Long Indwelt Poems

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Premium Member Feeding On Christ

Mankind is made as physical beings
but not only that we're spiritually too
so as we need physical nourishing food
spiritual food also required make us anew

Our source for this spiritual manna
is Jesus Christ himself son of God
only He can provide this life source
this keeps us moving our feet to trod

Jesus is the true light of the world
one where every blessing does flow
from Him alone is our living source
His timing is spot on never slow

Christ is our true divine God man
feed on Him for ever to constantly abide
such abundant pleasure comes from above
for in Christ enabling against the tide

So you are now indwelt in His love
overflowing quenching your very thirst
such is the perfect place to always be 
your friend for life always being first

('Whoever feeds on my flesh and drinks my blood abides in me, and I in him.') John 6: 56 (ESV)
Form: Rhyme


Sweet Valentine

In the twilight rain
In the crimson sun
A cute valentine chain
The love lyric is spun

You are the pink Aster
The rain is beautiful
In your city centre
The hibiscus bugle

You are a red flute
I can row a boat
You lend me the arrow
With a wave I shoot


You are the Sunshine
My icy prose I melt
In the peaks intertwined
A nirvana indwelt

In your gray dusk
I seek the blue stars
In your honey musk
I travel at the mars

In your dew-drop dawn
My scent of frangipani
In it I am withdrawn
For a scarlet anarchy

My river of the day
Your sun keeping warm
In the twilight bouquet
A violet thunderstorm

A shaft of sunshine
Fondling the thirsty lips
My golden valentine
A pink pearl on the rose leaves

Stay well my sunshine
With the golden hay
My lilac valentine
On the pink day

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January 29, 2018
Sweet Valentine-Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Form: Rhyme

Soundbites: 5-31-2025

Self-Owned

Remember
the day
you became entitled
to yourself

No debts to pay
no last charade
the circle closed
— indwelt

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)


Reflection

Do we just recall
a memory
Or its cause
and its effect

Is consciousness
a chain of links
To front load 
— or dissect

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)


Beatitude

The deeper you question
the more you constrain
God’s true existence
to never explain

Loosen your grip
on what holds you back
Surrender to glory
— Divinity’s tack

(1st Book of Prayers: May, 2025)


The Only Thing

Winning is always
undefeated
Score
to tell the tale

The victory plum
is zero sum
With glory
— to regale

(The New Room: May, 2025)


All Is Now

Unplugging tomorrow
recharging today
Conscripting the moment
— inside which we pray

(1st Book of Prayers: May, 2025)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Scrawled Sweetness


Penning delicacies
Like chocolate eclairs
Lemon chiffon
Colorful words, affairs
Of the tastebuds
Delectable shares
Light and appealing
Nothing compares
To heavenly puddings
Sweets like prayers
Promising goodness

In poetry and prose
Scrumptious words rise
Detailing mouthwatering
Thoughts, lovely pies
Capturing the silent joy
Twinkling in the eyes
Of those mouthwatering
Desserts who baptize
The tongue in delight
Nothing can disguise
Such yummy satisfaction

The empty page cannot know
Ways to cleverly melt
Prose with pleasantness
Here in the bible belt
Where we know our sugars
Blended with heartfelt
Palatability, allure of desserts
Who bring such deep-felt
Ecstasy from the soul who knows
Appetites are alive, indwelt
By such luscious gratification

Writing of honey loving tastes
In saccharine hearts, devoted
To pleasant flavors, 
Both tangy and light, quoted
By legendary authors
Poets – writers who noted
The savory enchantments
Found in confections, coated
With powdered sugar
Floating in syrupy delight, voted
The best part of life




A Merger With Food Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
May 5, 2022
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Effectiveness of God's Grace - Titus 2: 11-14

God's grace has come bringing salvation
to people of all variety and distinction
indwelt by His spirit of pure holiness
giving you His gift of regeneration

God's plan in sending His grace
to train His own to be controlled and upright
living lives of godliness in this present age
forsaking worldliness to gain God's light

In all of this God's people do wait
waiting in faith for their blessed hope
that hope is in the appearing of Jesus Christ
your Lord and saviour our all-seeing telescope

This Jesus gave up himself for us
to gain our redemption by His death
on Calvary's cross there He did bleed
gaining our victory in His last breath

Jesus bought us to purify a people
for His own possession to redeem
that they would do good works
being zealous full of godly steam

(For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people,  training us to renounce ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright, and godly lives in the present age,  waiting for our blessed hope, the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ,  who gave himself for us to redeem us from all lawlessness and to purify for himself a people for his own possession who are zealous for good works.)
Titus 2: 11-14 (ESV)
Form: Rhyme


For Wednesday

Caprice

The right moment
at the wrong time
The right rhythm
 with the wrong rhyme 

The verse oft hidden
 between the lines
The Muse abeyant  
— till prescience shines

(The New Room: January, 2026)


In Plain Sight

You can hide
in the open
when you’re
somebody else

No need for
a mask
with your image
indwelt

You can hide
in the open
when nobody
stares

An orphan
in training
whose devils
— may care

(The New Room: January, 2026)


Alone

I hope that
you die
before
the new morn

The night holding
captive
your future
forlorn

I hope that
you choke
on the words
you profane

A prisoner
convicted
alone
— in your pain

(The New Room: January, 2026)


Darkness Calls

Temptation rears
its ugly head
Deception hides
beneath our beds

The Angels
of our nature shunned
As darkness calls
— perdition comes

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Form: Rhyme

Soundbites 3-4-2026

This Over That

Why do I
post here
let me count
the ways ...

Saying
quiet parts
out loud
other sounds betray

Why this forum
over that
which one
best defines

What I truly
want to say
mazing through 
— the rhyme

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

Fruition The Magic

The key  
to the puzzle
 that last
final piece
Assumptions
misplaced
with the process
in play

The whole
always greater
than the sum
of its parts
Fruition
the magic
with completion’s
— foray

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)


In Love With The Moment

Being brave
not about 
being different
Or being
indifferent
— but being yourself

Being yourself
 in love
with the moment
Burning the candle
whose flame
— in indwelt

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)


Still She Whispers

How do you plan
to feed your Muse
with silence
or acclaim

Do you stay open
to what she brings
or muted
with disdain

Still she whispers
in your ear
in darkness
and in light

A lifeline thrown
from deep within
ignored
— to roam the night

(The New Room: February, 2026)


Piercing The Veil

The point of your spear
finds the darkest heart
To kill and impugn
— where depravity starts

(The New Room: March, 2026)


Fallow Dreams

Wanting so bad
to be good
In virtue
my faults understood
Each choice I now make
forgives a mistake
Displacing the worm
— from the wood

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026) 



Your Choice

Do your doubts
destroy 
your dreams

Do your dreams
destroy
your doubts

Your choice
on whom 
to blame

Your choice
to scream
— or tout

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Form: Rhyme

Eternal Life Starts Down Here

When Christ comes He'll bring real life 
gone for good, the sting of death.
His power and peace cleanses the strife,
Life eternal with His Holy Breath, 
pluck the day while it is ripe; get engrossed.

All unmerited on our part, 
by Christ the victory is won.
His death and resurrection starts
a journey with the Holy One.
Seize the day, live life from pillar to post.

Life that begins by our free choice
indwelt by His Spirit holy;
we listen daily for His voice
which leads us to gates of glory.
Smell the roses before they become toast.

Heaven is real, I can hardly wait
until our good Lord's will is done.
God's calendar will not be late;
timing revolves around His Son.
Carpe diem, live life to the utmost.

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