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What is supplication? It is faith on bended knee,
A sacred, living fellowship with God's divinity.
It fills our deepest emptiness with mercy from above,
Bringing peace and holy wisdom, joy and perfect love.
"Be anxious for nothing," God's faithful Word declares;
In everything with thankful hearts, bring to Him your prayers.
From Matthew, Kings, and Samuel, to the Psalms that gently sing,
The Scriptures call us to His throne, our praises there to bring.
Let heaven be our heart's desire, where Christ we'll see one day,
So cast aside the weights of sin that lead our souls astray.
Cast every care upon the Lord, for He is ever near;
He knows our every need and wipes away each fear.
Seek and ask, keep knocking still, with humble hearts that pray;
Walk with Jesus every hour and trust Him day by day.
For more than all earth's treasures, it is Christ our souls pursue—
A life of sweet supplication, faithful, steadfast, pure, and true.
Being fair
You have come to me on bended knee
Your whole life in disrepair
Not knowing now which turn to take
Asking me to please be fair
I have walked the road of heartbreak
Alone each morning as I awoke
You left me such a long time ago
To love another for love’s sake
What were those words you spoke to me?
Love like this happens only once in life?
And you had found your one true love
You no longer wanted me as your wife
Well, I had to let you go,did I not?
To go with the true love you had found
While my heart lay in total despair
Ripped and scattered all over the ground
Please get up off your bended knee
I am so sorry for your despair
But the turn you took so long ago
Gives you the answer of me being fair
Connie Moore
December, 20 2015
There's parting of a frantic sea, to catch a glimpse, on bended knee
They nonchalantly steal a piece of privacy, consuming more,
assuming poise, among the noise
whenever posed upon her door
How must it be, to be the queen?
To sit so high upon a throne?
With no remorse of deed or thought
to slice her thin, and spill her name, upon the royal carpet fame
The horses trot, the carriage rides, the palace square, the heir abides
How is it there upon the throne, is it lonely at the top?
Beneath the crown upon her head, they watch her wave behind the smile.
The flashbulbs light the milky way
while voices scream among the fray. Does the shouting ever stop?
Does the room feel cold from on the throne? Is it lonely at the top?
She's guided by an elbow's charm, disarmed, by tabloids, all alone.
There is mystery behind the door, the secrets of her universe
Is there more to bear than we can see, adored by all, but all alone
Is it lonely on the throne?
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5/29/15
For Contest Sponsored by Judy Konos
"Long Live The Queen"
King where dost thy realm begin, the Kingdom and thy throne?
I come to offer my sword to thee, my life, my blood, my Soul.
Ne'er once have I admired more, majestic Sovereign up on high
Guiding light from blinding star, if you please with me abide.
Offering this hand of mine, to be taken and held by your's
Flight of fancy, heart's desire, let me fight this gallant cause.
King command this subject here, thy will be done not mine
Ignorance be no defense, surely recognition is divine
Not all Kings belong to monarchy, nor Monarchs blood be blue
Grant this wish I ask of thee, Lord let me come to serve you
Sword in hand, on bended knee, Son of man, King of Kings.
I walk along the river bank
to where my family home once stood
There's nothing here but mud and rock
and memories from childhood
It wasn't time that wore it down
but water on one fateful day
Helene came through and by her wrath
my little home was washed away
And with it went my wife and child
as sudden rising waters struck
So unprepared we were for this
when massive flooding ran amok
The bridge that goes to town is gone
There's no way in or out of here
So many friends and neighbors lost
beneath this river made of tears
Oh Father, God, with broken heart
and spirit crushed, I call to Thee
I wish I had been swept away
instead of here on bended knee
Oh why have I survived this thing?
And how can I go on from here?
I'm stuck upon this broken bank
above this river made of tears
© Mike Wise
10-2-24
*This is based on the disaster that ravaged vast areas of Appalachia last week from hurricane Helene. I live in this general area where much devastation took place, but for the record, by God's grace where I live was relatively untouched. But my heart is broken for friends and neighbors, known and largely unknown, whose personal suffering and losses this poem cannot adequately describe. This was written on their behalf, based on many stories I heard in the news and the destruction I saw with my own eyes.
The BBC has not just bowed but been kowtowed by the dastardly crowd
Proud Aunty allowed to be somehow cowed by this bastardly diss shroud
Got to worry the crisis takes its toll heads roll…they only had to say sorry
Avowed critics beef rowed & wowed their brief a mischief agenda so loud
With no defender the chief got so much grief his resignation did tender
Ploughed by true offender Boris the political pretender on another bender
Call out this lout who truth does flout the vile bile he does all the while tout
Dob on the blue blob snob & knob whose vastly ghastly gob makes me sob
Why on earth would any serf care about what this loony buffoon does shout
Revels in his dishevelled pout..amazed Aunty levelled razed by his crazed rout
Phoney baloney stories of the Tories glories..the Telegraph a trusty rusty crony
The BBC again slain by a disdain campaign as inane & insane as Johnson’s reign
Without doubt we’ve the clout to stop the lying vulture from rifling stifling culture
Scoff turn toff coven oven off..cohorts of suits in cahoots ravaging loots savaging
Candour…can’t pander to their dander & devil may care unfair slander propaganda
Boris not a novice as the orifice taking the piss remember the abyss of him in office
Country’s ex headmaster pastor of disaster willing killing our beloved broadcaster even faster
Oh great divide you stand to look at me
while I on bended knee grope for you
between this world and the next
we are like ocean book ends ,
meeting in the center of the Universe ;
Oh great depression you are killing me
offhand remarks ingrained in my psych
your a wedding band on my finger
and joy can never ring us
when our hearts meet, we suck air ;
Oh great divide why can't we feel
the day we married we had the flu
between our worlds there is no next
we are like rivers running wild
meeting only through the great divide
Anger, I summon you then squelch you,
what is a broken heart to do, I ask you?
The Bible Tabernacle
By Franklin Price
05/29/2022
My wife passed in January. The Lord came down, took her away
I made a promise then to Jesus, that I would praise him every day
Would again, be going back to church. It had been so very long
We both believe He died for us. I'd praise him again in song
Had no idea of where to go. I was sure that church had changed
Would the Spirit be in all of them, or would they all be rearranged?
I asked the Lord to guide me, lead me along the way
His voice then whispered in my ear and he had these words to say
“As you go on without her, let My spirit be your guide
I never ever will mislead you, will always be there by your side
We have a choice to make together, of where your church should be
I will point out a few of them, then you can go to each and see”
I followed in his wisdom and each Sabbath day I went
To a different church God showed me, I would go where I was sent
I saw the Lord in all of them, to a varying degree
Some I had to search intensely, so I moved along to see
Invited by a loving neighbor, as we were down on bended knee
He's at the Bible Tabernacle, why don't you come with me and see?
Would I ever walk into a church, and feel the good Lord's loving grace?
I came to the Tabernacle and I looked upon his face.
I asked God, when I left that day, should I continue with my search?
God said, “It's your decision, I've shown my dove upon its perch
Did you feel that I was present, with no doubt that I was there?
Did you feel the power of Me and of all My love and care?”
Of course I knew the answer, knew that God had shown the way
I wrote this poem to celebrate and I'm returning on this day
I pray to God this congregation understands that it is clear
That we are within his presence, and that the Lord our God is here.
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
All a girl wants is a man who looks amazing in a tiny suit
one that will make her heart race when he flexes his glutes
one who comes charging down the beach on a white horse
and swoops her in his big strong arms, without any force
All a girl wants is a good looking man with a sexy strut
one with crazy thunder thighs and trunks that plunge n' cut
one that will place tanning lotion all over her warm body
and make her purr like a kitten after drinking hot toddy
All a girl wants is a swimsuit God who is named Bolt Upright
it has to fit him almost right,... but just a wee bit tight
one who can save her if she's about to drown at sea
and give her mouth to mouth on bended knee.
"All a girl really wants, is a man who looks good in a bikini" - Yummy !
A young squire set off
through the dark woods
he was on his way to town
to find adventure and fun
When he was set upon by villains
bravely he fought them off
his sword now blood-red
on toward the town ahead
Then a fearsome dragon
blocked his way with fire
he strung his longbow
and shot it dead through the eye
He passed by an old man
his cart stuck in a rut
the squire lent a hand
his gaze he could not advert
He has e-spied a comely maiden
hair of gold and lips like satin
a twinkle in her blue eyes as she gazed
struck by the bolt of love
He rode with them to town
saw them settled in the inn
then to the lord of the manor
to swear his fealty on bended knee
The lord knighted the young squire
"A boon, I ask," my lord, "I am in love
and wish to wed. Will you grant my wish"?
"Indeed I will," the lord replied,
"Lets all feast and be merry
as you take your bride's hand",
a banquet spread before them
they exchanged their rings
Now they retire to the boudoir
there let us leave this pair of new weds
written 03/22/2013
contest: medaeval idealism