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The Lord is so kind to shower his bountiful blessings for one and all. It is for the the perceptive mind to realise and be thankful for them always.
Almighty aligns all atoms of a rare creation
Blessed beings beget beautious revelation
Clairvoyant clergies chant Holy hymns
Delightful deific divinity solemnly sings
Ethereal evangelics eye His secret signals
Faithful figures foretell subliminal symbols
Gorgeous glorious godly is His universe
Holy heavenly ambrosia He does nurse
Immaculate inimitable perfection He paints
Just judicious jubilate jewelled are His saints
Kindness knowlege are virtues to imbibe
Luminous lustrous light to instill inside
Merciful magnanimous He forgives faults
Never needlessly He ordains our assaults
Omniscient omnipotent He provides for all
Paradisiacal plentiful profuse bounties tall
Quenching our needs but not the greeds
Retribution rigorous He logs on sin deeds
Sacred sacrosanct sermons if we all sing
Transcendent tranquil lives He will bring
Unimpeachable universal laws if we hold
Venerated blessings we get from His fold
Winsome wondrous ways lead us to Him
Xeroxing Xraying Xanadus seemingly dim
Yearning yodling for His yielding boons
Zooming zenith vistas in Zen's saloons
16.7.2020
They say you’ve made many mistakes building your frail life
that collapsed engulfing you in smoke of trouble and strife.
If in time you had wisely taken the right and calculated step,
avoided aggravation, you wouldn’t have been in mouse trap.
On trivial pursuit you took in rapid sequence needless risk,
when at the cross-road the correct course you couldn’t fix.
Likewise, hearing things you surrendered tamely to taboo,
to open the locked door of the password you had no clue.
The decisions you make at the time’s point in the present
morph to mistakes as with the flow to the past they’re sent.
You’re sorry for the operation of cranium that does boggle you,
search the mind, know someone ordains, you can’t guess who.
If you harbor mistaken sense that on your life you’ve monopoly
you’ll scrabble for the vague perfection, but won’t spot it really.
On the tide of invisible time someone gives you ticket to ride
within, hear the soul speak out, ‘move on, keep mistakes aside’.
March 2, 2019
Ingenious, sin deceives by taking right
and warping slight, its plumb no longer true,
till what seems good to man in dub’ous light
is clear maligned, askance, to be eschewed.
Subtle departure from divine decrees
occurs near unperceived through loosened bounds
on that which God ordains, by small degrees,
till far from what is written one is found.
Confusing Father's love with that which sates,
or, willful, grants the creature more accord
till our Creator it subordinates,
thus we turn gifts to that which is abhorred.
The heart, with sin infected, beyond cure,
seeks evil with each beat; detests the pure.
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 04/30/2022
in-flight convergence
by Michael R. Burch
serene, almost angelic,
the lights of the city extend
over lumbering behemoths
shrilly screeching displeasure
they say:
that nothing is certain,
that nothing man dreams or ordains
long endures his command
here the streetlights that flicker
and those blazing steadfast
seem one: from a distance;
descend?
they abruptly
part ways
so that nothing is one
which at times does not suddenly blend
into garish insignificance
in the familiar alleyways,
in the white neon flash
and the billboards of Convenience
and man seems the afterthought of his own Brilliance
as we thunder down the enlightened runways
July 2 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 96-102
Key Verse – Psalm 96:9 O worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness: fear before him, all the earth.
HEART THAT WORSHIPS THE LORD IN THE BEAUTY OF HOLINESS
Our heart worships the Lord in the beauty of holiness midst our faithfulness
Which He establishes in our souls against insistent stubbornness
While upholding our vowed dedication-earnestness
With His constant helpfulness.
Our heart worships the Lord in the beauty of holiness midst our devotion
Which He places in our beings against worldly perception
While assuring our salvation-sanctification
With His immutable perfection.
Our heart worships the Lord in the beauty of holiness midst our commitment
Which He instills in our minds against selfish sentiment
While guarding our redemption-entitlement
With His eternal settlement.
Our heart worships the Lord in the beauty of holiness midst our sacrifices
Which He showers to our faith against doubtful devices
While blessing our labour-services
With His abundant graces.
Our heart worships the Lord in the beauty of holiness midst our stewardship
Which He ordains as our accountability against deceitful partnership
While reinforcing our discipleship-fellowship
With His compassionate leadership.
Our heart worships the Lord in the beauty of holiness midst our perseverance
Which He gives to our conviction against vain ignorance
While training our prayerfulness-endurance
With His triumphant deliverance.
Our heart worships the Lord in the beauty of holiness midst our spirituality
Which He entrusts to our ministry against carnal laxity
While anchoring our servanthood’s sincerity
With His merciful sovereignty.
July 2, 2026
Big Crit authorizes any person who has been called a poet in print to
wear an arm-band bearing the Happy Face.
Big Crit decrees that anyone who wins a poetry prize shall in respect of
that honor give all subsequent public readings of his or her poetry
while wearing Groucho glasses.
Big Crit hereby commissions the production of an anthology to contain
every poem ever published in which the internet is referred to, all
copies of which are immediately to be burnt.
Big Crit ordains that henceforth all love poems shall be printed in
mauve ink on lavender paper and all war poems shall be printed in
Gothic type and all poems about poetry shall be printed upside-down
and backwards and all poems about one’s grandmother shall be printed
in black ink on black paper.
Big Crit enacts that from now on the verbal content of all paid
political advertisements shall consist solely of excerpts from the
plays of Aristophanes.
Big Crit orders all those possessing a budgerigar to teach said avian
to recite one line from the verse of William Carlos Williams;
and Big Crit further declares April 25th of each year to be Annual
Bird Bard day, on which the recitation of poetry shall be forbidden
to all but parakeets, so that there may be no ideas but in budgies.
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Bestowed with femininity,
wisdom, elegance, and grace,
exemplifying dignity,
daughter of the human race.
X chromosome integrity
ordains attributes endowed,
according by propensity,
a nature kind and proud.
Beauty and vitality
anoint her noble gender,
magnum opus artistry
imparts celestial splendor.
Her marvelous complexity
gives complementary disposition
to valiant masculinity
for a perfect coalition.
Exquisite physiology
yields licentious pleasure due
the wanton sensuality
of erotic pas de deux.
Magnificent hologyny,
woman becomes by thy behest,
sacred vessel of posterity,
with honor ever blessed.
“Dear Kurt
“It’s Patsy calling
this afternoon
I’m looking so forward
to seeing you soon
“The cloud next to mine
is now empty and free
Your wish was to someday
be right next to me
“In heaven everyone
sings like an angel
Harmony waits
our voices enabled
“This spot will stay open
till you call me back
Saint Peter’s inquiring
I’ll keep him on track
“I’ve heard your kind prayers
to the Lord for my soul
And thankful for every
new blessing extolled
(IMAGINE)
“A songstress and poet
in joyous refrain
Forever a duo
— as heaven ordains”
(From Patsy Cline: May, 2026)
One being powerful sexual desire.
In my human sexuality
I have a biological urge and, needs.
lechery
lecherousness
lasciviousness
LUST
A standard function that was taken out of context
Negative straits that dictate
Lust and Love
To ouch sinfully what's not yours
Though words the same
Only one-word controlling in sin
carnality
lewdness
licentiousness
Like looking at a woman/man
In admiration over in abundant
Displaying and urgent contrary desire for one's not yours
Being sinful and not pure
Love and Lust
Do not touch
Though words the same
Only one word God ordains
Love is deep affection with control
A fondness with Godly intent to future hold
Hopes of tenderness
warmth
intimacy
Love is attachment
endearment
devotion spiritually
Love is adoration
doting
idolization
Love is passion
adorn
desire
yearning
infatuation
Yet in this premise
There are order patients and trust
Love and lust
Share the same house
But only love is a home
adulation
compassion
Caring
solicitude
Love and Lust
Do not touch
Though words the same
Only one word God ordains
6/30/20
Love or Lust Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: D.W. Rodgers
I do not ask for you, oh beautiful Muse of Milton,
Rest he may in the fissures of many a searching heart
Nor do I ask of the greatest, from either Heaven’s Reign
Or below, upon the earth where the sea roars and the Wind
Promises chaotic joy adrift in the ambitious Poet’s heart
I will not compete, or clamor, or rage—or pine profusely, though perhaps a sliver—
I will never Love like lava aglow
Or hate like danger in deep current flow
I only Search with the eyes given to me—I Search for the answer,
That you may open my heart to reveal what is Truth
Whether you are a brazen muse of might
Or a genius muse most hidden,
I would only hope for a smidgen of Truth
I would only hope for courage to understand
Calling all muses to hear,
I implore, humbly—humanly,
That you not need to feel obligated to mourn for your own,
For we are not direct in Death’s limited view
That you need not mourn for even the three of which inimitable Shelley ordains light—
Of Homer,
Dante,
Nor the blind Martyr that deemed our Devil the hero!
That you mourn not even their path-dissuading followers—
The imitable challenger who drowned in a sea,
The kisser of the shore, avoider of our monstrous Wind,
Or the young genius diseased—touched by his own muse—Melancholy!
These muses need not be grief-stricken,
For their sons have crossed the barriers
And abide in the value of human renown and veracity
And as for me, I ask not of any of you
To brush upon me the might of your inspiration
I only may Seek,
That I may honor
The ideas you sprung to our best, naming but a few,
And to only hope to be deemed a Poet of—
If but a sliver - of Light