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One of a kind there'll never be another you
what you hold in your heart to them have held true
I've looked upon the core of what you store within
for me you exist as unique among all men
The song that you sing it's truths held so high
oppression of those different wherein injustice lie
to the robing of nature her diversity and vest
in a poem of tone inequities do you suggest
The external show some may just see as art
but what you paint and sing and write demonstrates your heart
I told you early on I judge not by outward show
but what is seated inside that I wish to know
All that you paint on canvas and in song
demonstrates reality and courses right and wrong
what you depict sets forth description of your mind
a spectrum of vision coloring inferior to whats fine
I even see the sweet things you so carefully thought hid
been learning to read have I ever since I were a kid
When you looked across that room what did you think you saw
for the night before I saw your minds cognition all
A woman loves a man for who he is inside
the character of his self that he can never hide
for what he thinks and does demonstrates his care
his ability to display and with it others share
Do never judge me like the world which in you live
For the greatest teacher does truthful insight give
what is truly frightening is that I scare myself
that vision is so clear unlike minds so full of stealth
One who is wise will choose a man for his heart
that is his essence where communion can start
perception is his own gift where he chooses to live
to share it with another its benefaction give
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
Lord, here I am today;
You already know, perfectly, the many themes
churning in my mind, my heart,
like a child's spinning top they whirl around,
blurring together in one confusing frame
all the old insecurities, the vulnerabilities, the sorrows.
Even before I start to pray, You already know.
How foolish I am at times...
I don't talk to You;
I just go on my way trying to solve my problems,
my husband's problems, my children's problems,
the world's problems...
carrying on my weak shoulders
burdens far too great for me to bear,
You long to share them, to wear the yoke with me;
help me remember in those times
that only You in Your great wisdom know
what is needed in each circumstance;
You love everyone equally
and only You can do what is just and holy.
Forgive my neglect...
I am busy with the business of life
and I forget how trivial it all is
compared to You, Your love,
and Your infinite pleasure in communing with me.
Renew today and every day
the joy of my salvation;
help me relish the relationship I have with You,
my Father and my best friend.
I pray for those who are leaders over us;
God, they need Your knowledge
for we are facing perilous times,
more so than I remember in my lifetime.
Create within their hearts
a great hunger to come to You
for the strength and wisdom needed to insure and protect our freedom
and to stand for the weak and helpless in the world.
Help me be honest with myself
and fair with others.
Give me grace to face the inequities of earthly living
and to extend mercy to those who hurt and abuse me.
Make me newly aware that joy comes
in obedience to You and service to others.
I know that many people do not share my faith;
I would be kind, gracious and respectful to them
that they might see a true picture of You
in my speech and actions.
Bring me to people today
who need Your touch,
Your loving care
and, then, let them feel You in my hands.
May my living be a praise song to You,
a sweet perfume...
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, September 3, 2014
Shattered and battered by the inequities of life
Dark nights hindered shrouding luminous skies
In a childhood that missed the thrill of playgrounds
And adulthood that ran a solo sprinter’s marathon,
Crossing continents on pedagogic visions of joy
When testimonials of knowledge bestowed wings to fly;
And there I landed far from where nothing was
And molded its shape into works of arts and crafts
From humble sketches outlined in the grains of sand—
In prairies of essence now a happy abode stands.
September 29, 2019
Placed 1st: Story of my life in ten lines poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Jesus Christ shall restore that which was lost and was take
Away from me. He shall restore my inspirational gift of
Poetry! Which He has freely bestowed upon me!
Jesus Christ shall never leave nor forsake me!
No He shall never abandon me!
Thus all of my poetry is being copied by heavenly angels!
These heavenly recording angels are God's very own
Heavenly scribes! Jesus Christ will wipe all of my
Tear drops from my eyes! No more tears of heart ache
Shall I cry! When I am in my heavenly promise land!
All of my heart breaks and all of my pain shall be
Forever taken far far far away from me! All of
My sins and all of my inequities shall be forever
Taken far far far away from me! Never to be
Remembered any more!
And I shall dwell in the House of the Lord
Forever! He shall be my God and I will be
His beloved and faithful daughter and child!
What wonderful blessings are in store for me!
All because of the Son of Man from Galilee!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
September 05, 2021
A golden coin flipped into the sky
One side is absolute truth
the other side is stamped with lies
Hope it lands right/wrong side up
so you can partially realize
the truth doesn’t always set you free
Sometimes deception leads to wise
Neither side exists
without the other
Truth and lies are Siamese brothers
Born of necessities
yet neither of them has a mother
Look up look down
all things can offend and bother
Absolute truth or filthy clean lies
there are so many things that they Father
We are temporary our purpose is significant fodder
so through our inequities we wander
Spin the coin
the image you will see
is the blending of who we think we might be
Witness our insanity
by looking back at lying throughout history
Yet there is truth hidden
flickering within the spin
start over finish
once more begin
Words alone can’t set us free
Centrifugal force thinking
trapped inside each possibility
Rooted in our impure paternity
Watch how friends become the enemy
Perspectives changing depending on adversity
Truthfully can anyone know
who they are meant to be
Rise up or see life on bended knee
What is it that words hope inspire
A coin can only be destroyed by fire
Live life find what you desire
We’re all tethered together
by a hidden wire
Truth or a lie
lower and higher
Kind or cruel
or self loathing despiser
We’re born of muck and mire
Aspire to be a flyer
or maybe just a consumed buyer
Still all energy will eventually expire
do it all before you tire
Tell the absolute truth
or if you choose be a liar!
06/25/2018
Submitted to Brenda Chiri's Abandon Poetry Contest.
He was the Lamb that had to be slaughtered
during the Passover and without Calvary, there wouldn't have been any salvation;
nothing would have forgiven our unpardonable sin!
Christ, as Isaiah prophesied, came when Jerusalem
was in dire need of a king who promised freedom!
The Romans were the conquerors with that mighty sword,
but only the defiant Barabbas waged war against Caesar with many a rebellion!
Many say that we shouldn't venerate the cross which Jesus died upon,
but without the presence of that cross, we couldn't have been saved;
Jesus' blood gushed from it, to stain the rocks below, and wash all inequities away...
and the weeping and wailing of His mother Mary deepened when Christ expired,
as the earthquake jolted Jerusalem's streets and Temple,
to even make the envious and skeptical Priests tremble,
the radiant sun became invisible as darkness covered all;
and was it a coincidence or the undeniable fact that God Himself showed us His mercy?
We haven't carried the heavy wooden cross through Jerusalem and being whipped,
and laughed at; and we haven't seen those women cry for the Christ whom they heard speak;
and we haven't felt the agony of the most atrocious hour that He endured for us all!
An impostor wouldn't have suffered and died to become the Redeemer they awaited,
a liar wouldn't have glorified His Father and preached a Gospel that offered much hope;
History was changed at Golgotha, and human kindness nurturing divine love triumphed!
Lord Jesus, many heard you speak on the Mountain and beheld what we could not!
Lord Jesus, Andrew and John stood by you and comforted Your Mother with their tears!
As you promised the good thief...Lord, remember us, too when we testify in Your favor
or die for Your sake! Paradise awaits us, and all who believe in goodness, not evil;
the excruciating crucifixion was predestined, not being staged by Man who hated love,
it had to happen in order for Humanity to reconcile with their forsaken God of Israel!
We can never be worthy for Your sacrifice, unless we become the messengers of true faith...
to uphold truth and dignify love as you often did in words and deeds!
If we forget Your passion, nothing can magnify the purpose of Your death;
and without a shepherd, this flock will aimlessly roam among rocks and weeds!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
If I where but a flower
I would completely overpower
Passion exploding upon slow motion
Burst forth gently, inducing satisfaction
Numbing pain, exuding pleasure, irresistible
Wafting flow, perfumed, appealing to desirability
Inexorable heavenly, stimulating senses, comforting
Hypnotic colours, psychedelic, evincing on persuasiveness
Lose yourself in me, find servility, you so want to be mastered
There is only one sweet moment, give in, indulge inequities
Explore taboo feelings, ride the storm, I’ll set you free
Allow my scent to saturate, permeate, predominate
Don’t try understand, succumb, let it happen
Relax unwind, in my redolent splendour
It cannot be sinful, for nobody cares
Nature does not judge, but gives
Never forget my essence
Have I not touched
Sheer fantasy
Pointedly
If I Were A Flower Poetry Contest
Sponsored by mystic Rose Rose
01/02/2021
you are afraid that seeming soft makes you weak, so you over compensate with anger and agression in order to appear fierce, so that you can feel as though you are strong, you feel that you cannot feel strong unless you have some sort of power over another, but i shall tell you, this is another kind of weakness, true strength is found in dignity and integrity, of simply being yourself, open and honest and without self deciet, a simple statement of who you are without any excuse or explanation, that is the true courage, to face yourself,to conquer your own inequities not those of others, to withstand the fire of self and emerge unburned, this is true strength, true courage, and true freedom from the shackles of self and others, in the freedom of being able to love yourself and others, without cause, without justification and without reason, this is the true freedom and joy of life.
Watch in action exuberance of life
As a toddler starts, stops, and falls,
Slowly but surely learning to walk
Questing ahead in poise of pizzazz
Powered by strength of inner voice
Taking first steps of will to survive,
Oblivious to clutch of circumstance
Sending some kids to refugee camps
Or seeking asylum, walking for miles,
Hope for them is a place to sleep,
Bread to eat, and freedom to live
Cognizant of borrowed air they breathe;
Some will make it, some will die
Some will shine in open blue skies
Flexing tenacity of wings they’ll fly
Like a tiny chick’s daring first flight,
They will rise from burned-out debris
Ascending like forest of new saplings
Sprouting through the remains of ashes.
When tears of fear grip their lives
Some do fold, yet some stay strong
As life-storms destroy their only path;
Those of fortitude build new bridges
Giving comfort to needy and weak
Taking them safely to the other side.
When spirits cower, afraid of strife
Some resiliently keep dreams alive
Though they know their life’s afire
Trusting new day meeting dark night
Will always glow in ebullient sunrise.
Some succumb to inequities of fate
When despair mounts a colossal fight
Some persevere with innermost strength
Traversing miles of whatever it takes
Finding promise in flowers and streams
Shedding distress, empowering dreams
Invoking goodwill, believing its call:
Upon every roof some rain must fall.
October 14, 2020
Poem of the day on October 16, 2020
Placed 2nd: Will to survive poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
WE . . . NOT FRUSTRATED
Those whose mouth speak and ooze
Only fire of a voluble vibrating vocabulary
Those whose sin is just speaking for others
In order for their other orders not to be ordered
Those whose lives were almost snuffed
Away by the ordered ultra-fascists gangsters
Those whose words sparkles only fire
To fire the unfired spirits into burn- fires
Those whose political jargons-renditions
Send thousands frenzy for action
Those whose offence is probing beyond
The nostril above their faces
Those who are ostracized for louding the truth
Above the speaker of the U and I garden
These
Are those my bird flock together with
During the day in search of the night
I among those given heavy knock on
The head for these inequities known only to them
I among those who are painted in stinker Toga
Of Miscreants, Disgruntled elements,…
I among those placed on a four season wheel-chair
With a gun powder explosion underneath
But
For them their son that strike the cheek of a Porter
More thunderous a slap to be queried nor be punished
For them their sons and daughters whose oblongata
Remains blank but full of giraffe and chips in the exams
For them their stooges that converse with guns and goons
For them that smile with axes, guns, daggers . . .
To strike, shoot and maim others
For them their anchors that knows nothing but something
For out of their nothing lies violence and blood
For they speaketh nor write
For them their boys they present a golden plate of honour
Found worthy in learning and character
Doomed to become menace to the society
For we . . . remain resolute
For we . . . not frustrated
For we . . . not cowed
For we . . . unperturbed
For we shall uphold the pillar of truth
Until our struggle shall beam light en route the tunnel
Alayande Stephen .T
12th February,2006
11.28am
Conceptualised after my four semester rustication
Verdict by Prof.Bamiro UI VC led SDC in
University of Ibadan on the 31st of January,2006.
A Promise to myself to refire the struggle not to retire.
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