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What if you were an inhabitant of a world
Where there's no hate, greed, jealousy, envy, and pride;
And one is not enraged by the prosperity of another?
What if conceit and enmity are erased from the course of history,
And malignity is perpetually swallowed in the deepest of pits,
Sinking to rise no more?
What if your subconscious ideate a world
Filled with love, peace, and harmony?
What if Seven Billion human beings could live together under one canopy,
Tending to and upholding high esteem for one another
As benevolence becomes the ultimate act,
That reigns over all timelines?
What if we put aside the destructive comparisons and competitions,
And every individual follows his or her own path
While uplifting all others at the same time?
What if the promotion of individuality and self productivity,
Was the niche of every human —one to another—
And every gift and talent was equally consequential to society?
What if there was no lust for power
And political leaders as well as government officials,
Assume offices not to seek their own selfish interests
By misappropriating public funds, and embezzling state owned belongings to enrich themselves?
What if they had the sincere dedication
To ensure the welfare and security of the state and its citizens?
What if this world was a sanctuary of peace with the nonexistence of violence,
Where nations were aimed at building, rather than destroying one another?
What if unity becomes a compelling force
That binds the Earth to its core,
And compassion remains the lifelong element
That keeps the Universe in motion?
What if the globe was entirely void
of racism, prejudice, discrimination, and partiality;
Where each and every human was afforded equally the same opportunity
Regardless of their race, sex, ethnicity, culture or nationality?
What if we could finally dwell in a word once dreamed of by Martin Luther King Jr.,
Where "humans will no longer be judged based on the color of their skin, but by the contents of their character"?
There is an extreme power in these questions!
But what if they were a reality, can you imagine what we could all achieve?
What if you allow that imagination to create pictures of transformations?
What if you act stepwise from these unceasing questions,
And give it a chance to become a momentous action,
To make this Planet a better Creation?
Cowards die many times before their deaths…
Julius Caesar, Act II, Scene 2 ~William Shakespeare
spouse
a souse
classic grouse
a big girl's blouse
portent ominous
assertions blasphemous
obscure and anonymous
his skulking is nefarious
utterances acrimonious
and implicature often dubious
uxorious but still pusillanimous
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An example of a rhopalic verse.
Rhopalism: A rhopalic sentence is one in which each successive word is one letter longer than the previous one. In poetry: where each word is one syllable more, or it might increase each line in a stanza by one syllable (per my example), or a metric foot.
IN THE SAME CATEGORY OF CONSTRAINED WRITING
The Rhopalic Couplet, also called Wedge Verse, was first used by Homer in the Iliad (3.182). It is a poetic unit of 2 rhopalic lines where each word progresses adding one more syllable than the preceding word in the line, for example, 1, 2, 3, 4 … syllables. The sequence of the syllable count can be identical in the second line, or it may be reversed. The couplet does not need not rhyme.
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In The Coward, stanzas are broken up along the syllables of the end rhymes: spouse, souse, grouse, blouse; om-i-nous, blas-phe-mous, a-non-y-mous; ne-far-i-ous, ac-ri-mo-ni-ous, du-bi-ous & pu-sil-lan-i-mous.
LEXICON
acrimonious: (adj) (typically of speech or discussion) angry and bitter.
a big girl’s blouse: British idiom, meaning someone is ineffectual or weak; someone failing to show masculine strength of determination
disposition: (n.) inherent characteristics.
grouse: (n.) one who complains constantly.
implicature: (n.)* the action of implying a meaning beyond the literal sense of what is explicitly stated, for example, saying the picture frame is nice and implying I don’t like the picture.
innate: (n.) inborn, natural
nefarious: (adj) (typically of an action or activity) wicked or criminal.
portent: (n.)
1. a sign or warning that a momentous or calamitous event is likely to happen, an omen.
2. (literary) an exceptional or wonderful person or thing. [‘What portent can be greater than a pious notary.’]
pusillanimous: (adj) showing a lack of courage or determination; timid.
souse: (n.) a drunkard.
Dragon of the Night, O'Winged One Lost in Flight,
Shattered dreams and scattered leaves blown in sight,
Whispers of smoke and fiery stroke lofted on midnight
air,
Tales of wonder and loneliness cast upon a creature so
rare.
Cast in cave for a crime it did not commit or foresee,
Hunted by humans, elves, and other beasts from foreign
land to sea,
Driven by hounds frothing and foaming at the mouth,
Dragon of the Night looks for refuge in the Valley of
Bones South.
This creature with scales of rubies and diamonds
crawls for safe haven,
While knights on horseback ride after him for the crow
doth craven,
Mysteries of the deep beckon this beast of the night,
Persecuted for his past deeds and tales of wondrous
delight.
"Why me?" cries the tormented fiend in full fledgling
flight,
Why am I alone, why am I so afraid, why do you drive
me from sight?"
"All I ask for is some food, some water, and a place
to ply my weary head,"
"But now I'm pursued and plundered until the watery
deeps turn red!"
The Dragon of the Night doth encounters a dead end at
the Valley of Bones,
Ghostly ghouls and demons compete for the loudest of
moans,
Knights have all gathered to surround the beast to cut
off all that is safe,
The Final Battle begins with not strident call but a
low crying Wraith.
The Wraith offers comfort to the Dragon of the Night
in midst of danger,
"Come stay with me for I am definitely no cast upon
stranger,"
"Be comforted in the knowledge that the end will come
quick,"
"So that you may dwell in my lovely Garden of the Dead
no trick."
So as the Dragon of the Night rested with no care to
his dismay,
Unfolded his wings and rested his weary limbs on that
momentous day,
Spears and arrows may have once torn the cries from
his flamed throat,
Finally, the Dragon of the Night had found the
Peaceful Moat.
Dragon of the Night tho you died while surrounded by
the Enemy of Fright,
Your spirit will live in the hearts of children by
tender candlelight.
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Always Walk The Path of Light,
Christopher:)
Creeping behind the walls and chairs
They linger all about.
They hang themselves amongst our homes
Causing pain and doubt.
They thrive upon our sorrow,
Upon our hate, our lives, our hearts.
They eat away at our souls
And watch us fall apart.
laughing in our faces, knocking us down.
Yet we fail to notice them-
Though they are all around.
They talk to us when we are awake
And ly with us as we sleep.
They torment our every waking day
And haunt us in our dreams.
They feed upon our empty souls,
And drink upon our misfortunes.
They live so long as we are sad,
And die if we are fortunate.
In and out all day all night,
They never seem to leave.
When ever we leave a room or shut a light,
They're there with you and me.
Though they manage to stay hidden,
We know that they are there.
We can feel them breathing down our backs,
And brushing against our hairs.
With every word that comes forth our mouths,
And every momentous thought-
They're with us-thinking with us-
Speaking the words we have fought.
Their foul stench fills the air
Making one sick to the smell.
Their cold touch upon our bodies,
Sends shivers through out ourselves.
We feel them enter our skins
And break beneathe our bones.
Bitting into our bodies,
Ripping apart our souls.
Clenching their rugged jaws
As hard as they can bite.
They rip and tear and eat away,
With all their strenght and might.
They make you cry, they make you sad,
They make you want to give up.
They posses your mind with evil thoughts
And all their is to corrupt.
They know as long as you are down,
And don't have the courage to get back up-
They continue to tie you down
And force you to give up.
Once you give into their temptation
They know they took your soul,
And their job with you is done.
You've left to lone and wither
And lay to rot away.
Never being happy again,
or live another day.
They've robbed you of your blessings,
They've took all of your strength.
Once they got you where they want,
They just take it all away.
Back into the walls and chairs,
The doors and beds and halls.
Slithering about and around,
Looking for more lost souls.
It doesnt take much longer,
For them to return or find a new.
Again the pain and torture starts
Until the chains have broken through.........
Form:
As it all started in a dream
Strangers like we’re all once before
Time stopped on that momentous scene
This funny feeling, asking for more
Weird as it was, but so afraid
Might not work out as usual
Those awkward approaches I made
Treated like everything’s formal
With that weakness, I paid the price
By letting her see someone else
What I got in playing so nice
Regrets, a whole lot of regrets
Throughout the years on struggling life
In the conquest for happiness
Stumbled upon somebody one night
That very dream became my guest
My, my, my, look what we have here?
Just found myself closing the gap
Started to bottled up my fear
Suddenly, I was on her map
Petty questions, mixed hi and hello
Looking for a perfect timing
And then suddenly, it’s a go
I found myself to her courting
She shared a story from the past
Her former which cause her heartache
About how terrible it was
And ended with such a bad state
I comforted her, shared my heart
Presenting the best of intent
Along with advices, part by part
And herself a chance with consent
Ahead of it, an open door
For you when the rest are shut closed
There’s a world so wide to explore
A life and a journey to cross
Exchange of compliments, sweet talk
Phone calls, I miss you’s of long breadth
Anything personal we could’ve poke
Our preference, weakness and strength
By days as it goes on and on
We drifted toward each other
And woke up one day with that bond
Replied back as she consider
Our relationship flourished with joy
The night we eventually met
Proving my point, when girl meets boy
Love in motion, already set
Everything’s unforgettable
The kisses, hugs, intimacy
And the sorts digesting the soul
Which took my breath so easily
Not all endings are happy ones
As our journey turned turbulent
I blew it again, this chance
Separation is imminent
Reasons unknown in the open
Asked her about the decision
Right between us, things didn’t tend
To work out, it’s a frustration
Tried and begged to reconsider
A resolve of her was a mistake
Yet insisted, didn’t matter
Something anyone could not fake
A lot of questions in the mind
"What went wrong?” in myself, wondering.
To quit here, for being left behind
While in the balance, I’m hanging.
“But by the grace of God I am what I am…” 1Corinthians 15:10 of the King James Bible
Let me tell you a story…
It is neither fiction nor fantasy
since the main character is yours truly…
Anchored upon scriptural theology
my narrative highlights the Creator’s glory
against pride of carnal hypocrisy…
This is the chronicle of ministerial journey
commencing from momentous encounter at Calvary
when Jesus Christ set me free graciously
against sin’s grievous penalty by His love and mercy…
I was a freshman in our country’s premier university
and the Lord intervened, setting me toward what’s heavenly
though struggling, my spirit heeded to His call obediently
toward divine trek of precious, priceless legacy:
Gospel-sharing and teaching children Bible stories joyously…
With God’s compass directing along wondrous serenity
my spiritual adventure progressed meaningfully
as biblical stewardship reigned over my humanistic philosophy---
thus, enabled to choose what matters most vis-a-vis immortality
I left my prestigious college teaching job for full-time ministry
trusting the Saviour as my Master Who knows best for me…
Midst mission trips, reaching-out travels and volunteer tasks’ array
participating in kingdom-advancement, empowered through prayer-fervency
I am nurtured, nourished for life-building and care-giving simultaneously
allowing me to bloom in discipleship pursuits by His wisdom’s sufficiency
as an orphanage Mom, a learning center Ma’am, serving gladly
a values coach to police lady officers, giving counsel to live righteously
a writer of church newsletter, publishing goodness of the Almighty…
Now, I am still continuing with my journey, blest bountifully
sailing with the Captain of the sea safely
overcoming, by His compassion, doubt and uncertainty
soaring along faith’s flight majestically
vanquishing fear, misery and anxiety
hiking atop supplication-retreat mountains steadfastly
walking with my best Friend around intimate fellowship sweetly
ready for jubilant face-to-face triumphant worship throughout eternity.
April 23, 2022
1st place, "Form N - Narrative - New Poems; Theme: Journey" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/27/2022.
Viewing the crucifixion scene capturing my soul
I'm glued to the vital character bearing the painting's essence
Staring at His image, my mind is gripped with Scripture verses
Unraveling momentous event in history - spiritual and miraculous
Asserting biblical Christianity's glorious message
Lauding compassion's omnipotence wrought by the Almighty Father.
Overwhelmed with gratefulness, I'm moved to worship...
Facing the beauty of the Lamb of God, I exclaim:
Crucified slaughtered Saviour, Jesus Christ the Lord
Redeemer and Deliverer, He vanquished death’s sting.
Unwavering in His sacrifice, offering Himself willingly
Calvary’s Hill He surmounted toward eternal victory’s height.
Infinite pardon He declared along “Father, forgive them” plea
Freeing hell-bound sinners from iniquities’ wages.
Immutable truth obscurity cannot hide
Expressing “I am the way, the truth, and the Life”
Dearly He paid the price to ransom me from condemnation’s verdict.
Seeing my Saviour in His suffering state, yet triumphant stature
Awakens my spiritual fervor, anchored by His love...
Vouching me verily, renewing my vow to live for Him.
Imparted with His divine nature, I’m illumined...
Overtaken by service-opportunities from selfishness’ grip
Upheld to exercise my faith midst strengthened heart
Revived to testify “I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live…”
Today, I put my faith in You, dear Jesus Christ. You died, were buried and resurrected to give me everlasting salvation. I trust and believe that only YOU can give me eternal life. Forgive me for my sins. Thanks so much for your love, and for assuring me heaven.
*Matthew 27:33-50; Mark 15:33-39; Luke 23:33-47; John 19:17-37.
**Galatians 2:20 “I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.”
Ekphrasis in Acrostic form
February 15, 2019
7th place, "Final Call Of NAs Your Most Meaningful One" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Chantelle Ann Cooke; judged on 10/8/2020.
As I sit down at the Banquet feast,
With Abraham, Isaac and Jacob,
Oh, what a day it is—
In the Kingdom of Heaven sacred.
But Jesus is the one—
I want to see face to face.
For Jesus is the reason,
I’ve the privilege, this table to grace.
This Banquet table is the longest—
My eyes have ever seen.
There’s many famous people here;
It seems just like a dream.
Moses sits there patiently—
Christ’s strong but humble servant;
Waiting for the prayer of grace,
Before eating this food, so magnificant.
Isaiah, Ezekiel and Jeremiah—
Are seen seated together.
These great prophets of old
Foretold God’s plans for the future.
King Solomon and King David
Sit regally in the middle.
David softly plays his harp;
More beautiful than any fiddle.
The atmosphere’s electric;
Such joy is present on every face.
Excitement for this occasion
Is felt throughout the entire place.
Jesus, our Host, now stands to speak—
To His redeemed made righteous.
Such great love and mercy,
Made all His guests spiritually prosperous.
He didn’t say, “Thank you all for being here”;
For that would have been rather trite.
Instead He said, “Thank you for your choice
To follow My Father’s ways, so right.
Thank you all for witnessing
To your fellow man;
Showing My Father’s love,
So all my children could understand.”
The Banquet experience
Is like nothing ever before.
To see Jesus face to face—
I can only love Him more.
Should I have missed this opportunity,
I would have experienced such deep regret;
To be shut out and placed in darkness—
Away from this momentous Banquet!
Heaven is so awesome—
My words cannot describe.
For these words have never been written
By any reporter or scribe.
Paradise and the Tree of Life—
In the past were but a dream;
Now so very, very real—
For all of God’s redeemed.
There’s not a single sacrifice
That I would not have made;
To be at this special Banquet Feast,
With a perfect character remade.
Life on earth was difficult,
But it’s memory’s almost gone.
Condemned as a heretic;
I simply sang Christ’s victory song!
Featured in my book No. 2, "Poetry To Touch the Heart & Soul"
Copyright © 2009-2011 Maureen LeFanue
www.godsgreetings.org
Daydreams and memories
Like skimming stones across a creek
Sometimes seeming
to skip on endlessly
Before finally going under
Just touching on moment after moment
of your existence
Before sinking into a particular memory
Other times just a few jumps
dipping into flashbacks
Here and there
Before disappearing underwater
Then there's the miss-throw
Plunging straight in
to a vivid moment of your life
That has touched you deeply
And....
like the stone
You sink...
The inevitable result
Every time
There is no other ending
You always end up in the water
Reliving a part of your day
Or a moment long past
Joyful memories
Hurtful memories
It makes no difference
You will always sink
It is the nature of the stone
It seems uncontrollable
Totally a wild beast
Random and unpredictable
But it doesn't have to be the end of the story
You can change it
Take control of the skipping
Choose the smoothest rock
learn to choose WHICH memories to drown in
Skip past the nightmares
Sink into the happy ones
learn how to hold your breath underwater
Find yourself a scuba diving set
For me, it's reading a good book and writing poetry
that supplies me with oxygen
Use when needed
And
you push on
Reaching for a time that made you happy
Or turned your heart into a pool of molten wax
A time that made you laugh
till tears ran down your cheeks
Had you flying through the air
Free as a bird
Or dancing on the clouds
crying from overwhelming gratitude
Everyone has some moment in their life
That they felt good about
As small as a smile from a stranger
At a time when you needed someone to notice you
Or as momentous as holding your first baby in your arms
Each time you
succeed in reaching the happy points
You become stronger
Happier within yourself
And you begin to create more heartfelt moments to remember
So you fall less and less into the bad daydreams
You just have to learn to breathe underwater
Strengthen your lungs
Exercise your throwing muscles
And become a brilliant stone skipper
Until
One day
You will skip right over to the other bank.
Zika Virus End Within Sight
For far too long we have been at the mercy of tiny little creatures from hell..
Specialised tormentors that seek and suck blood from victims in order to procreate…
Being mosquitoes, their insidious bites and itches are most irritating to our toes…
Each time they make a bee line for quick nip of blood letting , much to our woes..
Given the many varieties and types of these irritating flying insects…
It is most abundantly found in many countries, especially in the tropics…
Besides interrupting sound sleep, these hellish insects spread dangerous diseases…
Central to all of these deadly diseases is the spread of the flaviviruses…
Now this is a family of dangerous and deadly viruses borne by mosquitoes…
If these viruses are a danger to the mosquitoes themselves, we can rejoice…
But the Almighty God in His infinite wisdom has deemed otherwise…
Mosquitoes are carriers, they are the vessels to spread the diseases worldwide..,
Latest World Health Organisation alert has awakened the world all over…
Zika virus is afire, spreading and infecting the human population many times over…
Health and hospital authorities are swamped with increasing numbers of Zika sufferers..
It is a worldwide call to be vigilant, microcephaly in new born babies a consequence…
Today there is some good news to the end of this Zika tunnel of health concern..
The proverbial light at the end of its tunnel of darkness and its dire consequences…
Careful research on a group of volunteers isolated for some intensive clinical monitoring…
Has yielded very promising results that might well signal a momentous medical breakthrough..
As the world awaits for more conclusive and definitive measures to counter the flaviviruses..
Hopes are raised that in time, medical science overcomes all variant forms of the flaviviruses…
As we continue to hope and await the latest drugs and medicine to be readily available..
It is vital we try to minimise and eliminate the mosquito menace at home as far as possible…
http://www.star2.com/health/wellness/2016/03/18/works-100-dengue-vaccine-is-effective/