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Beyond opacity of clouds blanketing vast firmament
glowing solar rays expose their celestial commitment
valiantly warming the Earth with bright engagement…
…struggling to prevail in the Tropics over weather that’s inclement.
Reigning sun’s blissful iridescence
vanquishes typhoon-attacks against prediction license
while grace of God* abounds along blessings’ presence…
…wondrously revealing manifold harvests upon great toil’s incense.
Hovering over dense canopy of azure sky
sun power rejuvenates trekkers climbing high
likewise delights children in their kite-fly…
… and prompts me to bid good bye to slothfulness’ sigh.
*1Corinthians 1:4 I thank my God always … for the grace of God which is given … by Jesus Christ.
October 29, 2019
Edited on November 23, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SPECIAL 10..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/27/2019.
In the darkness, God brought forth LIGHT. “Let there be” and it was. All that He did was sanctified and good.
Breath of God sweeping through our hearts this day. The wind of holiness. Saturation of LIGHT, life and love.
The Spirit of God was hovering. He separated the LIGHT from the darkness. No longer formless and empty.
He is the giver of life. In Him was life, and that life was the LIGHT of all mankind, isn’t it great. On a lampstand it gives LIGHT to all who are in the house.
We can rest because he has made a way. The just shall live by faith. Keep the commandments of God, and the faith of Jesus.
God might be just and the justifier of the one who has faith in Jesus. God is LIGHT and in Him is no darkness at all. That was the true LIGHT which gives LIGHT to every man coming into the world.
Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil! Woe to those who put darkness for LIGHT, and LIGHT for darkness!
For you were once darkness, but now you are LIGHT in the Lord. Walk as children of LIGHT. Then Jesus spoke, “I am the LIGHT of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the LIGHT of life.”
In the end, LIGHT will overcome darkness.
ScottM 10/26/2025
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” ? Martin Luther King Jr.
Inspire by Weston Gregory
When the sun comes from the east
Shining its beauty through the
leaves,
I'm so inspired by what I see.
Its way though not easy to say
I sigh when the rare jasmine bloom.
I smile at the monarch butterfly
choreograph loops,
and laugh in this lazy afternoon
I all but spy its spectrum hue
and am left mesmerize by its hovering
on the west bound horizon too,
Jamaica is haunted by a spectre of
gloom,
on its fading from sight on Negril west end
soon
As if wishing on a dream
Within the swirl of unsynchronized scenes
our nature predicts tomorrow
Whether serendipitous or nightmarish
horror.
Response well to a global hallow
a prayer;
Goodnight my blossom see you in the morning,
When the sun comes from the east
Shining its beauty through leaves.....
The clock struck twelve at noon,
And the family sat down to eat.
They were a picture of perfection,
A husband, wife, and a little child
They loved each other more than life,
And their joy was a sight to behold.
They laughed and talked as they ate,
Life was but a full moon
The boy asked for water,
His mother offered to help.
But he refused to be helped
And wished to do it himself
His father warned him not to spill the water,
But the boy was clumsy and the glass tipped over.
A few drops fell onto the floor
The boy looked down in shock and fear
But before he could say anything,
His father struck him hard across the back
The boy cried out in pain,
And his mother gasped in horror
An innocent wish
Became a grave mistake
The meal was left unfinished,
And the family was plunged into silence.
It rained all day
With hovering black clouds roaming around
(Paghunda Zahid)
Where's that derisive phantom hiding? Why is he so cunning?
There are thousands of graves
exposed to hovering ravens...
searching for cold flesh just buried in the thick fog slowly rising!
I seem to hear a distant laughter...come out
despicable phantom, I'll end your irony
with this weapon with a precise shot!
Ah, you still laugh...thinking I wouldn't? Dare me!
The clouds may be too dark for this November noon,
but I came to this graveyard to honor the restless Dead,
not to spread useless terror like you are trying to do soon...
show your scary face, nothing frightens me! I've got lead!
I intend to defy you by all necessary means,
be it grit, revenge, anger, disdain...but not fear!
How can you instill such horrendous thoughts in those gullible teens?
They can't end their young lives with your sly voice ringing in their ear!
I am merely a mortal threatening a cadaverous immortal...
so guile, coward and vengeful who deceives souls, corrupts minds and changes fates;
who ever said that his strength or astuteness is invincible?
Until I am alive...I will surely trudge through this cemetery to spot your ghostly traces!
Rose red, white, pink, or yellow, is not merely a rose.
It has the beauty and fragrance to hypnotize us all,
Jasmine and Gardenia have fragrance so sensuous and wild,
They would remind me of my beloved the whole night.
Sunflower, Pansy, and Lavender, look so pretty,
They attract bees, birds and human alike,
As a young boy, I used to taste the nectar like bees,
Can’t forget the taste of honey even these days.
The beauty of Orchid, Giner, Heliconia, and Hawaiian Lei,
I could only appreciate if I were a butterfly,
Hovering over them, I would have been amazed by their intricate design,
Their colors and pattern would have given me a new look in my life.
Walking around in my little garden,
I feel content with the elegant look of Petunia and Marigold,
The birds of paradise and hibiscus show me the divine path,
Chrysanthemums, Daisies and Dahlias bring me heaven on earth.
And in my dream, I am floating into the blue,
The calm blue water caresses my tranquility;
The vistas are wondrous below the deep misty azure sky,
And I am drifting toward a tropical secluded island.
And in my dream, I am floating into the blue,
Submerged above, below, around in splendor;
Then my spirit comes gliding, a lovely white bird hovering,
Utterly beautiful my island lush with emerald green.
And in my dream, I am floating into the blue,
Little fish like gems come to kiss my toes with love;
No crashing waves, no sounds, just pure blue stillness,
In my dream, I am divine and sublime in a blue fantasy.
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January 10, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Into The Blue
Copyright Protected, ID 16-743-285-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
" How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth 1785 - 1842
rapt in a plaintive trance, when close my eyes,
enchanting abode appears in my dream,
surrounded by a garden ~ mesmerized ~
all around the wildflower bushes gleam ~
damsel in pretty silky cloak, blushing ~
on swing, reveling in, beside a stream.
swinging, fluttering, twirling, and prancing ~
roses beaming, dahlias frolicking ~
charming butterflies kiss, bees hovering.
warmth of lively precious friends, nostalgia endearing ~
hushed village-path, starlit sky, moon shining ~
tall trees witnessed, gleeful laughter gushing.
those are the days, those are the nights, dazzling ~
in memory ~ never disappearing.
November 19,2020
For Writing Challenge - Terza Rima Poetry Contest
Syllables checked by howmanysyllables.com
Sponsor: Constance La France
December 30, 2020
For Podium Placing Promise (2) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
There was a pause—
not silence,
but a thick, breathing gap
where time forgot its own name.
Seconds stacked like crooked teeth,
biting into a thought
that wouldn’t sit still long enough
to mean anything.
So I spoke—
quick, reckless—
as if words could dress themselves up
and pass for purpose.
But the question lingered,
slick and whispering:
was that real, or just noise wearing a mask?
Am I thinking too much?
No—
I am drowning in the thinking.
Each thought folds into another,
a hall of mirrors arguing with itself,
and suddenly—
I’ve missed something.
A cue.
A door.
A chance that closed without a sound.
Answer?
To what?
The air feels like a test I never studied for,
and somewhere unseen,
a verdict is already written.
Failed.
Again.
The word echoes,
soft at first—
then louder,
then louder—
until it becomes the pulse in my ears.
Will I ever learn,
or am I built to repeat—
a scratched record spinning the same mistake
until the needle wears through reality?
Pause.
There it is again.
That gap—
that holy, awkward silence—
stretching too wide to step across.
Is this meditation,
or mourning?
Did something die here
while I was busy naming it?
Thought breeds action, they said.
But mine hesitate—
hovering like ghosts
afraid to touch the living world.
Something holds me back.
Or saves me.
Or cages me
and calls it protection.
Save me from what?
The red light hums—
beautiful, forbidden,
a small sun begging for skin.
Touch it.
Don’t touch it.
The wall bends—
a face emerges, watching, waiting—
or maybe it’s just the shape
my fear decided to wear today.
Ponder.
Thought.
Action.
The ritual repeats
like a spell I never meant to learn.
Am I still alive,
or just reacting?
Reality hits—sharp, electric—
and for a moment
I feel it—
Accomplishment.
Fragile.
Temporary.
Almost believable.
One foot.
Then another.
Forward, they say.
Forever, it feels.
Another test waits behind the next breath.
Pause.
Thought.
Ponder.
Moment
Are you chameleons, dearest leaves?
Stealing colors of amber, like thieves;
Hiding pure gold dusts within, sometimes,
Putting on crimson shown like sun-shines...!
Birds, dear, from for lands! Don't go away!
You're nature's pleasure; kindly do stay!
Nightingales, cuckoos, swifts, and cranes,
Tell us, time-to-time, your inner pains...!
Blackberries, rose-hips and crab apples,
Laced with vivacious cocktail samples;
Ivies, yet, seem to start flowering,
Your scent, like clear cologne, hovering...!
Seeds! Fallen like very falls of Christ!
Though within womb of earth, iced and sliced;
Will resurrect and resuscitate,
Ascend toward ethereal state...!
I sense you, dear autumn, you tickle,
Each vein of heart and mind, you prickle;
Falling of leaves makes me unhappy,
I know, they'd spring greenish and sappy...!
20 August 2022
Hint of Autumn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh