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WATCHING OVER THE WICKED AND THE GOOD
O wretched wicked man
You're hell bend on confidence
Spreading you sin filled distance
Trouble follows you grin
You laughing...
the eyes of the Lord are watching you
the eyes of God are everywhere
Keeping watch over the world
Watching over the wicked and the good
One hides behind walls and buildings
Sneaking around and sinning
Man can't see, but might I be
Also spreading sins like a demon
Spawn, wicked crafty
You can't hide from God..
the eyes of the Lord are watching you
the eyes of God are everywhere
Keeping watch over the world
Watching over the wicked and the good
the eyes of the Lord are watching you
the eyes of God are everywhere
Keeping watch over the world
Watching over the wicked and the good
inspired by Proverbs 15:3
And She said :
Be gone...Do not look me in the eyes
We were not belongers but intruders
who happened to trespass into each other's lives
We were no Romeo and Juliette but great pretenders.
Like moon rocks- Believing they are the ones
who light up an infinite sky.
Be Gone...Do not look me in the eyes
Let not my lips go there to that young and serene night
where we danced barefoot on the sand
with arms embraced against the sadness of lost time.
Your decision has been made.
The last petal of an untouched margarita
withered too early in dust and rain
And you never asked why.
Be Gone...Do not look me in the eyes
Do not remember me Do not think of me...
Forget my foreign whisper
Like I'll soon forget the wrinkle in your smile
There was never a better place
Nor will there be another time
The empty pages have been filled
Our unfinished book- Not anymore.
You' ll become a nobody...Like I am your nobody
A trembling echo in your hourglass fading in the sand
An empty barrel without sweetened wine.
Do not miss me Do not need me..
Do not long for my touch Do not remember me
Who am I ? I am just your rehearsed dream
Who am I ? I am just a metaphoric lie.
Be Gone..Do not look me in the eyes and say goodbye.
I was never yours You were never mine.
I was you were Were you Was I?
Be Gone...Do not look me in the eyes.
Just musings inspired by music.
Memories of troubled, sunless days
have passed over my solitary place,
and with much expectancy, I predict lasting peace
with stiller waters for a calmer heart full of awerness;
tomorrow will not fail me, I will know a good rest
never before experienced...not spoiled by uneasiness!
Happy events weren't anticipated with sorrow,
unhallowed and fearful they wrestled within,
but my lack of understanding made me bitterly weep!
O refreshing river never stop flowing, giving
your stiller waters to a repenting soul being
purified, forgiven, changed, uplifted, and loved by all.
Lively are the lilies in that sunny field on the peaceful outskirts
of town, unbosoming their loveliness without uncanniness or impurity,
and their splendor is reflected in these stiller waters;
take some of them and put them into a tall vase,
or bring them to an altar to redeem your grace:
expose your guilts and pray...belief is the source of felicity!
Not repugnant anymore, but thankful and singing with a mellow tone,
hearing the melodious organ so accordant and melliflous...
a godless lifetime is not worth living with thoughts so spurious!
Rebellion was a mere whim whose memory I will have no recollection
with stiller waters soothing me and mending my once-righteous ways...
only my merciful Lord can restore my faithfulness, and not let me wander alone!
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Inspired by the poem, " The Lord Almighty" written by Constance,
The Rambling Poet for the contest, " I am sending you a gift of poetry,
dear heart."
The Master Of The Rhyme
This was inspired by comments
made to me , by Great Poets
Peter Duggan and Olive Guillermo
And sung to the tune
Phantom Of The Opera's
"Music of The Night" by Andrew LLoyd Webber
Words that rhyme well--- serve to show my passion
Searching for the--- style that suits my fashion
Everything I see--- Is a poem meant for me
And I write it though it seems to be sublime
I truly am the master of the rhyme
While I’m sleeping--- in my mind come creeping
Filled with laughter--- mystery and weeping
Like an artist with his brush---I am filled with such a rush
And it paints a picture deep inside my mind
I wonder if I’m Master of the rhyme
Do you know who’s the Master of all known words
Do you know when he comes or where he goes
As He writes with my hands and through my soul
Whether it be a rhyme or it be prose
Written words--- start forming innuendoes
Join and bond--- then rise like a crescendo
When I awake I find--- this happens every time
I am just the name that must be signed
For I am not the Master of the rhyme
As I sit here staring at the empty page
He whispers in my ear again
I don’t know where the poem’s going to go
But, when I start the words begin to flow
Is It God, and is He on the level
Cursing me, as If I were the devil
Cause once I start to rhyme---the words begin to chime
Like a bell--- keeps ringing in my mine
He truly is the Master of the Rhyme
He alone holds the blessing---I make mine
For I am just a servant of the Rhyme
Said the Heifer to the Ox: “O‘ sorry Ox,
How terrible to work your heavy yoke,
All day to wheel around that grinding spoke!”
She lay lazy in the shade of nearby rocks.
But Ox plowed onwards. Hearing Heifer’s knocks,
And paying no heed to her pitiful smoke,
He laboured, knowing well the dreadful joke
Which soon was to repay her mindless mocks.
And just then came a large procession near,
Garbed in diadems and resplendent frills;
“O‘ Heifer, if only you’d known your lot,
You’d have held your tongue and lived life in fear!“
The priests, dragging Heifer to the high hills,
Offered her to gods whose favors they sought.
(Inspired by Aesop's "The Heifer and the Ox".)
“SQUAWK, Squawk, squawk” ,the Bald Eagle’s song of Freedom, Liberty and Serenity
bird Houses, in my backyard are filled with baby Chickadees , Whining , is their Song
If they Knew by the end of Summer, in stillness before the Rain: Phoebe - Tranquility
the clouds Thicken and Blacken : the Chickadee puffs her chest, sings Phoebe song
The rain softly Crying a Phoebe’s resounding echoes , Chickadees, duel Ability
the sky is blue: the wind is calm: a single Phoebe "warning" believe in Her Validity
His Bright Red Plumage
He can not hide from my Eyes
Tapping and rapping, His song
There’s no Special beat
A Redheaded Woodpecker
Tap, Tap, Tap, Rap, Raps his Song
So close sits this Robin beside me
No Songs, just the Promise of Spring
Inspired by the Contest : " For(Four) Beautiful Birds"
Sponsored by CONSTANCE~~A Rambling POET~~
Written : May 1st - 2nd, 2011 By HGarvey Daniel Esquire
5th Place
“Little Star, twinkling so beauteously bright
I greet you again a very blest night
Enthralled with mirth to see your sparkling light
That beckons me to delight in sky sight.”
“Nice to see you with your starry-stare zest
Oozing along your glowing interest
I saw such exuberance; oh purest
When you sought for my response to your quest.”
“Thanks for the brilliant realization
That you are God’s marvelous creation
Highlighting His omnipotent function
Along His wondrous artistic action.”
“Well, I just affirmed your science know-how
Midst astronomy’s concepts as of now
Blending with Bible facts that truths endow
To illumine as hope and faith allow.”
“Yes, I’m settled with what your are … indeed
To me, you radiate heavenly creed
Pointing me to the Saviour Christ I need
‘The bright and morning star’* my soul does heed.”
“Just keep learning … midst childlike wonderment
Sharing wisdom in loving engagement
While upon your mentoring fulfillment
Exalt the Lord with best-star-achievement.”
*Revelation 22:16 I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star.
February 15, 2022
(Inspired by the nursery rhyme, “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star by Jane Taylor
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.” By Jane Taylor)
2nd Place, "A Conversation with a Fictional Character" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 3/2/2022.
In waiting...
for the touch of the ocean upon her toes
for the whisper of the tide in her ear
and the scent of salt-spray in her hair
In waiting...
For the echo of the dunes ,and sounds
of empty shells behind her back
In waiting..
For the falling of fresh water drops against her skin
and a crispy breeze cooling the air
In waiting..
She catches herself gazing
towards the fine line at the far edge
Watching ripples here... and there...
beneath soaring sea-gulls
Seeking a reflection in waters
where once pebbles were tossed
Hearts drawn, and short novels read.
In waiting..
She strolls along the sea-shore , She wonders...
Is it the same ocean,sand,tide , that He lstens to,that He feels
Is it the same ocean,sand , tide that He shares ,that He sees.
Is it the same sunrise which kisses her cheek-bones
that warms up his breath and dries up a tear
Five hours and five million miles away
Is it the same solitude that captures
his moment ,without her return.
In waiting...Always...Forever... In waiting
Inspired by Dido 's song 'Sand in my Shoes '.
Oh, Lord God
I must decrease, so that you can increase
Into my life, in my life
I must lay down my sins
Of this battle of obedience and disobedience
Love the Father
Love the Son
Love the Holy Spirit
Yes, I does
For your always around me
You forever surround me
With you abounding, love
And when the storms rage
And when men wage wars
I AM SURE...
Blessings of love and peace
Ever so ever sweet
The manna of bread
My Lord allows me to eat
As I praise His at His feet
Yet I survive and I love the you Father
For you gave me life
Love the Father
Love the Son
Love the Holy Spirit
Yes, I does
For your always around me
You forever surround me
With you abounding, love
Father God you're so, so, sweet
Oh, Lord Jesus without you I'm so, so incomplete
And now and forever I will
Love the Father
Love the Son
Love the Holy Spirit
Yes, I does
For your always around me
You forever surround me
With you abounding, love
And when the storms rage
And when men wage wars
I AM SURE...you're ever so ever sweet
While I'm trying to recieve
Blessings of love and peace
09/21/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Inspired by & Dedicated to
Freddie Robinson Jr.
from anthology "God's Children New Poets Poems and New Friends"
A QUEST TOUCHED BY HEAVEN
Treading towards an immortal search
a mortal soul stood begins the quest.
Crossing deep sea and burning desert sand
down the wild and civilized land,
soul driven by zest will so grand.
Right and left battle: a door to growth and anguish
Life still wriggles for habitable breath hiss
Shuddering fears may impregnate decline
staggering, falling, hurting but LIVING!
Teardrops shed a lance or rose to the heart.
Prayers a rumble to steps roaring zeal
rave gaits thud though imperfect
Your lit of melodious merciful grace
presages treasure drafts of redemption.
Breakages had caused falls bending spirits
yet, these also caused cries of feverish hopes
frightened but with Your heavenly touch
Am a mortal but siren-like singing hymns of salvation.
In the ocean expanse of gloomy sky,
my heart -a white pigeon craving to fly high.
I strive to reach outstretch stars
Sprouting lovelier even when rain arrives.
Singing my lifesong with side-sways,
enjoying God's gift of life today.
(c)Olive Eloisa
1:41pm
September 18, 2014
Inspired by:
Psalm 147:11
the LORD delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love
Sponsor Justin Bordner
Contest Name Divine Intervention
2nd place.. :) to God be the glory..