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I've no memory of my beginning,
A tiny seed, a lowly abandoned weed
Taken for a ride on Mariah's breath
Safe harbor found on a wall,
I barely squeezed between the bricks
and rested there for a while
In the silence of loneliness, I dwelled
No others like me did I see
as I buried myself inside a crevice
Leaves like arms in shades of green
I budded like a wildflower
Despite the odds I survived
I'll be doomed to a lonely life
without a flowery mate...
a lonely weed, never to procreate
A memory ~ I recall being a wispy seed,
with fuzzy siblings at my side
When our white-haired mother withered,
she sent us off without a goodbye
to live or die on our own.
Philippines is in great danger right now
I sense deceitfulness and betrayal here
My leader is feeling great and proud
It seems everything is in control
He's doubling the greatness of his father
Not in economy, infrastructures or legacy
But in name shame, ill public trust issues
Unabated corruption, nepotism and drug addiction
I sense police suppression, abuse of power
Rampant human right violation in highlight
People are not blind to see leader's fallibility
Of course not, my leaders have their heydays
Powerful, untouchable in its high evil ways
I feel if people react on the street with rages
It's easy to declare a National emergency
Put it in heightened red alert to the extreme
Declaring force the state to Martial Law
Which is patterned to his Father's declaration
Much worse undeclared but under silent Marx rule.
World Leaders are looking my country terribly
With judgment under craziness and maligning
Is my leader sane or in moron condition
I hope not but very impressively foolish to say
It's not even normal to say they're in demon possession
I sense there's no living justice system here
As if the 3 government branches are colluding
When our former leaders are deprive their rights
What's the protection of the laws for the lowly
Where would my people go in case of chaos
Hope China, US and Russia would help us
What would happen to my country this time
What if my people fight and find peace by revolt
Where would my family, my friends, and my kin go
Who do we turn to but God Almighty for prayer
Would there be sacrificial lamb to appease rage
Where would be another hero to unite my people
Would there be civil war to make this country unite
Would there be division among regions be made
Think my leader where which to find solution
Think my people what kind of country we want to be.
The vision of you is like the sun on the horizon
which light does set upon the brow of thought
the midsummer's buds bring forth the harvest
the treasure of mine heart within are caught
Such a love descends upon a mortal breast
to be exercised in span of shorted life
where hope does soar like a bird aflight
such sails hold the winds of bonded wife
Entwined upon our souls does hold its rope
The chords of Love the spirits promise that you gave
for therein it is braids like upon us hope
to care for each other like humbled slave
It declares your love to those your favors chose
whose intercourse of cares upon all alight
the final numbers of all the called to wed
the seal of your love by a messengers invite
Cast upon us are all the reasons for this course
to trod its path is the faithful map to true
to all our sins and failings which we divorce
and its purity of heart is joined to you
All of its secrets to your beloved you revealed
and saved us by the knowledge of its depth
that it be patterned to the nature unconcealed
gives eternity to true loves life and breath
I will enter the temple with rejoicing
among your judges we will find our place
what we have suffered like an irritation
that we might give you our obeisance and grace
You have looked upon the oppressed and lowly
who have shown the justice of your King
with patience have faced all their afflictions
and know your peace upon the earth will ring
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas”
Or so the happy lyrics go
Houses decorated with wreaths
Bright red ribbons and great big bows
In darkness, lights glimmer beneath;
Outside inflatable plastic Santas
Tied to stakes in ground; held in place
Watching our to - fro momenta
In superficial shopping race—
Being somewhat apathetic
Perhaps we, too, need tied to ground,
To consider the synthetics –
Hol-i-day fun tends to confound
“O Holy Night…”
Bright lights and decorative trim
Softened by voices in choir
Ah! “Oh Come Let Us Adore Him;”
Beauty inside just as the stars,
Advent candle announcing joy
Shepherds like us sought the Christ-child—
Praise God for birth of baby boy
In a lowly manger so mild—
Christ holds us firmly in place
In the realness of our ponder,
Separating the rush from grace,
One is giv’n Hol-y-day wonders.
-Evelyn Pearl Carpenter Anderson
At times we should not be afraid
to roundly call a spade a spade.
I shrink not from a reference
to a fearful pestilence.
From Leo the king to a lowly vole,
the fear of death held all in thrall.
Even the amorous turtledove
found no appetite for love.
At last King Leo called together
birds big and small of every feather,
dogs, wolves, hares, horses, cattle,
to join a mighty fearless battle
against a woe that knew no measure,
that revealed divine displeasure.
In a tone both low and grave
the king proposed a way to save
his subjects from destruction's pit
in a way that would best fit.
"Beloved creatures, renouncing sins
alone celestial pardon wins.
Let each of us search heart and soul.
to find what error played a role
in provoking Heaven's frown,
sparing not Our royal crown.
We too have erred, let Us confess,
sharing guilt for the present mess.
Often We - Oh, truth to tell -
a flock of harmless sheep befell.
We must not omit to say,
the shepherd too his life did pay."
"Your conscience is too tender, Sire"
From all such self-reproach retire!
That shepherd got his just reward;
for humankind no tear afford.
Us animals they kill, enslave.
The world has lost but one more knave."
Thus spoke the wolves dressed in black
whose legal minds no cunning lack.
The animals told, one by one
all the wicked things they'd done
until it was a donkey's turn
to say for what his heart did burn.
"Once I was standing at a fence,
For what I did there's no defence.
I felt an urge - o woe betide! -
to munch grass on the neighbor's side.
Some demon drove me to so act.
Conscience forbid I hide the fact."
"Oh monstrous sin! Abomination!
Betrayal of the animal nation!
'Tis this wicked foolish ass
that has incurred God's wrath, alas!
The court did not brook delay.
Someone had the price to play.
Dear God, I am an accuser, an accuser to the bone.
Most times I accuse because I have been accused and left to fight alone.
So God I pray this prayer for freedom from the accusation into me that’s been sown,
That I may be loved and love others, instead of tackling this life on my own.
Dear God as it concerns love and hatred or freedom and destruction,
Let me not be caught up in categories or words of elitist presumption.
Please bless me to hate the deception but to unconditionally love the deceived.
Please bless me instead of judging those who judge, to with grace their pain relieve.
Please bless me to fight the lies of men, instead of fighting those caught in lies.
Please bless me to destroy pride’s delusion yet relentlessly defend from shame’s guise.
Please bless me, as I fight all error, to always search for the error within.
For none but one have conquered this darkness, that seeps into hearts as sin.
God please let healing be my ultimate goal, much more than to critique or guide.
But please help me to consider, how even in all of my pride,
The beauty I am as your child, every time I engage your eyes,
For true you see all my evil, but more so you see my fate,
To stand as a God incarnate, full of joy at heaven's gates.
This prayer I pray in Jesus' name at the risk of loosing much esteem,
For I am a lowly accuser, but HE is the source of all seeing and author of dreams.
When the night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold
you don't ask any questions and you don't dare breathe
you just follow her, like a light weight tumbled weed.
Down the passages of dark, down the staircase of rune
every step a little deeper than the crevices of moon
you can almost taste the air, on your tonguing clepe
you can down the stars of heaven in one single leap.
Taking you by the waist it shall dance you through
the elixir of happiness when your feeling down n' blue
you just thank the Lord for the magic of this gift
all you need is skin n'eyes to cross her lowly rift.
When night claims you like wayward leaf of old
and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold
you don't ask any questions and you don't dare breathe
you just follow her, like a light weight tumbled weed.
yes, breathe . . .
When your deep sorrow stabs your soul with a sharp sword
and you are seeking a fantasy world, dear Lord
you follow your soul and dream, saying can I breathe
but as this dream's winding path flows, you sigh, just breathe.
You drift down into your dream until you are free
and you are in a wondrous place with him, to see
sigh, thankful for this respite from reality
weightless and set free, floating in a fantasy.
He holds you captive as you dance and twirl
deep down in the corridors of your mind, you swirl
and sing happiness and gratitude for this gift
it is still and peaceful, and blissfully you drift.
When your deep sorrow stabs your soul with a sharp sword
and you are seeking a fantasy world, dear Lord
you follow your soul and dream, saying can I breathe
but as this dream's winding path flows, you sigh, just breathe
yes, breathe . . .
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January 6, 2016
Poetry/Quatrain/Collaboration/"Breathe"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-742-050-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym/Verse 2
Verse 1/Mystic Rose
Submitted to the contest,A Collaboration With Mystic Rose
sponsor, Mystic Rose
Third Place
We serve a God who watches over us,
A gracious God who moves on our behalf.
He dwells in us, His presence so glorious -
Our hearts His home, our shield, and guiding staff.
He lives in high and holy places bright,
Yet walks with those contrite and lowly in spirit.
So, stay connected - cling to Him with all our might,
And we shall rise above the darkened heart.
To see things from divine’s perspective clear
Is truly the heart and vision of a seer.
Bring emotions to full alignment near,
With Christ’s own promises hold them clear.
Be strong, courageous! Let our lives shine bright,
A crown of beauty with His redeeming light.
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
12.38pm
WINNER (SEE CONGRATS BELOW)
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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")
When reading heralded lines
I feel I am betraying
a poetic brotherhood
that seems, always, to be
making much of little:
a scrap, a comment (about a bird, perhaps --
or a comparison of a worm in the dirt
to some far-fetched abstraction.)
The humanity we all should share feels
sorely lacking. And clumsy, pathetic
grappling to elevate the lowly
to a semblance of earned achievement
(and not succeeding)
demeans us all.
"Mea culpa! Ibi dixit."
(I too am guilty. There, I've said it.)