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Mid-Summer Rain
The warm sun rises
to take the fleeting life
of the morning dew.
The blazing sun makes
the red horizon laugh
by spreading its
dazzling white radiance.
The sizzling sun bathes
the folks in sweat
as they run and exercise
on the sidewalks and parks.
The fierce sun embraces
and scorches the skin
of the outside laborers.
Summer is the whining
of the boiling sweat, or
the restless lamentation
of the electric fans?
As I was ploughing through
this mid-summer’s lap and
yearning for some cool breeze,
A wind blew, a thunder was heard,
One drop, many drops,
you came pitter patter,
with the smell of fresh soil,
Oh my mid-summer rain!
I cannot stop gazing
at your dancing beauty.
As you slide down,
Caressing the tree leaves,
This fire-baked Earth
chilled in salvation
so my body and soul!
Come often to wipe off the sweat
and to wash away the grime.
Come often to dampen the dryness
and to hold off the drought.
Come often and often,
Oh my mid-summer rain!
“She that hath borne seven languisheth: she hath given up the ghost; her sun is gone down while it was yet day: she hath been ashamed and confounded: and the residue of them will I deliver to the sword before their enemies, saith the LORD.” Jeremiah 15:9 of the King James Bible
Languish not, oh my soul, in depths of loneliness
Lean on the Lord, welcoming by His love
Leading you toward victorious leaps.
Languish not, oh my heart, along deceit and lies
Learn from God with His truth of light
Liberating you by His vibrant laws.
Languish not, oh my faith, toward failure’s lingering
Listen to the Saviour’s Word, indeed lively
Lifting you up against commitment-lull.
Languish not, oh my devotion, upon care that’s lukewarm
Level-up toward service zeal and reaching-out loftiness
Let Christ lengthen your patience-line.
Languish not, oh my strength, on bed of losses
Loosen up against restless lamentation midst God’s Lamb
Luxuriate with the “Lion of Judah” with divine laugh.
Languish not, oh my spirit, in destitute so lowly
Leave hopelessness and gloom lurking
Look to the Almighty and joyously live.
November 8, 2023
Dramatic Monologue in alliteration
1st place, "NO 1257 NEW POEM ONLY" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 11/13/2023.
2nd place "Labyrinthine, Languish, Letter Words" Poetry Writing Contest Chosen Word: Languish; Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 11/9/2023.
Weather beaten; once smooth...
as a pebble, now a jagged rock.
He's been tried and tested
by life's adversities; each day
is a struggle for survival.
He's been struck down
by lightning's forked tongue.
He's muddled through the asperities
of unforgiving winters
He's gotten wet in the cold rain...
time and time again.
His stomach frequently grumbling
from pangs of hunger.
He has no place to call home;
unsure of a place to sleep next
Each day he bears the brunt
of life's adversities.
But you won't find him
wailin' about this and about that
Let's give him a round of applause
for he's one tough son of a gun!
Submitted for...
Strand Select 11,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest(Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 01/13/2020
Date written: 11/28/2019
September 25 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Micah 1-7
Key Verses – Micah 1:2 Hear, all ye people; hearken, O earth, and all that therein is: and let the Lord GOD be witness against you, the LORD from his holy temple.
FAITH IN GOD WHO IS THE WITNESS FROM HIS HOLY TEMPLE
God is the witness from His holy temple against our sinfulness…
Very sorry are we for treading upon unrighteousness
We repent as we turn away from wickedness
By faith, we stay in His graciousness.
God is the witness from His holy temple against our transgression…
Very sorry are we for standing upon faulty foundation
We ask His pardon as we flee from corruption
By faith, we yield to Him in full submission.
God is the witness from His holy temple against our iniquity…
Very sorry are we for coveting in our vanity
We confess our selfishness and our being haughty
By faith, we humble before Him Who is our Lord Almighty.
God is the witness from His holy temple against our shame…
Very sorry are we for bringing reproach to His excellent name
We express our lamentation midst the guilt we claim
By faith, we pray for help as we accept the blame.
God is the witness from His holy temple against our inconsistency…
Very sorry are we for neglecting prayer-constancy
We seek His correction as well as His mercy
By faith, we strive toward spiritual persistency.
God is the witness from His holy temple against our lack of commitment…
Very sorry are we for going toward worldly accomplishment
We beg for His strength in our ministry involvement
By faith, we surrender to His will for our great commission engagement.
God is the witness from His holy temple against our carnality’s reign…
Very sorry are we for coveting excessive earthly wealth’s gain
We cleave to Him for contentment of no distress-strain
By faith, we follow Him along peaceful triumphant terrain.
September 25, 2025
Suddenly everybody was awaken by the strong tremors
of the early April's earthquake...walls falling all around them,
dust suffocating them as they ran out to the debris-covered streets;
with no slippers and shoes on their cold feet;
people of all ages with their robes and pajamas on...screaming,
running scared with horror-stricken faces, not wanting
to be buried alive and actually die in the rubble!
L'aquila, the mighty, has crumbled into the dust,
and by the dauntless spirit of its people, it must be rebuilt:
as it arose from destruction and returned to dazzle;
the earthquakes that preceded were unpredictable,
but this one was announced by a concerned scientist,
who warned of the disaster, but authorities ridiculed him and didn't heed
the warning, but rather called him an imbecile!
O L'aquila, unless your bells hadn't rung, not everyone could have been told!
This medieval town of L'Aquila was besieged by armies,
but they never conquered it and its invincibility angered its enemies;
now, it is crumbling, shaken by the fury of the inclement Nature;
devastation is seen everywhere: churches with a toppled bell tower
or cupola...castles and historic buildings heavily damaged;
corpses strewn along the dusty streets...people searching for survivors:
digging with their bare hands to save lives, and some are found alive!
O L'Aquila, highest eagle on this devastated hill, see all the tears shed!
A dog, limping and bleeding, seems lost among dusty stones and faces not so recognizable,
is he looking for his owner; and over two-hundred fifty bodies not yet excavated...
how can he find him? By Heaven's mercy, someone lead him to the piles of rubble,
to let him sniff in the spot where he is buried...hoping he'll be alive, not dead!
And why should everyone despair?...Isn't life worthier than those lost art treasures?
L'Aquila, the mighty, has crumbled into the dust and light is erased from the taciturn sky;
I weep like others, and my lamentation echoes in the doomed valley when peace was audible!
O L'aquila, more glory awaits you: arise from the ruins and your greatness won't fade away!
This poem is dedicated to the unfortunate people of L'aquila and those of the surrounding
villages that were devastated by the earthquake of early April.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
My heart is pounding in my chest real loud
The moment we met eye to eye in a crowd
Expressing myself in bizarre ways you don't understand
Obsessing with the past and I've lost my head in a long lost land
Mere frustration,
Taking advantage of me
Kill lamentation...
Rubble of trouble
Is what I tread on these days
I'm a grief puddle
Try to change me
Be careful, I might bite
I wanna be a part of your nightmares and haunt you with spooky glee
I might explode
Don't try my patience
Fighting an uphill battle
Racing with a thousand cattle
I'm not a good blood anymore
You are the mysterious island I explore
Speechless all the time
It's distressing honestly
Collecting gross grime
Forgiveness I need
I pray for humility
To get rid of greed
I cross my heart and I pray to God I'll be with you as long as I live
You keep telling me your insecurities and downfalls...and I'm submissive
I wear you in my memory like a tattoo on rough skin
Stay with me forever, I don't want this night to end - you're my friend and kin
I died a thousand times, trying to figure out my purpose in life
Tragedy in reverse cuts me like a jagged knife...tearing me into pieces of misery and strife
I need your sympathy and your inspiration right now
Life ain't easy, I get it, but I'm falling apart somehow
I look at you and you are the desire fire that begins to burn
Forgiveness is what you give me in return...I watch my oceans of tears churn
Is it my turn to be by your side when you're fading away?
You and I are drifting into our mindless fantasy
Faith and praise I owe
To God Most High, my Father
Who has gracious glow
Neglecting His Word -
I'm sorry I was in vain
I'm a caged-up bird
Diligence in prayer -
Haven't accomplished it yet
Angry...in error...
You walked away
You vanished suddenly
I lost the race today
Slowly, recharging my bravery
I didn't mean to start a riot
Compared to you, I'm nothing special
You were the warrior that was fought
While you're on your journey, I'll be standing tall
Pound to the rhythm of my heart
Pound to the rhythm
Pound to the rhythm of my heart
Trying to forget the shadows of you,
Deeling with fealings out of the blue
Deeling with fealings that are revealing my true colors...
My wild, reckless natures...it's hard to find emotional cures
Good Morning Soul…
Good morning soul.
Today I’m gone to write
a poem that simply suggested
its self to me last night.
It will be a poem of joyous tears
for the two sons I dearly miss--
sons that gave my life so much bliss.
Oh I wish this poem
would flood its self
with their many loving words
and charming acts---
that all the world could see
why God so dearly wanted them back.
But let me not push
this poem to any type of limitation,
for it’s not a wailing, pitiful lamentation
of a heart painful and sad---
rather, it’s a praise poem to the Giver
for granting us all the crazy fun we had.
Good morning soul.
This poem could never cover
all those wonderful short years---years,
filling this old heart with such joy and laughter
and flooding these old orbs with grateful tears.
Yeah, tha Lawd giveth; and tha Lawd taketh away.
Blessed be tha Name of tha Lawd each and evah day!
September 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 31-33
Key Verse – Ezekiel 31:10-11 Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; Because thou hast lifted up thyself in height, and he hath shot up his top among the thick boughs, and his heart is lifted up in his height; I have therefore delivered him into the hand of the mighty one of the heathen; he shall surely deal with him: I have driven him out for his wickedness.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR SURELY DEALING WITH US
Praise be to God for surely dealing with us for our:
Self-exaltation against His glory
Self-righteousness against His grace
Self-sufficiency against His generosity
Self-pity against His goodness and guidance
Self-entitlement against His great governance
Ezekiel 32:16 Praise be to the Lord for instructing us to stay
in His will against sin-caused lamentation when we:
Disobey His declarations and designed duties
Defy His decrees despite defined demands
Deny His deity thru detrimental doubts
Decide against His directions
Disregard His delights
Ezekiel 33:22 Praise be to the Saviour for His
hand upon us to:
Guard us from wickedness
Grip us around His worthiness
Gear us toward worship by His Word
Goad us along His wisdom against worldliness
Grab us to His will against waywardness in the wilderness. Amen!
September 8, 2024
Come, let us sing a song of equality and unity;
We seek a home of peace, pledging our lives to this vow.
Upon this restless earth, a flood of blood now surges;
War drums beat in every direction; corruption runs rampant everywhere.
There is no helmsman to guide us across this turbulent sea;
The nation, having lost its way, now bleeds and burns in agony.
The soul can no longer bear the searing pain of war's wounds;
Darkness shrouds every quarter; lamentation echoes all around.
Caste prejudice and malice—these are the forces that ravage the heart;
Neither the blue heavens above nor the vast oceans below find any solace.
Barrenness consumes the soul; the heart breaks in weeping;
Amidst the blasts of bombs and explosions, sleep eludes our eyes.
A tide of torment washes over us, filling the soul with dread;
Through every window drifts the ominous roar of impending cataclysm.
Will anyone answer the call of my pain and suffering?
Will anyone heed the yearning that seeks to breathe new life into this world?
This earth is enchanting—rich in beauty, color, and essence;
And amidst it all, know that men and women are its most precious jewels.
Adorned with flowers, fruits, rivers, and streams—she is fertile and lush;
A motherly savior, she cherishes her children with boundless love.
Why, then, do war and hatred plague every corner of the globe?
Why do people weave such webs of savage cruelty and violence?
As the Earth's weeping intensifies, her dam of endurance finally breaks;
Come, let us rush to her rescue today, steering our vessel against the tide of adversity.
Hand in hand, let us declare: no more war, no more hatred!
We seek only love and affection—no more the torment inflicted by foes.
Come, let us sing a song of equality and unity;
We seek a home of peace, pledging our lives to this vow.
(alternately titled: Zayda born April 9th, 1929)
e'er since his birth,
his daring do didst not abate
the penultimate most spectacular
concrete incontestable product
constituting biological offspring
developing, fashioning,
and incubating gene nee us,
he unwittingly didst create
encoded whence he got conceived
approximately begat circa
July nineteen twenty eight,
and hence upon April ninth
two thousand and eighteen
cometh denoting exceptional great
ness among kith and kin innate
awareness to take stock and celebrate,
how a series of fortunate events
commencing with a date
to Harriet Kuritsky
(at that time, yet to pledge her troth)
accepting storied handsome fellow,
whose constitution sturdy as "forest" timber
(definition of groom) to be lawfully wedded wife...
until death do them part)
unwittingly marriage didst emancipate
my mother, who met a awful, cruel
and terminal undeserving fate,
which tortured demise, the grim reaper
gladly, gleefully, and glibly
held her steadfast
thru death decreed grate
a permanent life sentence,
she vehemently did hate
and fiercely fought tooth and nail
(unimaginable to me,
thee sole son), how
agonizingly bitterly clearly irate
such suffering wrenched, wrought, wrung
August marriage permanently
cleft by malicious, nefarious,
and opprobrious tongue
no heroic measures, only lamentation slung
upon the livingsocial clinging,
where grief rung
every last ounce,
though thru each passing year
thy mum gone thirteen orbitz
round the sun, that shear
ring raw emotion
still persists in concert with lear
ring grimace of deathly hallows, 'ere
obstinate heart ache lessened now
since papa found bliss
in which to steer the prow
of his four score and nine
aged ship of state row
wing (or more or less peacefully drifting)
berthed in consonant with vow
wills - a staunch spirit does wow!