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The great stranger unknown,
always there but never shown.
A veil of uncertainty,
hidden well in eternity.
If only we could catch a glimpse,
how it would effect our lives immense.
Heaven, hell those questions linger,
till we feel death's cold finger.
Visions of golden streets and pearly gates,
make you wonder why we wait.
We come into this world with great promise
and nothing in hand.
We leave this world with a great promise
of an unseen land.
Take comfort you are not alone to face this fate,
we all must keep destiny's date.
9/23/18
If you were the sky
Even if it rains or not
Even if it's day or night
It will always be alright
I still want you in my sight
If you were the sky
I will never look for someone else
For your beauty and charm is immense
I will be elated if i could reach you
But i am contented by seing the view
If you were the sky
I will gladly wake up and see
The pretty view of the sunrise
Drinking this nicely brewed coffee
Amazing, this just feels so nice
If you were the sky
You would be always there all the time
Reminding me that everything's fine
And comfort me when I'm down
Then you would not see me frown
If only it could come true
Hoping and expecting for you
But you were just a cloud that flew
And left me here missing you
April 20, 2017
Choose A Topic : Heartbreak and Loss
Thanks be to God, Autumn is on the way back,
Last warm sunshine falls upon the grassy path ways,
Leaves on branches racing to change their dresses,
Ablaze with new color in the brilliant golden rays.
In the blue open sky birds wandering,
Far away distance wind visiting golden leaves,
Oh my heart is like a tiny kite floating,
On the wing of Autumn wind I, also, greeting.
Picking up the withered leaves to feel the warmth,
For, God's love wrapped inside each leave,
God's love is filled in the air,
For the life, love of God I breathe.
Thanks be to God for the brilliant gift,
The colors of God's grace and healing,
Suddenly, I realize why the Autumn is so withered
Because this world still has so much sufferings.
Thanks be to God for the colorful Fall,
Autumn in exile full of immense nostalgic days,
God's love is greater than the universe
I am a lowly servant, my mercy Lord, how can I repay?
Thanks be to God for a vibrant color present to this world,
Like the love of God for humanity,
God died for mankind to live,
For this life, forever and ever, in God's love and mercy
Joe Nguyen
(Sept, 2016)
Though you may be sad loosing a loved one..
You weren't there When God lost his only son..
You may think you have many a debtor...
You weren't there when Jesus was betrayed with thirty pieces of silver...
Though you may be weary and laden with despair..
You didn't witness when they tormented him and didn't care...
Although you may be in agony and immense pain..
You weren't there when the Lamb was fatally slain.
You may think that you cannot carry on and life is grim..
You weren't there when they mocked and spit on him..
Although you may have too many worries at hand..
Look down, you weren't there when they put nails in CHRIST'S bleeding hands.
Although you think you have been badly scorned...
You weren't there when they forced on his head, a crown of thorns..
Though you may feel that everything in your life is going wayside.
You weren't there to feel the sword that pierced HIS bleeding side.
Though you may think that you really don't want to live.
Christ loved us enough to die on the cross, and he will forgive.
I watched him when he was just a boy
Looking wide eyed in the carpenters house
As Joseph carved and crafted wood.
Then years later, I heard him teaching
On the shores of the lake in Gallilee
Carving the souls of all who listened
With teaching that came from such depths.
He spoke with authority, wisdom and love
Capturing all those present with his truth
As he had captured so many fish hours earlier.
But on that day
I stood on a corner in Jerusalem.
In the distance, the babble of a crowd
Jeering , laughing and shouting,
A cacophony of hate, approached.
The hot afternoon sun’s draining heat
Seemed only to fuel the mobs anger.
As they came near, I saw a man
Carrying a heavy, wooden cross.
His head bent. body stooped
Blood dripping from the thorny crown
The soldiers had forced upon his head.
I gasped to see this human frame
As it collapsed upon the dusty street
Unable to bear the terrible weight
Of the heavy wooden beams
And the sins of mankind.
I ran to him, an urge to do something
Overpowered any fear of the soldiers
I placed a cloth over his blood stained face
He looked at me with gentle eyes
Now I could see his features
I recognised him , he was Jesus.
I folded away the cloth
That bore the imprint of his face
Etched in blood and sweat .
In the depth of his pain and torment
He looked at me with eyes full of love
The impression they made on my soul
Was so immense, so powerful
That tears were flowing down my face.
I backed away as the crowd moved on.
Later I saw them take his fractured body
From the blood stained cross.
I watched as his mother held her son
Before they took his body away.
To the tomb that had been prepared.
But would not prove to be
His final resting place.
For I knew, in that moment, when I looked
Into the face of the son of God.
He would rise again
As he had said.
Easter Poetry Contest
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
7/4/22
Listen to my "December lullaby"
"Oh, whispering willow"
With love for sister, "salt poured from my eyes"
For "I miss my yellow"
"She waves her wings", sighs "when the sad wind blows"
Her "medallion moments"
"My ethereal seraph" hardly knows
Her unique endowments
"Even without ink", "indigo silence"
Marked her "haven of hope"
"The beautiful dolphin" had no guidance
"Black dove", she could not cope
"Crimson fire" lost in "embers and snowflakes"
"Half of my heart" is gone
"Ebony reflections" are her heartaches
In an "opaque grey" dawn
"With bated breath", she bid "Summer goodbyes"
"White lilies for you", sis
"I'll keep your heart warm" every new sunrise
My dear you, how I miss!
"Blue was the colour of her dress" the day
"The tender lost doe" died
"My porch, an empty canvas" to portray
"The sadness of a child"
"Some other day, some other time", we'll meet
In "vast lavender fields"
On paths "better than gold" we'll share a treat
From death's dark past, He shields
"Those woods along the shore" have their bottom
"Deep in the horizon"
"An aria of alluring autumn"
"Scented leaves", the siren
"Stuck in a snow globe with you", I'm happy
"Can I be the one", dear?
"Shining in poetry's light", you're snappy
But you're safe, have no fear
"Our dalliance has ended" now, so soon
I feel like those crazies
"For You are my great escape" 'neath the moon
"Butterflies and daisies"
I look for "footprints that will never show"
Memories make me cry
I place a "withering white rose" in snow
In my heart, you won't die.
05.20.2021
In honour of Laura Loo
{I have used her poem titles (in quotes) and written in first person to try to show her immense love for her late sister.}
Pt. 2
with her a tray of stack flapjacks, crisp bacon, and a foam cup filled to the rim with apple juice. I remember that she came once before, and I was glad to see her again. Her face was without concerning lines, and she had a pleasant aura about her.
I was exceedingly voracious, and so she didn't need to encourage me to eat.
She too disappeared through the steel portal, but this time dolly and I followed her.
On the other side , there were large and small numerous forms of peculiarity.
The brightness of the sun penetrated through a large window and freely occupy the rooms.
The populace was shepherd by stiff characters.
Dolly and I felt out of sort, yet flashes of memories of this place stole into my encephalon.
One of the stiff characters rushed towards me and ushered me to another large peculiar room. I was frail against her strength. She placed dolly in a wet chair in the room. Dolly gazed at the floor, and I could not see the pain in her face, but felt her misery.
The stiff character, who had the shape of an immense melon, removed my clothes and shoved me under a shower head. The pressure of the tepid water soothed the long raw abrasions on my body, in which I had no memories of how they came about.
With fresh raiment and dolly in my arms, I felt anew and I willingly let the stiff character lead me back into the population. With the stiff character at my side , I walked the grounds and fed the geese that waddled onto the thick lawn. Greedily I inhaled the scents of magnolia trees and azalea bushes.
The events of the day were quick and hearty meals. The tear of the day came when I was swept back into her world.
*****
I clawed at my arms and struggle against the unwanted phantom of my despair.
He called himself my originator, the ruler of my existence, and he proved his power over me routinely. I am ignorant to the start and the reason of his savage encroachment of my body and mind.
As far as I can remember this world that I lived in has been an eternity.
O’ Angel of mercy
Wait
Do not take her away yet
Tarry a while
Wait a while
Her body is still warm
Her soul still lingering
I have to say
A million things
I have to show her
A million dreams
O’ Angel of mercy
Stay a while
Wait a while
She has yet to hug me
She has yet to love me
Her hand on my head
Her breath on my cheek
O’ Angel of mercy
Tarry a while
Wait a while
My heart cries
For her warmth
My life cries
For her strength
O’ Angel of mercy
Stay a while
Wait a while
Her immense love
Which gathered
Me to her
Is yet to be felt
O’ Angel of mercy
Tarry a while
Wait a while
Give me a chance
O’ Angel of mercy
Give me a chance.
By-Tahera Mannan
Contest-Your Darkest Hour
Sponsored by-Ryland Matthews
Best of tragic-comedies I have read so far,
Is Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice, fineness par?
Antonio fails to pay his heavy loan taken,
Shy-lark's immense pride is too terribly shaken...!
Each little movement, like final chess, did all play.
None, though, moving naughty coins each step, could not stay.
Shakespeare knew how to start and end his whole story,
It's, hence, his each story has its gorgeous glory...!
Who could, days such old, think of flesh away from blood?
He did. This is hence his stories seem flower-bud.
Skylark had to be dragged within the plot he hatched.
Antonio's judge (you know who) did get things well-patched...!
Love ultimately wins. Each in this cosmos knows.
Despising love, I do not know, where a soul goes...!
04 September 2022
Tragi comedy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Learning the threacherous tricks of the despicable ones
Enabled the greed-driven soldiers to conquer with lies;
Torpid days of guilt came to smolder them with disgrace,
Trudging forth the conquered souls lost wealth and praise.
Immense was the anger of having been betrayed by their own;
Gentry souls fought in the fierce battlefield to defend their reign.
Gushing blood became a red river, corpses in open graves;
Observance is repressed with disdain, the South still grieves.
No remembrance for the slaughtered ones, no mercy in their voices,
only a deplorable silence; their heads won't bow and show sympathy.
How can a nation be whole, if it is divided by an ideal of pride that rages?
Unrest troubles them, it's time they restored fairness and human dignity!
Prosperity is
absurd without unity,
it's a disaster.
Written on 4/11/2016
Contest judged on: 4/13/2016