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With rainfall’s call for a relaxing plunge…
Bask under heaven’s showers with triumph
Join the children in their merriment’s mirth
Never fail to enjoy pure bliss today!
With rainfall’s generous provision grants…
Thank the Lord for His blessings’ bounty-pour
Optimize them wisely into good use
Never regret sharing your gifts today!
With rainfall’s great refreshing fulfillment…
Relax, take a break from labor’s pressure
Bear in mind that good health is wealth indeed
Never deprive yourself of rest today!
With rainfall’s might that lasts just for a time…
Do scheduled tasks upon achievement goals
Overcome complaints against nature’s design
Never succumb to slothfulness today!
With rainfall’s promise of bright tomorrow
Work well by faith, since you reap what you’ve sown
Trust God Who constantly fulfills His Word
Never stop doing your full best today!
*Deuteronomy 28:12 The LORD shall open unto thee his good treasure, the heaven to give the rain unto thy land in his season, and to bless all the work of thine hand: and thou shalt lend unto many nations, and thou shalt not borrow.
Carpe Diem with Blank verse
September 26, 2018
8th place, "A Rainy Day" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick; judged on 10/6/2018.
To those who’ve walked this road alone,
With hearts that ache and minds that roam,
A void where guidance should have been,
A silence loud, a secret sin.
Your steps were small, but dreams were wide,
Yet shadows came, no hand to guide.
In every tear, in every fight,
You’ve found your strength in darkest night.
No father’s voice to calm your fear,
No words of love to draw you near.
But know this truth, through every pain,
You’re not defined by what you’ve gained.
For strength, dear soul, is in your heart,
A warrior’s fire, a work of art.
Your worth is not in what you lack,
But in the courage to come back.
So rise again, with all your might,
Turn every storm into your light.
The world may not have shown you how,
But you will teach them, here and now.
You are not lost, though you’ve been tossed,
In time, you’ll find your path across.
And when you do, let this be known
You’ve never truly been alone.
You died.
And nothing happened.
No whisper.
No light.
No shift in the air.
Only the room—
exactly as it was,
minus you.
I stood there,
expecting something.
A crack in the fabric.
A sign.
A sound.
Anything.
But all I found
was stillness
carrying on
without effort,
without care.
They spoke your name
as if it held weight.
But even that faded
before the echo could finish.
No afterlife.
No message.
No you.
Just a body
emptied
and a silence
that doesn’t remember
what it’s missing.
Grief isn’t proof of love.
It’s the body glitching,
trying to react
to an absence
too complete to comprehend.
You are gone.
And the world
never noticed.
And soon,
so will I.
So will all of us.
Forgotten,
unmarked,
folded back into nothing.
Exactly where we came from.
The End
Seeing through these cold dead eyes now,
This world looks much different.
The scars of one’s life entire,
Appear now for all to see.
What once meant everything,
Really means nothing now.
I still see and sense things mortal,
But the earthly world can’t hear my words.
Lying on an ice-cold white slab this darkest night,
I see the pale yellow moon’s sad face in the sky.
With visions of people who’ve crossed over before,
I wonder when Charon shall finally appear?
Shall it be him who appears on this new horizon?
Or shall it be someone or something else?
The everyday mortal world moves on as before:
Regardless of one’s wealth, poverty, fame, shame, infamy.
I guess now all the ancient mysteries of the universe,
Shall become obvious and answered in kind.
I wonder what shall be said to me and the reception?
Thumbs up or thumbs down—I guess I shall find out.
The pale yellow moon now appears brighter . . .
As if a special message cometh soon from a winged angel.
Hope this helps to answer my lingering questions . . .
As the dark void from the mortal world grows greater now.
I feel a gentle tug pulling me upward now from Earth’s grasp,
Into the majestic arms of infinity and into God’s eternal light!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 12, 2016 (Lyric)
Standards within the Heavens
Virtues with honor
Calm waters, but focused
Crystal clear inspiration
The Sun glistens with assurance
Strength enduring
Sea creations refresh through the waters
Treasures deep
Safe keeping below
Boats and swimmers enjoy the cool feel
I am the ocean being ideal
I understand being the ocean
Even the Sea Gods wonder with curious
My waves with convictions and thinking its own
What are they thinking?
Each wave having a message in being caution
Sometimes the waves can propel during a storm
Other times being calm
Through every storm
There is a lighthouse watch
The Heavens create and observe
I am the oceans with vision of horizons
Eyes seeing as far as can be focused
Angles to the shores
Being an ocean
What do you see?
Distance with possibilities beyond the seas and depth of inspiration.
Brief message
Wind blows this way;
Listen well
~~~~~~~~~
Year ends here
Airline tragedy;
All aboard dead
~~~~~~~~~
So much pain
Year-end debris;
Heartaches mourning
~~~~~~~~~
Once again
Violent bad weather;
Frightening nature
~~~~~~~~~
Flotsam debris
Choppy sea waves;
Swirl dead bodies
~~~~~~~~~
Wet monsoon violence
So many lives lost;
Tragic endings
~~~~~~~~~
Words cannot contain
Sadness and closure;
Nightmares taunt
~~~~~~~~~
Traumatic episodes
So much of pain;
Issues unresolved
~~~~~~~~~
To venture forth
Try unknown fate;
Life bears risky moves
~~~~~~~~~
Dance to the light
Free from old chains;
Let soul rejoice
~~~~~~~~~
Loss brings pain
Terrible and true;
So much suffering
~~~~~~~~~
Here and now we pray
For peace to find;
Lead us back home
~~~~~~~~~
Tragedy starts
Humanity mourns;
Healing will come
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
31 December 2014
Singapore
I write poetry,
Simple poetry,
As simple as can be,
My grammar isn't hot,
Or my punctuality.
Sometimes I find it confusing,
When my pen flows easily,
It takes on a life of its own,
Taking control of me.
It has a sense of purpose,
As it scribbles away,
The content and message
Become as plain as day
I am unaware of holding the pen,
There isn't time to work it out
As off it goes again,
Effortlessly cavorting
All over the page,
Informative, reporting
Things humourous and sage
As I read the effort
My trusty quill has done
I salute this ink-filled implement
For it's the clever one!
I got a call from an angel
Floating on a cloud.
I made her laugh with the last message I sent her.
Misinterpreted messages lost in the light of the sun.
With ears at attention there was a brief silence.
Walking through the hall of infatuation.
She made me smile.
My hearts done none stop jumping jacks since the first time I saw her smile.
I told her about a dream I had.
Changing into something a bit more subtle.
We back peddled to the day we first met.
Just before the first date, but right after the third date.
The first moment that felt like we ascended.
The way time always seems to fly when were together.
The songs that describe exactly what it feels like to deeply understand.
The breaks between the bass where our hearts completely zoned out in a full day dream.
Knowing the words to every song that played.
Selectively introverted to the world around.
A mixed bag in the variables of comfort.
An audience of denim in a world filled with leggings.
Even in silence I send my prayers.
To an angel whom answers, as well as makes calls of her own
the Psalms of my soul
the eyes sees alot
through the realities
of our struggles today
i can no longer be
quiet in the jungle
of disaster
while i live in an
illusion of paradise
i realise life is not
easy when humans
are far away from
reality
so my soul bleeds
to a psalms of poetry
the Psalms of my soul
the crys of the innocent
are ignored nowadays
like it sends no message
even when the walls painted
with the blood of the poor
shows the brutality of power yet
it is waved away like nothing
happened
we grow in media as
we rely on it ability of
information
yet it don't change reality
in real reality
i cant recall what benefit
life stands in truth
if today we are still
in same system of yesterdays
the Psalms of my soul
i wonder of life
cos a lot evil is obvious
in disguise of good
i think of love
where i perceived
a reality of wars
i see alot lies
buried in our truth
even when i feel
i could say a truth
i still panic
out of my own thoughts
so above the hills of
freedom i wish to lay
my thoughts
as i pour out this
poems i do in simple
English
cos there lies
the Psalms of my soul
The new year 2020 is only days away,
I will set this free on new year's day.
Hopes and dreams to the future beyond,
This message set afloat this journey of long.
Many days, weeks, months and years,
Drifting endlessly till one-day this bottle appears.
The future is now connected to the past,
Unlocking many mysteries and questions at last.
But the greatest gift is my message lives on,
Showing love for humanity long after I'm gone.
Hello from the past, I hope your doing well,
It's now your turn for your future to tell.
Think of the next generations to come,
Your ancestors pass on the roots your from.
Without the connection our history will be lost,
Amnesia of humanity is too large a cost.