety in my Anchor's breast.
Amidst journey toward heavenly flight
my sweet dreams bask under my Anchor's light.
As tomorrow awaits with hopeful gain
I cleave to my Anchor; God Who does reign.
*1 Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
January 20, 2025
1st place, "Writing Prompts 16 lines or less" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 3/1/2025
Written: June 20, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Miranda Hawley
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He carries a thousand-watt smile to chronic pain—
A sun susurrous through storm and strain.
His quiet, weak speech goes unheard, and bound
But his wispy humor is well-defined and sound.
Through surgeries and illness, he stands tall,
His drive radiates forth even when he must crawl.
With spine, and stomach both feeble and torn—
Inside him, it aches; his body is lethargic and worn.
Being alive is a battle that his spirit must fight
To bear the success, and embrace the light,
His life is an endeavor, vibrant and bright—
God bless his soul with a thousand-watt smile tonight,
Written: November 19, 2025, for contest sponsored by Miranda Hawley
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A kestrel’s shadow cleaves the obsidian dune,
as windblown kelp rustles to the tunes of oblivion
Peace is stillness between twin eclipses—
moonlight twisted, time blurred.
Love is a dream: a stranger wrecks a comet.
You wake with stardust on your palms.
Understanding is a prism—splitting ego into spectra:
Some mend, others sever the soul.
Mercy is rain without proclivity—
Falling on tombs, orchids, nests, and cribs.
I'm blissful with blest matured certainty!
Growing well is wondrous reality
I welcome with glowing serenity
As my steps are now ushered to this stage
Delightfully showing blest advantage.
I'm rejuvenated with transformation to fly!
Knowing signs of aging I can’t defy
My hair does agree and never deny
Though covered with dye so age-truth may hide
Memory lapses confirm mind has tried.
I'm transformed with advancement for God's name!
To grow old graciously is my heart’s aim
Embracing aging’s beauty without shame
Midst wrinkles are mirth-filled smile prevailing
While blurred eyes hinder not prayer-calling.
I'm jubilant with progress-triumph's delight!
Grateful to God for life’s grow*-go-glow height
I choose to grow old, doing what is right
Optimizing faith, love and kindness best
Sharing Christ’s goodness and peace to the rest.
*2Peter 3:18 But grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and for ever. Amen.
May 5, 2023
Edited on June 26, 2023
2nd place, "Whatever happened to "Jordan'" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 7/15/2023 for the entry "Graciously Maturing Jordan."
Rock-a-Bye money- dream you're on top-
please stay asleep till our worries stop.
Nest eggs are dwindling- balances fall;
lowering checking, savings, and all.
Rock-a-Bye money- values downswing;
much more is needed, we sadly sing.
Flying too fast from each saved-up nest;
try to sleep long and take a good rest.
Rock-a-Bye money, please don't you see
you're the support for all and for me.
Crisp dollar bills, coins shiny and bright-
please stay asleep to stop taking flight.
Rock-a-Bye money, pray you're not trash;
please close your eyes to this market crash.
If the banks fail, all cradles will fall;
down we'll all come- you, me, one and all.
May 7, 2023
Contest: Mother Goose Grows Up
Sponsor: Miranda Hawley
Parody of Rock-a-Bye Baby