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Hardly venture into such verse.
In her bedroom, she wrote her curse.
She despised bright pupils at Yale.
If water drops could tell their tale.
She went on long walks in the drought.
They urged her to blend in and flout.
In gray rain, she went past wan shale.
If water drops could tell their tale.
Had they fed the felled holy trees?
Her thongs sloshed in a thoughtful breeze.
Gather, freeze, pour down wet and hail.
If water drops could tell their tale.
Where had those lovely old dribs been?
which dropped sunk ships and saved Tholepin.
She found longing despite the hail.
If water drops could tell their tale.
Written: August 09, 2022
A Kyrielle about Water Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Kim Rodrigues
Checked by HMS.COM
16 Lines 8syllables each/ 4 Stanzas.
This world that dials M for madness—
One for this, Two for that… what mess!
Blind led by blind, or by one blurred,
In this odd world ruled by password.
This world that verifies you’re you,
Robots nor robbers from fake blue,
But a KYC confirmed bird,
In this odd world ruled by password.
Confirm the OTP or else…
Face all the consequent travails,
Repeat wobbly words so awkward,
In this odd world ruled by password.
Despite it all, a world no safe,
Fake, full of frauds, fraught with F,
We live in times a bit absurd,
In this odd world ruled by password.
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Kyrielle |Nov 2023| world, humour
I’m stranded here, a lonely isle.
The waters rush, a whelming trial.
I’m fearful, Lord, my heart does ache;
Let not the waters overtake.
You lead me to the waters still,
Yet I disturb them with my will.
When I lie down and when I wake,
Let not the waters overtake.
Like Peter, Lord, I’ll leave the boat,
But without You, I scarce can float.
Extend a hand for thine own sake;
Let not the waters overtake.
My Lord, a rock on which I stand.
Jordan recedes; on promised land.
Your firm foundation will not shake;
The waters shall not overtake.
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for the A Kyrielle About Water Poetry Contest
sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
written 08/08/2022
A brilliant sky - a hopeful day and night
But broods and churns, the haunt of beast and plight.
No kneading dough nor kneeling praise nor shout -
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.
The stretch between heaven and hell, no game.
A farmer or preacher could not stake claim.
With deep bruises, blood-red, the chasm has clout.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.
Unsettling spores, the slithering…it’s war.
Get used to whip of snow and sun…its roar.
The walking dead transverse the sea of doubt.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.
Ferocious waves, an unlit path with rocks.
A flaming sword, wrath of cherubim-locks.
Eternity without a save - sealed route.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.
“The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched —
they must be felt with the heart”
~Helen Keller
If we truly wish to awake,
on dark desires, apply a brake.
Living gently is a learnt art,
by employing mind of our heart.
Too long we’ve floundered in the dark.
Let’s ascend on an upward arc.
Time’s now for fear and soul to part,
by employing mind of our heart.
To know who we are, let’s begin;
by silencing our thought flow din.
We then feel bliss ignition start,
by employing mind of our heart.
Soul’s not a concept, it’s real,
known if we search with zest and zeal.
Pure joy peaks, adding love to cart,
by employing mind of our heart.
Our true essence is living light
shining within like a star bright,
when we deem all one, none apart,
by employing mind of our heart.
The truth is we are who we seek,
so simply stop energy leak.
Delight as bliss beats within dart,
by employing mind of our heart.
Voyage of a Sailor
I am a storm-stricken sailor
In search of a tiny hangar
To heal my woes, sorrows and strains:
O Lord, set me free from my pains;
My voyage has braved dunes of sand,
On my way I`ve encountered friends
Eager to hurl me down a drain:
O Lord, set me free from my pains;
My voyage has been a long tale
Of struggles against stormy gales
That on my flesh have stamped their stains:
O Lord, set me free from my pains;
My voyage has been a battle
Against wild waves where I scrambled
To keep my vessel safe and sane:
O Lord, set me free from my pains;
All along my strenuous voyage
I`ve eyed the sky at every stage
And whispered your hymns from my brain:
O Lord, set me free from my pains;
I gaze at the divine heaven
In space beyond the horizon,
My soul is jailed with molten chains:
O Lord, set me free from my pains;
My voyage is close to its end
My wounded heart I yearn to mend
I try my soul to loose in vain:
O Lord, set me free from my pains.
It may be Great Spirits above,
Or Almighty God that you love;
But each day say a deep prayer,
We have so much thanks to declare.
My glass is not full or empty,
But of life I have had plenty;
Even when my life was threadbare,
We have so much thanks to declare.
Oh thanks for the gift of writing,
For the happiness and weeping;
Against others never compare,
We have so much thanks to declare.
Give thanks for beautiful nature,
For humans and each creature;
There are things I, we can repair,
We have so much thanks to declare.
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January 6, 2016
Poetry/Kyrielle/"Thanks To Declare"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-741-932-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Giving Thanks 2015
Sponsor, Carol Eastman
First Place
"Crooning melancholy strains, Autumn bids adieu to Summer."
Near August’s end, she starts to saunter in.
The time has come when I will start to long
for June’s sweet tune I whistled on a whim,
for Autumn croons a melancholy song.
While creeping in, she steals light from the sky.
It’s nature’s way. She’s doing nothing wrong!
She rustles through the treetops and I sigh
as Autumn croons a melancholy song.
She blazes brightly for a while but soon,
she turns to frost and rushes then headlong
to winter’s freeze beneath a harvest moon.
Yes, Autumn croons a melancholy song.
Beautiful sadness touches me and deep.
The sadness makes me wish I could belong
again in summer memories I keep
when Autumn croons a melancholy song.
7/21/19
Contest: Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
With all my soul redeemed by Your precious blood wondrously
With all my heart imparted by Your divine nature completely
With all my mind renewed by Your transformation powerfully
My God, may You find me loving You sincerely.
As I seek first Your kingdom and Your righteousness
As I submit to Your leading through Your wise keenness
As I sacrifice for Your work along Your divine business
My God, may You find me loving You, devoid of selfishness.
In communing with You for Your approval in my decision
In fellowshipping with You when I have my Bible-meditation
In walking with You every time for my holy vocation
My God, may You find me loving You by Your granted compassion.
Thru Your righteous footsteps guiding me so I won’t stumble
Thru Your sacrificial deeds training me like Your disciple
Thru Your gracious communication correcting me when I grumble
My God, may You find me loving You midst challenges I must trample.
Since You always prod me to be obedient by Your Holy Ghost
Since You remain faithful in instructing me to trust You to the utmost
Since You keep me safeguarded to dwell inside Your sovereign post
My God, may You find me loving You, whatever the cost.
While I watch for Your coming in Your glorious flame
While I run for the prize as Your athlete in a divine game
While I serve You according to Your standards’ biblical fame
My God, may You find me loving You, exalting Your name.
For You love me as I am, sustaining me in Your mercy’s certainty
For You correct me to acknowledge humbly Your authority
For You empower me so I can do Your work by Your ability
My God, may You find me loving You* with wholehearted humility.
*And thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might.
August 27, 2018
*Image of O' Lord, My God by Sola 5.
O' Lord, My God
For sins I did, I won't deny,
O' Lord, my God, please hear my cry,
I face hard times; I did do wrong,
Murder my crime; I'm weak, not strong.
Yet innocent, killed not that guy,
O' Lord, my God, please hear my cry,
A black man has what they call rights,
I've lynch mobs in the lands of whites.
A white man who loves Christ, ally,
O' Lord, my God, please hear my cry,
White man tries to save a black man,
He is guilty, deemed by the clan.
Judge set me free; I thank the skies,
O' Lord, my God, tears fill my eyes,
With thanks filled heart, exemplify,
Sad, bigotry turns a blind eye.
2022 August 07
RZ & HMS 8 syllables per 16 lines