Long Intents Poems
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GOD be praised and thanked for His Word*
We acknowledge as Spirit’s sword
declaring “Thus saith the Lord…
The Bible --- Scriptures of grace-ford!
Assuring soul's great salvation
God's Word anchors our redemption
As well as sanctification
Enabling our transformation!
Always at work in fellowship
With the Lord's truth-braced leadership
Gearing our faithful stewardship
And triumphant praise-filled worship!
Indeed working for reaching-out
While sharing Gospel without doubt
Illumining for heaven's route
Midst joyous hallelujah shout!
*Hebrews 4:12 For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.
December 27, 2021
Edited on December 7, 2023
Hurdled is life’s highway to every milestone:
Detours, traffic woes~ impediments to goal,
Perturbing in hindrances that endlessly groan
Searching exit ramp to soothe anguished soul.
Though memories of yore, of pain bemoan,
Benevolence of today vows to mold morrow,
Prodding fate of future~ opaque, unknown,
Defying grievous intents in ill-will of sorrow.
Wished for earnestly, life is a cherished dream,
An exuberance of spring, of burbling stream,
A meaningful exploration of endearing theme;
Mystical, phenomenal, halo of mirthful gleam.
Life is a fleeting dot on scale of eternal time,
A journey of courage, yet harbinger of fears;
Gracefully revering the echoes of lifetime,
Whether reveling in joy or lamenting in tears.
Rejoice in life’s sunset, rejoice in life’s sunrise,
Greet charming smiles, yet ignore not its sighs,
Celebrate spring’s birth, mourn autumn’s demise,
Cheer life’s welcome, dwell not in goodbyes.
January 26, 2023
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 34 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
You used to be a part of me
Now all I do is make believe
What friends are left, now all they see
Is how my life is incomplete
I went ahead and changed my name
To Incomplete as of late
At any given time of day
That's the statement that I make
Through all intents and purposes
I'll make it through the worst of this
Remembering our relationship
And all that I poured into it
Now as Mr. Incomplete
I walk alone along these city streets
Remembering the better half of me
And how it all used to be
Things have never been the same
Since with your help I changed my name
Want you to know it's not to late
To change it back if you'll just say
But as it is in all of this
I'm living out my emptiness
All of this came more or less
On the day that you left
You made me out to who I am
That, no more than half a man
Mr. Incomplete is where I stand
Known far and wide throughout the land
In the middle of the empty street,
fretfulness and despair prevails.
The search for cure to save lives…
In grocery stores and pharmacies…
Still it is nowhere to be found.
A furious disease!
Impeccable fear…
In a blink of an eye,
It might stand next to me.
As deadly as poison.
Coronavirus swoops from place to place…
When it gets into your system,
Your body slowly deteriorates.
When ignorance becomes contagious,
that’s when risks are getting high.
Self-quarantine is needed.
To avoid the stakes and threats…
Let’s protect our lives!
Homes are filled with angst.
Routines are widely interrupted.
There’s no point of blaming others…
For this will not end.
We obey what is must!
We obey to free ourselves…
We might commit social sacrifices.
But this is fleeting…
It will pass by.
Let our small prayers heal this plague.
Restore humanity in different race.
Our intents are directed to one goal.
Stop the virus that spreads all over the place.
We touch nobody’s hand.
We touch nothing but the hope that we have.
In the middle of the empty street,
We hope there is "LIFE" once again.
LeiStrauss2020
it isn't in the time, neither in the dream
nor in the feeling's vagueness
but it is to what uncertainty
as well the ungovernable hopelessness
- which here outline the notes
of a forgetful page, like a mark
will be going to melt away in the snow -
nearlier fix themselves onto, it is to that
you hand over, what of yourself
the memories leave behind and what never
admired you won't be able to gaze at
anymore... but it's the instant
it is the instant which snows of memories
ancient and lost, ravagely fascinating
memories, unforgettable emotions which
bloodily plunge their cutting sword into
your soul, and you, you aren't able to bear
your bundle of rags and doubtful intents
further on anymore, as under the dismayed
light of the misted illuminance life vanishes
Struggling to take residence in the nook of my mind...
...skepticism along ignorance confronting my truth-steadfastness:
faithlessness' shouts and doubts' screams
while I face challenges...
Oh, wretched torments of misery!!!
"Help my unbelief*, God;
in You do I trust."
Striving to hide in the innermost vacuum of my soul...
...evil afflictions to my spiritual well-being:
selfishness' grip with covetousness' shackles
bondage-fetters grievously burdensome...
What miserable imprisonment!!!
"My Saviour, forgive my self-centeredness;
let me feast in Your contentment."
Lurking in the darkness of my heart...
...abominations of loathsome sinfulness:
displeasing the Lord of my life
being a reproach to His glory thru my idolatry...
Guilty heavenly miser am I, despite being granted eternal life!!!
"I beseech Your cleansing, my Lover;
purge me with Your blood's sanctifying might."
Abiding in my motives' closet...
...intents of divine nature's love-filled service:
earnest devotion, faith-anchored to live for my Creator
buttressed with compassion-care for others...
How blessed am I to minister to those in misery!!!
"Uphold me then, my Master;
lead me toward fulfilled, faithful, fruitful stewardship pursuits."
*Mark 9:24 And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.
December 31, 2018
2nd place, "Misery" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/5/2019.
You look at me , and you see a girl
So frail and fragile, easily broken
Easily duped, easily shattered
You look at me and you do not even doubt my secret
Pray, you scare me not, for I am made of a super power
See, I know exactly what does swing around in your mind
I know exactly what you plan to do and how
I know exactly what you do think of me, and of all those surrounding me
Why, did you never wonder
Why do your plans always backfire
Why is it that you find me cool and composed always
why do I seem to care not about your intents
Why do I seem so happy and self satisfied
Mind you, your filthy mind does disturb me
But hey, instead of being bothered about you
I do be disgusted
Why, you look at me and you see a girl
So frail and fragile, so easily broken
What you know not is that I can read your mind
See, this is how I do get good grades for exams
This is how I do score well on interviews
This is how all your plans do easily backfire
Why, I am a being of mystery, and I can read your mind!
Yes, I can read your mind and your intentions!
I knowest there'd be rime aplenty,
forthwith I see frozed sea of many
unlearned sorts who'd unread apiece
of Dante's acclaimed centerpiece
for had they'd all, with certainty ... read,
be fire and brimstone, nay hoarfrost instead.
I cometh ere thee, by the powers that be,
for one lost soul, numbered among thy frozed sea,
oh there'd be rhymes, and yes there'd be reasons
much too many, for alone, will tax the seasons,
but you see ... there's been a request ... a simple plea,
and as you've deduced by my presence, all three agreed,
so let's be quick about it, and let's naught dawdle
let's naught keep 'um-waitin', lest your place be a puddle,
say what? what? say it again, what did you say my dear old friend?
you wish naught to partake and attend, you wish to retire and put to an end,
all of that, say you, discern no ... perceive yon thoughts fear now,
oh my, it'll be an inferno, all melts and they'll burn, like you ... it will be ... eternal.
why waste time for it'll be well spent, and prompts said post ere be no dent,
the course was made as they were meant, I fear the change from their intents,
will only conspire, brimstone and fire,
and that will align his true desire, bring back the pit of Hell that inspires,
and lead us naught in league with temptation, woe afeared befallen depths of damnation,
if a rose blossomed where had been a carnation, would a bee sting upon said skin turn shiny be seen as an attraction?
OH woe Ismay, Titanic, it be ... OH, hello you three ...
All the weeks once spent revealing
Efforts pledged for Friday feeling
Life's intents and notions reeling ...
Yet, the weekend always shined
Composing body, soul and mind
Weekdays proving thus, unkind ...
Still its sanguine trend
It always had an end.
Seemed no matter how it spun
Start-to-end the week would run
Stress was ne'er to be outdone ...
Obligations, they were chanced
Hopes all let, as time advanced
Always, Friday evening danced ...
Like a winsome sprite
Feign for Sunday night.
On-and-on the pattern stretched
Crimps and crows-feet slowly etched
In a face that often wretched ...
From the sour hopes that failed
Plans and prospects, as travailed
Efforts spurned and aims derailed ...
Proceeds withered on
Friday nights-and-gone.
Then, at reaching all-time lows
One more week came to a close
But, that promise of repose ...
Developed from a new divide
Repletion work could not provide
A joy that seeded deep inside ...
Growing from my soul
Faith had made me whole ...
Yes, it's faith ... I now extol.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Friday Feeling" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor.
Sure words of intents pure
Lines with rhythmic posture
Along God’s great* grandeur
Make my rhymes secure!
Truths of love will endure
In my great rhyme’s pasture
Melting failure’s torture
Expressing joy-filled cure!
Revealing grand future
Images of bright culture
Move my rhymes’ adventure
Employed with faith’s gesture!
Planned with pattern-measure
Of metrical pleasure
Exposing hope’s treasure…
My rhymes do so assure!
*Psalm 104:1 Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty.
Acrostic Form and Monorhyme
April 22, 2018
Edited on September 11, 2018
Honorable Mention, "Why would your self-expression matter to others?" Poetry Contest, sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 10/4/2018.