Long Kinship Poems
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Abiding love is a gift from above
bestowing favor to one special love
caring, committed and being kind
doing the hard thing, sacrifice in mind
enjoying one another’s company
forever grateful for you and me
going the distance to the very end
having and being each other’s best friend
interests shared, and taking the time
just to listen to your thoughts and mine
kinship that grows through the years
loving the good times, sharing the tears
may be moments that cause great strife
no matter how hard, we’ll make it right
over the years, seeking help from the Lord
purposeful prayer to trust Him more
questions may go unanswered, but we
rest in His promises and let them be
so now we’ll continue to sojourn as one
trusting His care and trusting the Son
undying love, with a strong bond we share
venturing forward, and being aware
wanting to please, and letting it show
xenial ways bring pleasure that grows
youthful exuberance, breaking the mold
zest for living, together, as we grow old.
Written on 5/18/2022
Amplify God’s compassion and love,
Biblical messages are bound to impart;
Cooperation among brothers and sisters,
Divine reflection in action and in words.
Exudes enthusiasm in charity,
Fortified towers of prayers nights and days;
Gestures of sympathy to the poor and lowly,
Happiness at times of sorrow and disgrace.
Inducement to attend church services,
Just treatment and respect for others;
Kinship affection to friends and strangers,
Law-abiding child of God in all places.
Miracles of Jesus working big or small,
Noble act of kindness to dreary souls;
Open-arm, open-heart with listening ears,
Perseverance that begets passionate cares.
Quick to rescue those who’re helpless,
Repertoire of our God’s mercy is boundless;
Soft replenishing words of wisdom,
Thanksgiving is telling about God’s Kingdom.
Unity and Harmony with one another,
Victorious union to the Son, Holy Spirit, the Father;
Working hard to spread good news with devotion
Xperiences with the Lord in spiritual breakthrough.
Yearning a renewed baptismal vow in consecration,
Zeal on doing goodness, more blessings come to you!
July 19, 2020
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Whatever our gifts-a loaf of bread, a tiny coin, a mighty blessing, or an amazing talent-each gift matters. Whatever our gifts, our gifts become miracles when we share them with God and with God's people.
-by Rev. Pastor E. Damilig
United Methodist Church, Baguio City 8/2/20
(A personal poem has also been posted here. It was written on the same date before seeing the sample poem for the contest. The title is "Sharing My Blessings")
The ABC’s of Morning
Awake on the dot of seven
Birds are chirping away
Coffee… as always, first order of the day,
Doggy kisses from Kea
Enjoying the peace and quiet
Fumble for my glasses to see
Garden shadows in early light
Harmony of leaves in the garden
Intricate patterns at play
Just as sunlight begins, a
Kinship of finch burst away.
Lavender dreams are fading
Mindful of duties to do
Overcoming an urge to be lazy, I
Pirouette to the bathroom to dress
Quietly, I exit the bedroom, a
Resting hubby not to disturb
Sit in the lounge with my ipad
Thankful for all of life’s gifts
Up to date with events, I
Venture to start my routine
Walking, now for health reasons, try to
Xerox this action each day
Yesterday, though, I missed it
Zealot, I’m not, you might say!
7/22/15
Wit moves ritual
In ample flair,
Jest frames ample
As cheer now airs.
Sunday funds spills
As party plays,
A time to feel
What Christmas says.
A fond time here
To greet and touch,
A hundred cheers
With food fare much.
Happy each face
In glimpses fond,
Love can embrace
As kinship bonds.
Each year tells fun
To come around,
Smiles leap and run
On earthly grounds.
We catchup well
With news galore,
Seize joy that tells
Of love plus more.
The party mood
Feels noisy here,
Yet poise knows good
In easy cheer.
Chit-chat goes round
As questions fit,
Watch feisty sounds
Attest fond bits.
If you must know
The way you feel,
Warmth shines a glow
In festive spills.
Mahjong fits squeeze:
North, South, East, West...
Wins like a breeze,
Feeds a fine fest.
Words cannot tell
What kinship means,
For here we dwell
On touching scenes.
So once again,
Fate flavours fest;
We purge odd pain,
Live our sure best.
We party long
Till late night hours,
Feel bonding strong
Both yours and ours.
Confucius wrote:
A feast most grand
Lasts till end vote
For kin and friends.
These are the times
That tell of each,
Such happy chimes
Within our reach.
Thank you for spice
To feel hearts dance,
A party prize:
A Christmas chance.
Your meeting here
Made this day grand,
Be of good cheer
To live fine trends.
Leon Enriquez
25 December 2017
Singapore
I …
have courted luck in countless ways
against ragged judgments and self-umbrage
I still draw breaths, counted
and the mirror has been charitable
most I meet deem me forty
(I’m not about to correct them)
my visage betrays scant little of the
darkness and damage within
oh, it will one day chase me down -
no doubt soon enough
but I feign my teens in bearing also
that, a lack of maturity
hence I make no false assumptions of
grandeur or wisdom
my child's heart thrives and bounds
(a lad seeking truths yet proven)
it yearns, still, for a soft meadow's callow passions
and the blossomed beams of a
summer moon, daubing sweet skin …
I hold no kinship to middle-age or frosted brows
'tis a young man's mad marrow that
moves my flesh
the ambitious vigor of a
yearning heart that thrums my chest
there is nothing of my age but the years themselves
and the altered perspective of being
nearer dusk than dawn …
my eyes look abaft now more than onward,
I must concede that -
all the myriad priorities of gain and
dream and want have dissolved into the one
meaningful prerogative of life itself -
the only TRUE worthwhile endeavor that
should be the foundation
the solid base that we learn and treasure and
build upon from childhood,
the ONLY thing that I've come, thru all these years
through all these countless lessons and
struggles, to care about ...
that is, quite simply and purely and
unmistakably …
love.
The following poem was written by me before Britain joined the European Union and possibly reflects the view of most of our citizens both then and today!
United States of Europe
Another day, another dollar,
Funny things we British say.
It's the 'Pound' we use in Britain,
And it's always been that way.
Soon it may change to a ‘Euro’,
If we join with nearby lands.
Sadly they don't speak our English,
Those who offer us their hand.
While I like my nearby neighbours,
I can't see the reason why
We have to share in common money
Just to keep our prices high.
I would rather change to dollars,
Least the language stays the same.
We could then still count in English,
Just a simple change of name.
Tell me where our kinship nestles,
With our offspring or our friends.
Why this struggle to be partners,
Just to follow other's trends.
I know that all the souls within us
Are not different... not at all!
Why not then a world wide money,
Would the Bank of England fall?
But to choose a bigger Europe
When we don’t see eye to eye.
Seems to me a little silly,
Rather like a firework pie.
Now I’ll stop my mindless ramble,
Spend my ‘Sterling’ while I may.
Not just money, independence
Is the price we'll have to pay.
Ivor G Davies
Please also note the capitalization of each line of poetry which is the way I was taught and is normally evident on most of my earlier poetry.
p.s. and we've paid the price!
A seagull cuts across Her harbor,
riding a thermal rising offshore.
And an ocean, ripe with primal smells,
splashes salty brine upon Her core.
She stands in solitude, gazing out
toward Her birth land and sister twins.
In Paris and Luxembourg Gardens,
they, too, hold their torches to the winds.
"Liberty Enlightening The World,"
She represents freedom and kinship.
And dubbed "The Statue of Liberty,"
She evokes two nations' friendship.
A gift to the U.S.A. from France,
she symbolizes faith in Mankind.
And this copper-clad lady's a friend,
holding her torch high for all to find.
At her feet lies a broken shackle
denoting freedom from oppression.
And wearing the crown of seven seas,
She displays a regal expression.
Greeting ships in the New York harbor
She's shod in sandals, unlike a queen.
And poised with dignity and grandeur
She stands tall and proud; in robes of green.
love and hate and the human brain,
does it come from the same place,
as compassion and kindness and empathy?
Does every thrum of yearning heart
conceal beneath its warmth a latent ache,
a shadowed chamber where the darker urges stir?
When dawn’s soft light awakes the tears of hope,
do those tears share kinship with the salt of grief?
Is tender mercy but the mirror of disdain?
Within the vault of thought, two rivers flow—
one clear with gentle currents,
one dark with fevered undertow.
Yet in the secret crossing of their streams,
where light and shadow briefly touch,
the soul discovers both its peril and its grace.
For in the tangled roots of feeling’s tree,
the blossoms of forgiveness
breathe life from soil once stained by rage.
Thus in the human brain’s twin halls,
love and hate and kindness dwell entwined,
each born of the same yearning for connection.
Dynamic Re: Flexion Within The Restless Earth
Blame Neptune for unleashing
Indonesian tragic phenomena
just by his innocent wink
merely intended by regular
casual reminder
for Earthlings to think
seriously how (inhabited
linkedin chain of islands,)
yea kinda resembling a slink
key, within the ring of fire,
a large 40,000 km
(25,000 mi) horseshoe shape, -
Yukon also envision
a vague watery rink
encompassing basin of Pacific Ocean,
where e'en the subtlest plink
(no doubt unintentional), thus
absolutely necessary for inhabitants
to catch the latest
drift (albeit continental),
he gave forewarning
just days prior,
possibly relayed after
getting tipsy from overdrink,
hence warning not taken seriously,
where majority resident didst
a practical joke got played,
yet a coterie of attentive people
accoutered in faux mink
(dressed to the nines
fur a gala fete
also taken by surprise,
no one sensed
any sudden high jink
then the cleaners),
and really the entire
population sustained strong kinship
with (what they believed
tubby) reasonable god
(a carry over from Greco
Roman Times font size 12),
hence could never suspect,
he would hoodwink
boy (and girl), whar
they ever wrong, come
Friday, 28 September 2018
at 17:02h military time,
or 7:02 post meridiem
an earthquake measuring 7.4
on Richter magnitude scale
leaving Indonesian island
of Sulawesi in total ruins,
from said rat fink
and additionally webbed,
wide whirling countersink
triggered a massive tsunami
razing humongous chink
essentially wiping off the map
in an eye blink,
whereat his lordship
could not be reached,
thus survivors bethink
sum man tricks brought
water ship down,
ah buoy big boon
dog gull upon his head,
boot nonetheless coon
sitter ably less of Neptune!
In God’s own humane world time often comes
when life is mutilated by despicable instincts,
people plunge in cesspool of vice and sin.
Dislodged empathy finds its way astray in chaos
as morality is defaced by harsh intolerance
and kinship disintegrates within abhorrence.
In the cramped squalid suffocating state
the system of severe supremacy emerges,
holds the reins of rigid governance
when even the thoughts are imprisoned.
Enwrapped within collapsed wings of caged birds,
the confined hearts crumble quietly
in the abyss of controlled isolation.
For the helpless captured by dreamless darkness
where even the moon must be permitted to shine,
thin streaks of self-respect get smothered
like the rays of hope entwined with sparks of dissent,
extinguished by the strict surveillance of fear
in the situation of silent submission.
Deprived of the draft of ethical air,
destroying the tenets of human values,
people with blank faces under watchful eyes
walk as shadows of nonentity with muted souls,
trying to train their minds what not to believe,
when even the thoughts are imprisoned
as freedom becomes a memory.