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Premium Member Spirit Keepers Heal

 
The sacred hoop is my life wheel,
circular with no beginning and no end;
this infinite circle I must reveal.

The teachings within help me heal,
where east, south, west and north transcend;
the sacred hoop is my life wheel.

The great power in the four I find surreal,  
life I will not fake, waste or pretend;
this infinite circle I must reveal.

To the spirit keepers of the four I appeal,
as all life aspects, seasons, elements, spiritual blend;
the sacred hoop is my life wheel.

I ask the sun, air, water, earth to not conceal,
oh, I wish all the spirit keepers to be my friend;
this infinite circle I must reveal.

To father sky and mother earth I kneel,
and pray for the power of four to mend;
the sacred hoop is my life wheel,
this infinite circle I must reveal.

____________________
August 09, 2022


Poetry/Villanelle/Spirit Keepers Heal
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1478-755-09
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France


Written for the Premiere contest, First Person Villanelle
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 09/02/2022

Third Place


Premium Member Fresh Studies

Sometimes, what you find in a study can only be expressed                            in the way that you walk it out. Occasionally, one can attempt                        to explain in words what his recent studies have revealed.
Many things that we have already learned are no longer fresh,                    and yield much-to-be-desired for a fulfilling life.

I must say that when I chose Him to be the one in whom
I would chose to put my faith, I did not discover him through
study or research. Nor yet was it a religion that I submitted to,                               but rather a relationship to which I was drawn. It was face-value                            acceptance and His words that both arrested and captured me.

This then is my feeble attempt at communicating                                            the present freshness that I am finding in Jesus Christ.
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He's busy, but never harassed or hurried.
He is more gracious than I ever realized;
More forgiving than I ever understood;
More merciful than anyone can imagine.

He doesn’t mind washing the feet of his followers.
He delights in serving, not taking from, his disciples;                                                                     He's so practical that he likes fixing their breakfast.
Sometimes, he answers before we even ask the question.
He's more patient with me than I am with myself. He
gives me more of everything when I have nothing left.

He weeps with the weepers and reveals himself to the seekers.
He gets amazed with our faith, and races to our rescue.
He marvels at our doubts, and loves us no less.
He sleeps in storms and awakes when we call him.
He loves to bring peace and security to me.

He commands everything to be still in me.
He offers love to me and takes away the fear.
He gives me calm and poise, wiping away every tear.                                                                   He causes me to clearly see, and quiets the storms at sea.                                                                          
He calls men and women to forsake all and follow him.
He demands first place in our hearts. Who does this!!!?

07102009; 080221PSCtest, Your Personal Favorite Poetry                    Contest. Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS

Premium Member Our World Is Crying

Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
A severe risk as a result of the global warming challenge 
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.

It is not due to hairspray or baby oil; it's our fate.
Rapidly melting Arctic glaciers are causing damage.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.

Carbon from fossil fuels is the major emission element.
A ferocious shockwave of metabolic blaze stage.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.

Concerns around the ozone hole depletion sprout.
Sea level is rising due to melting ice and warmer plage.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.

War and turmoil look trivial compared to climate.
Despite that our kids are at risk, newly threats emerge.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.

 
To allow plant life to thrive, we need to alter our zest.
Retain the air safe and car-free with zero carbon discharge.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.


Written April 20, 2021

A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Humanity Regroup To Survive

From near one pole to the other, from South to North,
Billions of tons of ice melt every year, climate change
It’s become one of the major problems on this planet thenceforth.

Planet Earth has suffered many disasters, henceforth
As oceans swirl and cause worldwide havoc, a total range, 
From near one pole to the other, from South to North,

Bush Fires cause incalculable damage to homes, once orth,
Now in ruins, animals die, bush, trees destroyed, people rearrange,
It’s become one of the major problems on this planet thenceforth.

In Australia, Knysna South Africa, Canada, other places, its wrath,
Sweeping across countryside, suburbs forcing snakes to writhe,
From near one pole to the other, from South to North, 

Frightening storms lightening, dangerous by water or a porth,
People, animals, tall structures at risk, comfort for safety in exchange
From near one pole to the other, from South to North,

People across our globe we plead with you, help us go forth
To find a solution, for we will all perish if we don’t, we must arrange
From near one pole to the other, from South to North,
It’s become one of the major problems on this planet thenceforth.

Poetry Contest : A Major World Problem
Sponsored By: L Milton Hankins
Dated : 18/04/2021

Premium Member Silent Prayers - 2

Silent prayers reflect my most intimate dreams
Inspirations so brilliant they color me in light
Laughing with joy like liquid flows in streams

Gentle whispers breathe hope into the schemes
Hearts blessed by a love so great it will excite
Silent prayers reflect my most intimate dreams

Kindness falls blindly through the lost screams
Passions so penetrating they crave sweet insight
Laughing with joy like liquid flows in streams

Warming spirits with a grace like soft moonbeams
Beautiful and bright, inspiring wisdom to recite
Silent prayers reflect my most intimate dreams

Melodies live in the pages of such loving themes
Surrounded by wonders of tenderness in twilight
Laughing with joy like liquid flows in streams

His mercies reign forever - His compassion redeems
The angels shine around us, allowing us to unite
Silent prayers reflect my most intimate dreams
Laughing with joy like liquid flows in streams







AN ORIGINAL VILLANELLE CONTEST Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
February 24, 2022


Premium Member Poverty Ails

Clamor for food security prevails
midst scarcity of basic necessity
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.

Though there’s great Source, supplies demand high sales 
inequality reigns, buttressed by greed’s certainty
clamor for food security prevails.
 
Hear the sick in their bad health pity wails
afflicted with insufficiency’s futility
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.

While technology upgrades production scales
rice shortage remains a global verity
clamor for food security prevails.

Then population-explosion issue hails 
malnutrition problem along infant mortality 
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.

Let’s reach-out with care, since charity* never fails
trusting God to end this sad reality: 
clamor for food security prevails
such confronts the world; oh, poverty ails.

*1Corinthians 13:8 Charity never faileth…

April 24, 2021
10th place, "A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM" Villanelle Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS; judged on 5/9/2021.

Premium Member P S Its Poetry Write On Write On Congrats To My Fellow Poetry Soupers Part 13

P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 13

 Many thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and each word; Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and each word; Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers


Kudzai Mhangwa 439
Kudzai Mhangwa                       439
L Milton Hankins                        357, 369
Laura Gail Sweeney                                    374
Laura Leiser                                6
Laurie Mahoney                         199, 394
Lawrence Gene Ingle                331
Lewis Raynes                             307
Liliya Zagorski                            376
Line Monique Gauthier             258, 316, 85
Lisa Ayers                                                     385
Lisle Robert Dudley Ryder       343
Lucy Wangari                             267
Lycia Harding                             104, 188, 58
M. Braimah Saaka                     247
Maja Malhotra                             362
Malabika Ray                              134
Malisha Hansani                        257
Marcella Raven Brianne Poynter              394
Margaret Franceschini              275
Maria Sharon Moemise             388
Mark Anthony Bartolo               289, 291, 444
Mark B. Peterson                       162
Mark Goldstein                           211
Mark koplin                                 236, 259
Mark Massey                              124, 192
Mark Pringle                               13
Mark R Toney                             286, 339
Marnie Portland Johnson         188




01/05/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

Premium Member Shaping the Shadow

As in dense mist I walk entranced in pace slow,
tracing your footprints my heart beats return,
out of sight I shape in me your ornate shadow.

When from the horizon northern winds blow,
chilled clouds spread dark shroud on the sun,
as in dense mist I walk entranced in pace slow.

I see you now saunter in my sunshine meadow,
adorning gems of my dream an angel you turn,
out of sight I shape in me your ornate shadow. 

The spurt of your enticing fragrance I follow,
your elusive trail I won’t ever waver to yearn, 
as in dense mist I walk entranced in pace slow.

The sunburst sky makes my craving mind glow,
in blazing passion stoked by your fervor I burn,
out of sight I shape in me your ornate shadow.

In dim twilight as I traverse life landscape fallow,
to live with the agony of the longing heart I learn.
As in dense mist I walk entranced in pace slow,
out of sight I shape in me your ornate shadow.

_____________

August 13, 2022
Contest : First Person Villanelle
Sponsored by : L Milton Hankins

A Soft Bitter Slur

Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur, 
As the movie spool ends, silver lights begin to fade,
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur

‘The sheer backless organza’ – a red-carpet stir,
The true benefits of fame, featuring a chauffeur and maid,
Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur

In ‘Wuthering Heights’, the Protagonist connoisseur,
Violated when the ‘Sirs’ want favours repaid, 
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur

Her fluffy companion gives a discontented purr,
Along with diamond wedding rings, her only accolade,
Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur

Missed out on an award – an offering greater than myrrh,
Behind a painted smile, a cut-throat tool of the trade,
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur

Then the dreaded moment, as quick as a blur,
At thirty-five, replaced by youth, promises betrayed,
Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur,
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur.

 
13/11/22

Third Person Villanelle Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins

Third Person Villanelle Contest
Judged: 23/11/22
Writing challenge - X'd poems second chance poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
© W J Clarke  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A New Tomorrow

Today in the United States of America the dark clouds have parted
and a glorious sun is shining on her people and the world
the raging storm is almost over . . . 
the dragon has been defeated
(though we still hear his feeble growls and moans)
and tomorrow is a new bright day and the next and next and next
2021 will be a new beginning . . .
the seed of a wonderous tree has been planted today
and people are cheering loudly
dancing on the streets of every city
in every country of the world . . .  
they see a bright future on the horizon
there is no limit to tomorrow and tomorrow
and yesterday will soon be a bad dream fading away
there will be respect for all people
no matter color, religion or nationality
walls will be smashed down
there will be compassion for all
world respect will be won back 
pride in country will be instilled in the youth
so many endless plans to work on . . . 
so many wrongs to be corrected  
no more fear or shame for her people
they will all stand up with pride 
the United States of America will be great again in 2021

_________________________
November 8, 2020


Poetry/Free Verse/A New Tomorrow
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1303-109-08
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance 


Written for the Premier contest, VISIONARY  
sponsor, MILTON HANKINS, Judged 11/24/20

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