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The Secret of Christmas
Who could not wish for Christmas?
For I have been witness with my own eyes
I have felt the humanity and joy raining from the skies
I have traveled back in time, long ago
Into a Maronite church
Listening to the language of Jesus
As the choir sings
Children romp and play
I see man with arms outstretched in humble prayer
Time travel is possible, back to the future of peace
I hear many voices proclaim all that Christmas is NOT
They are all wrong
When you focus on the nots
You see not what is
What is, is love
However expressed
However given
Heavenly peace is felt in the soul
Every single human should feel this joy
Even with a humble messenger of love
Listen first the message
The message you say?
The savior is in us all
Listen to the beating of your own heart
Follow any path you choose
As long as you see the light
The universe will shine bright
The beauty inside of you
Should you open it to the world
Is gods gift
To one and all
Merry Christmas
Hallelujah- Lindsey Stirling
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VzprYCxPBQ
Katherine Jenkins - Hallelujah
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PwIMQ4sb3A
Katherine Jenkins - Angel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_xdv-VOMcyE
CONFIDENCE RESTORED
In the quiet solitude of evening,
I come before the Lord.
In the secrecy of my chambers,
I seek His presence.
It is here that I kneel before my Master,
And bare my soul.
Though I fail Him time and again,
He will receive me.
Though I disappoint Him,
He will not reject me.
Though He chastises me,
He will not cast me out.
He will lift me up from the mire,
And set my feet upon firm ground.
He will wash away my sin,
And clothe me in a robe of righteousness.
With His right hand,
He reaches out to me,
With His left hand,
He holds my enemies at bay.
With His right hand,
He provides all that I need,
With His left hand,
He shelters me from the elements.
All this He promises me,
For He is a loving Father,
And I am His Child.
Judy Ball
IN QUIETNESS AND CONFIDENCE SHALL BE YOUR STRENGTH.
Isaiah 30:15
For New Free Verse Contest by Catie Lindsey
RAINBOW
Sky smiles, rain drizzles, Sun dazzles
Off and on occur pretty puzzles.
Rainbow appears with innermost arch as Violet.
Sun rays dispersed through rain droplet
Outermost bow in shining scarlet.
Next to violet glistens deep indigo.
Seven colours are the glamour of Rainbow.
Violet-Indigo side by side gaily glow.
Blue arch comes then followed by Green.
Glorifying mean position bold and clean
This completes Blue part as Rainbow is seen.
Next Green, Yellow bow gives the golden touch.
Occupying the position fixed on fifth arch.
Consecutive two arches show Red part as such.
Orange bow sticks yellow, bright and brilliant
Yellow bow merges to red arch rosy radiant.
Sun spectrum completes Rainbow glowing gallant
Scarlet Red shows the extreme boundary.
Rainbow appears with innermost arch as Violet
Next to Violet glistens deep Indigo.
Blue arch comes then followed by Green.
Next Green, Yellow gives the golden touch.
Orange bow sticks Yellow, bright and brilliant
Scarlet Red points the extreme boundary
07/25/16
Crown Of Couplet Poetry Contest by Catie Lindsey.
Clans, Ilks and Tartans
Woven into threads of red and black,
Girded by grids of white,
Distant plaintive bagpipe memories
Of sunset over Kilmaurs –
A crest that bears a unicorn
Touches royal roots
As a poet’s tribute to a patron lost
Watches neighbors Campbell and Montgomerie
Then looks out on the seas from tidal lands
Of Ayrshire in flings and reels with swirling kilts
When explorer’s feet recall on new world shores
The mew of seagulls soaring –
Politicians, engineers and entrepreneurs -
Over Fork Over – Cunningham, a clan of auld.
Blocks of green and wine
Stripped with blue
Look back into the heather
Covering highland hills of country dances
Where spring wanders in hunting kilts
Beneath clear cerulean heavens,
Boldly enduring;
A crest that bears a coronet
Of storied noble and knight
Whose melancholy legend
Whispers in glens and gloaming
Of standard bearers for a king
Watched by Ogilvy and Stewart
Lindsay, a clan of auld.
Like sunlight bouncing off of autumn leaves
In crimson, golden amber, umber greening hues -
A sword dance of squares and lines in twirling kilts -
Near the sparkling waters of Loch Lomond;
Clan neighbor Graham and cousins MacCammon
See the crest adorned by a coronet
Prize of battle;
The wind remembers
Tiny windswept island Clarinch -
A battle cry of Clar Innes -
Campaigns of kings and exiled queens –
Chieftain’s seat sees a president and prospector -
Hence the brighter honor – Buchanan, a clan of auld.
Cousins of the same ilk
Bear the names of families -
Of highland lands
And lowland memories -
Seaside and mountain territories -
Kilts wearing colors interwoven patterns
Born of clans with
Tartans telling legends and the stone of destiny,
Plaids dancing at the piper’s hand,
Ancient names, though maybe hidden, still live –
Cunnyngham, Lindsey and MacCammon
Of Buchanan –
In Celtic refrains like iridescent whispers
Woven through clans of auld.
This is the story of my Scottish heritage through the mottos, the tartans, the history and geographic references to the clan homes.
Deep inside my soul, I know the truth
Because, I witnessed it with my own eyes
I saw it, lived through it and survived it
My life abruptly changed, because of it
However, my soul grew and healed from it
Those who stole some of my childhood,
Continue to lie and deny facts gathered
The lies not only hurt, but there is a shadow
A shadow of burdens from lack of closure
Their darkness follows the light of my soul
Although, I always try to live life to the fullest
To pursue what I believe in, to live authentically
There will continue to be burdens cast upon me
As long as those who lied so long ago,
Continue to pave the road with more lies
6/3/18
*Entry for Active soul and mankind’s self-righteousness contest. Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
I look for emotions from you when you are a fighting sky. The sparks look first golden like your heart and then silvern like your silence. I use them in my cup of poetry.
I seek them from you when you are knitting the story of rain. I love the way you do it for the soil in turmoil and for my dream as well. None can live without a dream. Our sweet realities we very often get in ecstasy from our dream, woven with your hands, woven with the fluffy wool of cloud.
I look for emotions from you when you are rain coming down in heavy downpour all on a sudden delighting the girl planting saplings of rice in the field. She looks for an umbrella and if possible a coloured one she came across in the city that she visited to participate in a marriage ceremony and was on the roof with the brother of the groom, when the rains came.
The more I can hear and touch your emotions the more are the likes my poems earn.
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July 13, 2017 // For Contest: Show Me: Sponsored by: Catie Lindsey
I was a little girl holding mothers hand-
unprepared for the harsh and brutal image
of my sister being run over by a truck
the image raw graphic violent and terrifying
I will always remember the chilling scream
my mother screaming and screaming and screaming
it will haunt me forever-
the bleakness the reality powerful fervent
perhaps that is why we were so close
mother and me
until her death we shared this raw emotion
just us-
the scene was garish
a little girl lay dead
in her sweet pink dress
I was naïve unprepared for such an intense
violent death
I was a just a flower growing
so I folded my petals up around me
and there I dwelled unspeaking just staring
into nothingness
mother went to a raw place painful and lost
only the love of a grandma
could reach my shattered tender soul-
she was uneducated and inexperienced
but with untrained skill she opened each
petal one by one and each raw emotion was revealed
somehow mother and I recovered in time (or did we)
and life rumbled on
but still when I go to the wind blown cemetery
and I touch the name suzanne
it all comes flooding back the undiluted raw image
and that penetrating scream to goes on for infinity
and this has made me the poet
I am
a poet born from raw exposed pain
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July 29, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/raw emotions
Copyright Protected, ID 15-695-291-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Raw,
sponsor, Catie Lindsey
Fourth Place
They met a few years ago
On a Texas Hold'em site
Cautious to exchange info
Wanted a few hours of fun
Play cards, laughter and flirting
Profiles had lives of their own
Elderly Jack and Lucille
At night young Zac and Camille
Sexy pics no way were real
They soon fell for each other
Poker players saw it all
She was baby, he lover
Zac and Camille by day now
Texted and talked hours on end
Reality blurred somehow
There were bumps along the way
Players witnessed the drama
Jealousy problem they say
Life plans were made together
Generous fake gifts were bought
A house, jewelry, whatever
The worst that could happen did
Camille noticed Zac straying
Uncovered things he had hid
How could he do this to them
Her heart was broken in two
For real now a fake victm
My question to you would be
Who was catfish... catfisher
It started so innocently
May 20, 2018
*True story...
Catfish Contest by Catie Lindsey
N/A
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
N/A
Is this all there is - is it enough?
If this is as good as it gets
I would not change a thing
Much better than it was.
My world has meaning - it used to be a blank
I spent half my life wanting more, never content
Looking for missing pieces in order to feel complete
If given a choice of a perfect world
I would stay exactly where I am
My life is not perfect by far
It is so much more than I deserve
I would continue to be thankful and give back what I can
I do not have to have all the answers
Regardless of situations, I am given the tools I need
Because I am human, a perfect world is not for me
Written 2-14-2016
In A Perfect World Contest by Catie Lindsey
Free Verse Form
Honorable Mention