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Shout it out! Unmute yourself. Don’t stand in silence.
Make a stand. Tell them all. Make Him known,
Whisper it. Share with someone. Give him your reliance.
Drop your fears! Answer the call, you are not alone.
Give them the news. Reach to those you know.
Tell it to the poor, the rich. Tell the inbetween.
Make him known in the high and the low
Don’t be discouraged, don't let the world separate you and he unseen.
Give it to the powerful, give it to the weak,
Give it to the bold, give it to the shy,
Keep it close and send it far to those who seek.
Let it soar, send it to the ends of the earth, make it fly.
Don’t hold your tongue, tell it to all.
Let the ignorant know the news.
Spread the word! Do not stall.
Tell the Gentiles, Tell the Jews.
In the morning tell some, in the night tell the rest.
Whether you tell many or few.
Make him known to the worst or the best.
All are valued and wanted, he knows you.
Make the unknown, known.
Make the unseen, seen.
He can make the imperfect, perfect.
He will heal the unhealable.
Make his love and light
Known.
FARE-THEE-WELL TO RACISM:
I was really discredited in my own state,
However my lips don't annihilates.
Merely I lost my sentiment,
When I was treated with contempt.
Maybe you don't really understand this.
But anytime you also receive a diss,
You retaliate based on your feelings,
And you see it to be your healing.
Yet,what's wrong when my eyes speaks,
After you've made my heart bleed?
Is it wrong for me respecting you,
As an imperfect fellow human,
Or should I treat you like a pretty fool,
For you to say I'm very inhumane?
Frankly,unity is the beautiful clue,
That my heart beat for...as a truelove,
Only to make the world a fine place,
For us to have one big divine faith.
A divine faith to eradicate hatred,
The hatred that turns us into aliens.
Aliens that love and promote racism.
Which breeds wars and favoritism,
Through competitions and religions,
That lacks values and core reasons.
Is it wrong for my cutis being black,
And yours being white?
If No,why are we shedding blood,
In this unnecessary multiracial fight?
Please the world needs to stand as one,
To achieve the peace that we aspire.
I’m the princess of typos
a mistress of mistakes
the duchess of defects
a lady of lapses
the empress of errors
Let’s keep things informal
you don’t have to bow
I carry as many erasers
as the law allows
From now on, you can call me ‘Your highness,’
unless they start dusting off the guillotines.
My written French is, at best, imperfect, I make grave mistakes.
Mixing up things like my é (aigus) and è (graves).
“Without the mistakes,” the TA shrugged, “you had one of the highest marks.”
“Baiser-moi,” I whispered, disappointedly. I thought I’d written a solid paper on omega balances and oxidative stress measurements.
Now that I’m in med-school
I’ve so many things to learn.
Did dinosaurs like doughnuts?
Do squirrels tell nutty jokes?
But it’s Sunday, I’m not learning anything today.
I am, in fact, languishing in free-hours.
It’s an unnatural scene - no pencils, no books,
no studying student’s dirty looks.
Pencils are having a heyday, in Paris, this year - they’re finally chic!
I’ve always been a pencil girl (did I mention typos?). I know everyone says that now but it’s true,
I swear. (Making the Girl Scout Sign)
“Agh! I need a pencil,” someone said in class, just yesterday. I pretended not to hear them and griped my #5 mechanical-pencil a little closer and tighter.
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Songs for this:
Little Hercules - Trisha Yearwood
Big Deal - LeAnn Rimes
C'est la vie - Emmylou Harris
The Forest
The forest never
asks where it is
it always knows the way
be like the forest
You'll find me in the forest
Beneath the silver birch tree
With ribs in weaves of primrose
And stomach in knots of heather
What beauty today
In a land such as this,
Spinning blue skies
Dizzy from twirling leaves,
Stars in the water
Shining like sunken treasure,
Loose trees shifting
And dripping warm sun down their backs,
And everything, everything alive.
What beauty today,
In this land
Like a steady stream
That trickles through the forest,
I will persevere.
Though my journey is unknown,
I know I’ll reach the ocean.
Magnificent leaves
Beautiful tall pines and oaks
Mysterious, Dark
In this wild resplendent place
ferns unfurl softly green
below bearded mossy trees
rain falls, birds call, echoing
sound of deep forest
breathing
Its wild in here
yet so peaceful
your love has made a forest out of me
You are the forest
that I'm willing to explore even at the most dangerous and darkest area.
Just to discover
your beauteous mysteries.
As the wind blows
through the desolate trees
of a forbidden forest
and the falling of the leaves
is all that can be heard
everything stands, still
there is no time
only peace
Adventure has started
you have to capture my heart,
i will be running ,
so begin the hunt.
Be careful to choose the right path,
my forest is enchanted,
you might fall into a trap.
pick a weapon for this fight,
you must be cautios,
don't let me out of your sight.
i'll be hiding somewhere far,
watch your moves,its dangerous,
i could leave you a scar.
i think you have a chance to win,
just let your mind run wild
and keep your heart clean.
Love,is like a forest,
so big, mystifying, and enchanting,
yet,so evil, dark, and dangerous.
Life,is like a tree in a forest,
one out of many but individually beautiful, with
amazing aspects,yet,ordinary, overpowering, or underwhelming.
Friendship,like a branch on the tree.
a part that makes something, different,
and wonderful,yet,differing, imperfect, and vast.
We are a part of the forest.
In the forest of hope,
One will find tranquility, prosper, and love,
In the forest of hope,
One is all and all is one.
In the forest of doubt,
One will find hostility, failure, and evil,
In the forest of doubt,
One is none and none is one.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Please read the rules above. Obey,
Lest you receive a quick “NA.”
So many fail to read my rules,
So many fail to heed them. Fools!
There’s quite a few, yes, I agree,
Take note of number fifty-three,
Which warns you must use perfect rhymes,
Imperfect ones are common crimes.
Instances of this are ample,
Let me give you an example,
By some guy, let’s call him “Blake,”
Two violations for heavens sake!:
“Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"
Perhaps ‘twas written by a child,
Whose scribbles with a pen were wild.
Who dares rhyme “eye” with “symmetry?”
This poet barks up a wrong tree.
And also violates Rule Eight,
Good spelling is my main mandate.
“Tyger?” Really!? Sounds precocious,
But the spelling is atrocious!
I found another case just recently,
A poem that starts out quite decently,
Then ignores my main decrees,
The errors seem to come in threes:
“…Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
‘Surely,’ said I, ‘surely that is something at my window lattice,
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore …”
That’s three bad rhymes, all in a row,
Although it seems to have good flow,
(Suggest you study E. A. Poe),
And syllable counts? Inconsistent!
See Rule Ten, I am insistent.
Imagery superb? Yes, granted,
But who rhymes “haunted” with “enchanted?”
Such rhyming crimes are then repeated,
If only they could be deleted:
“...Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore ..."
Could these mistakes I just ignore?
“NA,” I say. Quoth: Nevermore!
Submitted February 29, 2024
Overly Particular Judges Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Judged: "NA"
I am standing behind You,
alone tonight…
Watching You,
Create me.
Unable to quiet my racing thoughts
From new fears, this perspective has brought.
As I image You – standing there,
Scratching Your hair,
Speaking my soul into being.
I am appalled, Father God.
at the choices You made.
This inclusion of imperfections.
It is very distressing to me.
Watching You, Standing there.
Building me, with such care!
I watched you sculpt the outer me
How You smiled at the freckles placed so carefully.
By Your loving hands, You designed me.
With crooked teeth and big feet
Fine-tuning every dimple and coloring my hair.
I was amazed at the details You did not spare.
However, enlightening this perspective might seem.
Had I something to say, as You whittled away,
I wish You had changed a thing two or three!
Though my view is imperfect,
and slightly impaired,
standing behind You
this night.
Observing Your depth of love and concern,
I cannot help but despair!
Why choose to claim me at all?
When and where did this plan take shape?
During a vision, a dream, song,
A whimsical thought,
hopefully not … a mistake?
What made it necessary to plan a place?
Yet so incomplete and broken, disgraced.
What good could I be
With an attention span slightly
south of a flea?
I must demand – You understand?
Some explanation to me!
Did some other plans go astray?
Leading to this inclusive display?
I doubt You surprised, by a snake cracking wise:
or the fruity apple scent on Adam’s breath?
But before the foundation
Of all, You had planned–
You then chose me?
I do not understand.
But standing behind You,
tonight,
I can see in Your face,
The joy and the grace
You felt,
As You created me.
As You completed the only one of me to be.
Suddenly I Comprehend Your purpose for me
I am now not afraid …...
Oh, Please my Lord – Perfection Incarnate,
No longer will I question,
No further will I doubt.
As joint-heir I humbly pray.
Continue Watching me
As I surrender to You!
Fully enabled –
From Perfection’s hand,
an imperfect vessel
Now Yours to command.
My convictions refuse to give any of my poetry’s limelight to horoscopes or the like because these go against my belief in the Son of God, the Word of God and the grace of God. Because I don’t believe in horoscopes, and actually am against them as they are sinful and against God’s instructions, I won’t be using the title chosen by the contest sponsor. I do love Silent One though and will offer my poem as a reflection of that love, even if it is omitted from the contest because of the title. God bless you all.
“We are all petals of imperfection sharing the same sun” - Silent One
Tears fall quietly,
Remembering the heart’s seasons,
Glistening through the skies,
Like the richest purity,
Twilight bleeding into songs,
Meant to bless, the heal, to say…
Heaven is but moments away,
So we wait, on bended knee,
For the joy that we’ll soon see,
Joy beyond what we might dream,
Joy alive, like the sun’s glow,
Like the moon’s slow climb,
Like the moment He was mine….
Tears kiss my cheek,
Dewlike and refreshing, aching,
Expressions of faith, hope, love,
The silence of a clear, cool night,
Abiding in the soul who knows,
His love just grows – it grows and grows,
Serene and satisfying, spiritual sanctions,
Erasing the fears, the tears, the years…
Before I was sure that what I am feeling,
When He is with me, when He reveals Himself,
Through the bird’s morning songs,
Through the firefly’s dance in the dark,
Through the effortless music that invites…
Hearts to hear the trees as they talk,
Souls to feel the grace who speaks soft,
Spirits to taste the love that stirs hope…
Tears glisten on my heart, flowing,
As the winds pick up speed, rushing,
Toward the moment when I first believed,
He is the One who made light so I see…
He is the reason for my heart’s peace,
He is the reason for my soul’s devotion,
He is the reason for my spirit’s praise.
Tears never let go of the way they can say…
Though so imperfect, my love – I will pray…
Beyond my flaws and failures,
Beyond my many imperfections,
There is a story of God’s Son creating a hope,
Beyond what I might have expected,
A faith far greater than I’d ever predicted,
A love that is alive like the fire living inside…
Because He created my best life…
Because He became the sacrifice,
Because He surely is the bread of life!
For years they live in shadow
For years they've been mistreated
For years they've been ignored and pushed aside
Black sheep of the family
Blamed for everything
From the broken window to the last place in line
Who is to care?
Seems no one
As long as nothing is broken
Nothing needs to fix
Who is to say we are perfect?
Yet we don't realize the growing malignant malady
Oh America you are supposed to be the beacon of the world
Yet you fall so
You seem deaf to the voice within
The voice of reason
You seem to make up your mind on certain things and not see the obvious
What caused you to be the judge?
Or are you now a juror?
Say bypass
Minds all made up
Fine
You will see once and for all
Who is the juror and who is the judge
None of thee
God does not make anything imperfect
Yet you continue to insist it is
Time to owe up to our mistake
And let our Ruler to be the judge
Time is a wasting
Can't afford to lose it
Time is the essence
Let's not be blowing it
Time is unknown
Let's not misspending it
You can do it
You can correct it
And make it right!!
Hola
Stretching deformation of clouds by audacious desire,
firmaments of illusion to admire.
Rational texture of scientific declaration,
reflections in mirrored capacity for the nation.
The mighty ego and its desperation to exist,
relativities adapt to the chill of the morning mist.
Rising light of ambition,
the promised exchange towards others submission.
From the tower of ecstasy, that fragile height,
power of the merciless and all proud of might.
Winds of false hope the incomparable element,
hailing the imperfect pursuit in all contempt.
When air is not free and water does not flow,
the disembodied soul goes, for she does not know.
The illusions of the wicked to create permanent existence,
not realizing that perfection has no resistance.
Drawing emanation from the skies,
dreams in symmetry’s by the awaken eyes.
MARRIAGE OF DIAMOND AND GOLD
~ Scented honeysuckle heaves from her pillow ~
Her chest rises and falls, a strong and gentle ship
Her lips tinted pink with luscious femininity
Her laugh pulls joy from the the thunder of his heart
~ His strength, as the ship anchor, keeps his marriage grounded ~
He will lasso the universe, reshape the moon and stars for her
She holds his shoulders, looks into his eyes, certainty of blue
Their minds, like an intertwined road, meld, separate, and kiss again
~ Their rings clink together like champagne flutes ~
Diamonds and gold fizz, exuberant in their lives
Sensate flesh and size perfect, imperfect, paradise
His arms cloak her shoulders, a raiment of dreamy content
Kim Rodrigues © 2017