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This poem is inspired by Jeff Ripple's painting titled 'Stormy Weather'. You can find the link to the painting at the bottom of the page, and there is also an image of the painting uploaded with the poem. It is recommended you view the artwork while reading the poem for a better experience.
8th place brian contest winner
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zephyr fluxes goose bumps jittering across my flesh
Tempestuous weather looms on the wide horizon
avaricious storm intends to embezzle this nautical day
jeopardizing ritual of sun worship, prompting a solemn orison
gloomy shades interweave, enclosing glittering white clouds
vibrant azure iridescence fades into opaque hue spawning dour sky
peerless panoramic plug, thunder rumbling from nirvana
impregnable dimness hurriedly eclipses the brightness
Persistent tremors induce serene waters to wiggle
unceasing wails of celestial hosts cascade from bleak air
Natural forces unleash tremendous terrifying turmoil
wielding imperium forces to ensure their obedient yielding
Imposing coniferous Emerald reigns over dimmed scenery
quaint dwellings foster an alluring air, drawing their audience
tumultuous weather indelibly etched in oil glaze on linen
'Stormy Weather' by Jeff Ripple; his unique insight memorialized
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The days are lengthening, yet no snow
birds starting to nest, too soon I fear
winter still has yet to show her powers
buds forming on fruit trees need no frost
its icy fingers would kill them completely
All is too advanced, the bugs having a field day
gardener's will curse the abundant snails and slugs
that feast on their succulent sweet crops
we need several hard frosts to kill them off
a time of plenty too for rats and scavengers
who feast on carcasses of the unfortunate
much as I and others dislike the cold
for the balance of nature we need the icy temperatures
to keep things as nature intends them to be
snow or a 4 day hard hoar frost then let spring come
Let spring burst forth in her warmth and splendour
chasing away the blues left by winters icy fingers
and the world leave the stark bare white far behind
as colour in all its hues and shades coats the land
bringing with it, both, new hope and renewed life
Dark brier grow thick in Cleveland,
thorny tendrils thrive.
Clapperboard homes slack and linger,
neglected yards grow thin grey bones.
A vaporous wave passed over Lake Erie.
None noticed the lightless seeds in the sunlight,
but little girls went missing.
Whole neighborhoods searched other places
no one thought the monster hid among them.
Detective Puccini grinds his jaw behind the wheel
of an old Cadillac.
Red cracked leather creaks as he reaches
for a brown-bagged vodka bottle.
He knows the girls are near;
at night as he sleeps, he hears them,
they cry for help under their breath
least their captor overhear.
Today Puccini takes out
a sledgehammer from the trunk of his car
he's intends to tear down any dark-eyed house
until one fine day
he hears the girls again.
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Whole night you were in my muse
Everything erased except your face
Today I'm late to rise
No one to wake me up
When I saw you in far
Corner of dry, dark sky
My heart gets torn,
Eyes can't stop flowing
We are missing you "Mom"...
He left the world you leave
Don't talk,
Rough movement and even
His smiles erased.
Every eve he still waiting for you at the gate
The old breezed love
Can't take the pain.
My small brother asks me
When you will come?
Your daughter loss
All her faith and joy.
I can't see their faces
It reminds me of you,
Your love
Babbling
Chattering before bed to rig up mosquito-curtain
Run after me while going to work!
My heart seems to burst
And blow up with grief...
I miss you at my every step, "Mom"
He was empty before you
Again fall into nothingness
They lost their playmate
I lost my best friend!
Nobody forbids me,
No one says don't do this
The call from back to return soon has vanished
Sometimes I feel so lonely,
My soul intends to cry out
Like a simple child
And pray to you, "Please come back Mom"
If not possible to punish me
Make me cry once!
Aaborta Dey
This poem is based on the death of one of my friend's Mom and I feel more love for my parents when I read this.
It's not that we do not believe in yesterday.
Yesterday never came to stay, and we say, that's okay.
We must appreciate yesterday in spite of its heartaches.
The bad and the ugly are to make us strong; not break.
Yesterday, the time finally came for us to leave home. When
We left home yesterday, we soon discovered hearts of stone.
We found no place like home, and Grandma was now gone.
After we left home, we had to adjust to new musical tones.
When visiting home, we looked for yesterday's home, but
it was gone, familiar things had vanished, and we felt strange
If we did not already know, we quickly realized that life
Was more than a song. We began to roam in and out of places
We did not belong. God used people, pieces, places, and
Puzzles to make us strong. It's vitally important that
We learn from yesterday's sorrows. Everyone needs to be okay
With today, looking toward tomorrow. Life never intends to
Confuse but teach us how to choose and refuse. Yesterday
Is like looking into a mirror and seeing things behind us.
Tomorrow is like looking out a window beholding the upcoming
View. Yesterday is nothing to be longed for, hoping tomorrow
Will somehow wait. It will not. And we will be late. And never
Think that we can simply cancel a flight we were destined to take.
In order to move ahead and catch the flying wings of tomorrow,
we must deliberately part with our walking shoes of yesterday.
God will accomplish what he intends
And if there is ambiguity on this side of heaven
There is blessing in how God governs the lands
With or without leaven, it’s His splendor
And if it seems ambiguous, let us perfectly consider
If it is that way that God is for us
And the angels will proclaim in their chorus
And as Gamaliel has said if this is of God
Then we shall know if it is purposeful
Because of God’s nod, His okay
For it is, it’s for our sake
And for God's glory
So, the struggle continues, in each heart is the fight
But we are sinners and as sinners must partake in God's light
Condescending from above
The Voice from Heaven, The Son and The Dove
Let us be thankful for each moment each day
Being down on our knees and ready to pray
Being repentant every moment at sins foray
It's constant, it's relenting
To get us sinners repenting
Give glory to God with all soul, strength, mind
Let us not be the ones taken but the ones left behind
(I say this for the misunderstanding of what happened in Noah’s day
And how sinners apply it to today (Sorry Tim LaHaye)
Ambiguity’s purpose and all the fluidity (it is the people, we)
We beat, and did mistreat, and hung Jesus on a tree
Free will must coincide with what God did and still
Finds a way to each heart (a place we do maim and kill)
Right here you should say, God forbid a heart to behave this way
And He turns each heart of stone to flesh in Jesus
The Truth, The Life and The Way
In this world we thank You Lord
for your decisions and provisions
For what You do afford
For us this day and your common grace
Falls on a world as does rain
And He emptied Himself (this is Jesus I speak of)
On the cross and to death
That a dying world could be breathing God's breath
He has risen in this triumphant decision
Before dawn ever lit
Before there were men to acquit
I AM
God has done for you and me
Accomplishing all things perfectly
So let us not get all bent out of shape
At one moment of discomfort, despair or in haste
But focus and be thankful for all the years filled with days
Of God's love and good grace (He’s gone to great lengths)
In our defense, In God’s albescence
Made our crimson stain white
Count your blessings in many ways
In your prayers and in the warmth of the sun's rays
So don't chide and hide
Come out together with the Lord and reside
Absolute Truth
absolute truth is
right or wrong - no exceptions
and never changes
absolute truth is
true for you and true for me
and never changes
absolute truth is
basis for a moral world
and never changes
Judgment
you ask I not judge
when you have judged that I have
I judge your actions
to be either right or wrong
judge not who you are
eternal judgment
will be on last day by a
holy and just God
Lies
vocal or silent
a lie intends to deceive
no truth in lying
hypocrisy is a lie
in deed rather than in words
if I disagree
you perceive intolerance
you feel offended
perception does not mean truth
feelings are not always real
June 28, 2018
Active Soul and Mankind's Self-Righteousness Contest by Catie Lindsey
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Though scattered, focus on short tasks.
Pro-actively, with respect, and QUIET way.
If you're depressed, these are your circumstances.
There is nothing to gaze to if you exhausted the try.
Foray to unwind or do something pleasing for love.
After a calamity, the promise of reward vanish.
Shove a less irritable person to obtain a reprieve.
Will would enhance humanity if we were not clannish.
Rather than fretting, attempt to CALM down.
When one is TRANQUIL, he accepts equanimity.
It would assist if you highlighted your frown.
Intending of enjoying love, allow no anonymity.
Toughness is crucial for being relentless.
I'll repeat it spread your seeds of hope.
Humans spirit is shown in their PEACEFUL confession.
Soon, dreams of passion will inspire the elope.
It can be joyous or stressful, based on your trends.
When the only option is immediate, decisive action
It may stem from a need or be the result of intends
When a storm is raging, a regal deal of interaction
Arouse your mind to still not to embalm
All evolves with time, including oneself
Your skills assist you in ensuring your calm
Despite the environment, balance yourself
It feels delicious to remove things off your chest
According to one's criteria of estimation.
let them bear the burden and relish the benefit
Indeed, each individual nails the same evaluation
Many people who survived an incident whisper
When you're idle, your thoughts seem inactive
Possibilities for conflict render you relatively weaker
At first glance, it appears to be an admirable captive.
You are aware of SERENE and stop embracing her.
Do you STILL seem sore, or are you faking stress?
I hope you satisfied her and dabbed away her tear.
His ethical dilemma makes a different excess.
4th place contest win
Written: May 12, 2021
Writing Prompt - Calm - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Truth is a part of our armor of God
It needs to always be with us,
A constant source of good within,
Leading us to be who He intends.
Righteousness is a part of our armor
God’s grace gives us the opportunity
To be filled with good things that He gives
To those who are filled with His Holy Spirit
Peace is a part of our armor of God
It helps us to meet trials with a tranquility
That shows others God is with us inside
Giving us reassurance and spiritual insight
Faith is a part of our armor of God
It is the answer when we can’t even pray
Filling us with assurance that we have grace
That saves to the utmost, forever we’re saved
The helmet of salvation is a part of our armor
Reminding us just why we have this joy within
Leading us through trials, worries and sorrow
Toward brighter moments with Jesus beside us
The word of God is a part of our armor of God
The Bible is called the good book for a reason
It gives us all the wisdom we could hope for
There on those pages, we find every answer
Prayer is another part of the armor of God
Without it we wouldn’t have the relationship to Him
Where we can go to Him as a child to a Father
Asking for anything and knowing He will answer
Put on the full armor of God each day
And there isn’t any doubt that He will guide
You along your way, filling your life with
Hope, faith and love that is from His hand
Read Ephesians 6: 14-18 where it lists the seven things that God considers our armor
Here in our land where words take flight,
Where verses dance with pure delight,
Lies a poem, misunderstood, open concealed,
Its essence lost, its meaning revealed.
"The Most Misread Poem In America," is called,
An enigma, a riddle, a mystery by all.
Lines crafted with care, like a delicate thread,
But tangled interpretations cause it to be misread.
Oh, how the words do twist and turn,
In the minds of readers, hearts eager to learn,
They skim the surface, blind to the depth,
Missing the treasures this poem has kept.
They search for the literal, the straightforward rhyme,
Yet this poem transcends the limits of time.
Its metaphors dance, its symbols transcend,
But they remain unseen, they fail to shine.
The opening stanza, so beautifully designed,
A call to awaken, to expand one's mind,
But they rush through, in haste to the end,
Unaware of the message it intends to send.
The middle verses, with their enigmatic prose,
Unfold a story that nobody knows,
They brush past the imagery, the vivid scenes,
And wonder why this poem remains unseen.
The closing lines, a crescendo of thought,
A plea for unity, for battles to be fought,
But the readers, they miss this call to action,
Their eyes, blind to the poem's true satisfaction.
Oh, America, how you misread,
This poem, so timeless, it yearns to be freed,
From the shackles of ignorance, of shallow minds,
To be understood, its beauty defined.
So let us pause, take a moment to reflect,
To delve into this poem, to truly connect,
For within its verses lies a truth untold,
A story of a nation, waiting to unfold.
"The Most Misread Poem In America" it may be,
But its power, its essence, can set us free,
Let us read with open hearts and open minds,
And rediscover the treasures that this poem can bring.