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I SAW HER ONCE MORE
I saw her, a little girl framed as by a wreath
Of foliage at the neighbour's fence,
When I later visited Aunt Rose
She and hers were gone.
I saw her once more beneath a palm.
Too young to wear a veil,
she had a face with beauty to inspire
verses by Byron or Shakespeare.
I saw her once more amid a field of corn,
framed by an Amish bonnet.
To my question on her faith,
She confessed to one true God.
I thanked her for her answer,
and drove off.
I saw her again in a downtown store
dressed immaculately in white.
She caught my eye and smiled
a moment too long.
Her supervisor coughed.
I shall see her again, I imagine,
when she smiles a sweet adieu
handing a scalpel to a surgeon
during an operation that could fail.
"Sometimes there are No feelings, just words that talk very loud." By Poet
Come let me tell you a story,
about a want to be writer.
A young girl's notebook filled,
filled with her writings.
How a teacher put her and her writings down,
letting the class laugh at her work.
She knew she had something to say,
even if they did not believe in her.
She believed in herself,
even when the world was in doubt.
She used ink as her paints for painting,
on her canvas called paper.
She learned about rhymes and limericks,
along with verse, acrostic and more.
So many styles to choose from,
what was a girl to do?
Just write more for her readers,
telling stories in her poems.
She loved how her magical words,
seemed to go dancing across the paper.
When she found PoetrySoup,
she felt like she had come home.
Other writers to help her learn,
even correcting her from time to time.
Comments to inspire her,
bringing out her creativity and imagination.
A true writer writes from their heart,
never letting anyone stop them.
As quill tip touched
a fibrous page,
wormholes opened
to a neon age
With each stroke passing
and performing a word,
the smallest of sighs
could just be heard
My muse was sitting
somewhere near,
whispering softly
so that no one hears
Vibrating thoughts
in saffron lines,
her hands weave the air
and flow rhythm divine
This creature of thoughts
roams the world,
looking to inspire
and to be heard
Mixing up potions
of master works,
painting a picture
of horse riding Turks
Singing Cantata’s
to composers at birth,
molding life sculptures
in minds made of earth
Shes written folklore
in the bright of a star,
and painted a smile
that salutes a Czar
She inspires the hopeless
to live out their dreams,
giving the soul less
a spirit that gleams
Invoking the greats
from ages past,
giving her ideas
and planting a last
Fantastic the journeys
she has gifted me,
now I write with my heart
so that she may fly free
Start with clear style sincere:
Words spice imagineer
To echo in bright spheres.
Start with vision made plain:
Work purpose to sure gain
To challenge reach and reign.
Start with passion most clear:
Weave primal plot right here
To attain joy not fear.
Start with lovely image:
Style a mindset to stage
A conscious target page.
Start with firm peace of mind:
Walk where precious thoughts find
True heart in grand align.
Start to know that sure proof:
Love is the sure cause of truth
That affords all a groove.
Start to live bold and brave:
Know that kind action saves
Your soul with love you crave.
Start right now, here and then:
Watch and observe great trends
That inspire where and when.
Start to feel more alive:
Your heart knows how to jive
With soul stirrings that thrive.
Start to see the clear hints:
Intent shapes fortune's mint
As action colours tint.
Start with feeling easy:
Heart rules the mind clearly
As soul blossoms body.
Leon Enriquez
05 March 2015
Singapore
Written: January 08, 2025, For contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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Creeping softly through the iron gate.
I can't believe this has been my fate.
I stumbled into a faerie dance by chance
My stupor at their sight was truly a trance.
Lynx and fairy fly dart over the halcyon skies.
This rich fairy queen draws the world to her eyes.
Rarely seen on Earth, charm is planted to and fro.
Day or night, they are a sight to behold and glow.
I searched for heavenly beings in my quest.
With hymns and harp melodies to inspire zest.
My frail fantasies lingered, in ashes of my life.
Once adorned in flamboyant strife.
Joyfully singing a song of blessing for the crop.
Expressing themselves with the ethereal flop.
Their autumn magic will not be shattered.
They pirouette, their excitement is clattered.
Soon, I realized that I'd been whistling a long time.
The faeries' mesmerizing song was sublime.
I was instantly enveloped and sprinkled.
They now belong to the fairy dust, tinkled.
I have entered this world filled with the uncanny.
They've urged me to explore every nook and cranny.
My former house is gone; my fantasy was granted.
This turned into an avid day, as the light was slanted.
I climbed as my forefinger burned and scarred.
I felt a lightness flutter to my hips, marred.
To climb into desiccated ribcage cotta.
And my breath began a joyful cantata.
With emerald dragon curling through her hair.
The elfin maiden strokes his emerald tail.
And whispers incantations to the air.
That peace on earth will one day soon prevail.
Sometimes I don’t feel like writing.
I believe it’s the mood I’m in;
And nothing seems to sync in,
Like iTunes when you plug the phone in.
All writers come across writers block,
It’s a challenge to overcome the clog.
Dissipate the blockage, where’s Drano?
Relieve the system and get the mangoes.
It’s time to plan for something new,
Always refer and look to my roots.
Start with the basics then expand,
Don’t get stuck in your own quick sand.
Can’t spend life in one place,
Explore life as astronauts in space.
Soon something fresh and new,
Will inspire the writer inside of you.
there are profits to be had if you listen to a prophet of the Lord
blessings of infinite proportions if you choose to get on board
the prophecy of a prophet, the words from a man of God
a man whom God will use, a man after His own heart
one who is willing to sacrifice and still do all that he can
to spread the gospel, intercede for others and follow God's master plan
but where are those kinds of prophets today?
true men of God whom we desire to obey
many of them have forsaken their ministries and compromised their callings
and can't seem to realize that spiritually they seem to be stalling
for it's quality and not quantity that the Lord God desires
it's not how many, but how devoted are those whom you inspire
Elijah was a prophet who had an intimate relationship with Christ
he lived during the times of Queen Jezebel's opulent life
but Elijah was a simple man of God who was most adamant
he stood on the word of God and was determined to follow the commandments
he declared one day that God said there would be a drought
and until the people changed their wicked ways, the rains would not pour out
one day on his earthly tour Elijah met a lost soul
a widowed woman of little means who had abandoned all of her goals
Elijah asked her for some water and then he asked her for some bread
she said I only have enough for one last meal and then I will be dead
she had given up, she was defeated, she had relinquished all hope
she had forsaken her belief system and no longer had a desire to cope
yet in the midst of all this virulence and all of this stress
Elijah said to trust in God's word so her testimony would progress
and after she committed to the word and took that leap of faith
she received a profit from the prophet's prophecy, she got a food rebate
when you trust in the Lord to provide all of your needs
He will overflow your storehouse with an abundance of seeds
if you believe in Him, you'll then receive from Him, come out of your comfort zone
trust in a prophet's prophecy it has the power of the heavenly throne
be obedient to God's commands, on His word you can depend
trust in God's promises, they will profit you in the end
the profits in a prophet's prophecy you will then receive
just say yes to all God asks of you and in His word truly believe
This time each year we now celebrate
The conviction: love can conquer hate
Yet while our journey has come so far
A horizon, peaceful, still shines afar
My heart-of-hearts detests the fights
But we MUST push on for equal rights
For all those souls thus hurt or lost
Must not be ceded forsaken cost
Those voices cried in pain and strife
Will inspire our own to abet free life
So as ONE race, of women and men
The message, timeless, now-to-then
Is that we'll strive for love, in hand
'Til a time ALL hearts can understand
That heaven gave us this good earth
To share as HUMANS, in equal worth
And from the sands of struggle, sift
Grains of compassion ... our greatest gift.
(Yes, I wrote this before I saw that the contest was Acrostic, lol - not the first time ... it's rough, getting old) ;-)
CUPID/EROS
Oh! Erato,
Muse of the poetry of love
Inspire me today
I supplicate you for
I aspire for HIM to write
HIM: CUPID, the son of Venus
Goddess of beauty, and of Mercury,
The cunning messenger
Of Gods
Guide my pen, Oh, Muse,
I implore you, a hymn for
HIM to write
A worthy hymn
For this sweet winged-tyrant of
Mortals’ hearts,
This merciless despot of
Mankind
The looks of his mother taken and
The shrewdness of his father
Irresistible forever
Has remained and
Easily into our souls
Uninvited infiltrates, paralyzing
Every resistance of
Ours
Then unopposed
He marches on:
Conquering every heart,
Subjugating every will,
Dominating every mind and
Becoming the absolute master
Of our being
No armies are able to resist
His charms
No troops are willing to make a
Stand against him
Instead, they are:
Readier to embrace the shadow of death, than
To live under the Sun of the living
Readier to be defeated by Cupid’s sweet arrows, than
To be victorious
Readier to exist in shameful infamy, than
To claim fame eternal
Easy for me is now
To comprehend
Divine, Homer,
Who describes you, CUPID, as
“Invincible in battle.”
Yes, YOU are INVINCIBLE,
Indeed!
For no mortal, no matter how
Powerful,
Be he a king or a simple soldier,
Is willing to take arms
Against you on the battlefield
Of love
But he eagerly his soul
Trades for
Just a probable morsel of
Happiness,
A dim hope of love eternal
And thus,
Without giving a single blow,
CAPITULATES!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
2 January 2013
Can others see God’s triumph* in my spirituality?
That’s my testimony’s light against worldliness’ obscurity…
Am I consistent with my talk and walk’s sincerity???
Forgive me, Lord, for being an offense because of my carnality.
Can others see God’s triumph in my posture?
That’s my conviction along biblical standards’ venture...
Am I wise in my gesture toward temporal pasture???
Enable me, Lord, to please You in my faith’s gesture.
Can others see God’s triumph in my attire?
That’s my decency more than what my clothes require…
Am I righteous as a heavenly citizen in my deeds that inspire???
Keep me modest and holy, Lord, midst modernism’s mire.
Can others see God’s triumph in my earnest dealings?
That’s my attitude in any of my relationship’s sailings…
Am I kind, gracious and discreet in my minglings???
Pardon me, Lord, when I become a hypocrite in my feelings.
Can others see God’s triumph in my commitment?
That’s my dedication in my service-fulfillment…
Am I diligent toward a noble accomplishment???
Help me, Lord, to be faithful in my stewardship involvement.
Can others see God’s triumph in my fight against temptation?
That’s my power to smite lust, and flee from worldly attraction…
Am I submissive to the Holy Ghost and to His instruction???
Guard me, Lord, by Your divine armor along my supplication.
Can others see God’s triumph in my worship?
That’s my obedience to His will and workmanship…
Am I devoted to Him marked by my sweet fellowship???
Bless me, Lord, as I abide in You, esteeming Your leadership.
*Psalm 106:47 Save us, O LORD our God, and gather us from among the heathen, to give thanks unto thy holy name, and to triumph in thy praise.
May 20, 2019