Long Persistence Poems
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Dave
Everyone needs a Dave.
He checks how you are..
He's the one who sees beauty
Through your feathers and tar
As a friend he is priceless.
As much gold as Fort Knox..
He can see your potential
Lifts that hasp off your box
His message is freedom.
His message is love..
And he'll throw up a good word
To the throne room above
And the thing about Dave is..
He is gentle and kindly
But when it comes to The Fight
He's right there behind me
So we all need a Dave.
That friend who is faithful..
To encourage our journey
When life's more than a handful
For a calm thoughtful spirit.
For that uplifting tone..
Friendly words that remind;
We are never alone
Our Dave is all wisdom.
In his guidance we trust.
But there's a thing to accept
And remember, we must..
To be someone's Dave
There's a reason he blesses..
It's the fire that smelts
All that metal so precious
Every Dave has a story.
You can see through those eyes
It's the forge that has shaped
A demeanour so wise
Persistence in struggle.
Hope in adversity.
Becoming a student
In life's university
So, wherever you serve
Be you Doris or Dave
My cap I will doff.
To be like you, I crave
For you carry the Spirit,
So clearly we see.
And a gift to unshackle
Those who long to be free.
So let's be more Dave.
Blessing off someone's socks
For the world needs more like him
And let's face it, he rocks.
Jinjagoliath
30th May 2021
____I tried something new this time. Rhyming rhymes in every line______ So it's not
my normal style of poem. Let me know what you think Thanks
Softly spoken and heartbroken
From his stunning ways of cunning
Her believing he's not leaving
Now she's hurting from his flirting
Never knowing he'll be blowing
Through her life causing this strife
Treated this way he will pay
When she finds and unwinds
His whole existence with persistence
She'll destroy his only joy
It's no chore attacking the core
Her childness stops this wildness
When her fit drops bit by bit
Each new trickle stops his "pickle"
From more damage he would manage
Stopping him his world grows dim
In the dark no sexy spark
Since her plan has stopped a man
From causing pain now he's insane
Lost and lonely now he's only
Getting scareder with a mirror
An open book from each look
Shows mistakes as he takes
It all in and he begins
To figure out life's all about
Respecting those who become close
And the fleeting love from cheating
Doesn't work and he's a jerk
Now it's late to recreate
A new man who understands
This lesson about all the messin'
With frail hearts right from the start
Alone in bed he knows the dread
That was tossed from all the loss
No one forgiving now he's living
With no one from what he's done
Bestowed by God with faith according to Scriptures
I do strive to seek Him, begging for His guidance
Believing His wisdom, always perfect and right…
Divine intervention --- such I desire so well.
1985…
Toward college degree, yet away from my home
Scholarship gained along academic freedom
Yet Bible studies’ truth brought me to the Saviour…
Divine intervention --- my soul redemption set.
1991…
Alighting from the bus; then sprawling on the street
My body rested there… along that busy road
No vehicles passed by as I managed to stand…
Divine intervention --- the Lord guarded me well.
1996…
Teaching career flourished in great institution
Voluntary service versus secular job???
My choice must be resolved for full-time reaching-out…
Divine intervention --- The Master granted peace.
2003…
Ministry adjustments for orphanage venture
Government compliance and license to cope with
Another course-challenge; my heart yielded fully…
Divine intervention --- The Almighty gave joy.
2018…
Desirous for global poetry publication
My persistence fainted; but was soon ignited
Since providentially, I came across PS*…
Divine intervention --- Sovereign endowment.
2019…
My Daddy wished to leave the hospital alive
Doctor handed waiver as prayer was fervent
No to euthanasia; yes, I loved Dad so much…
Divine intervention --- Creator took him home**.
2021…
Our special child’s milestones definitely highlight
Miracles so wondrous despite pandemic blow
Diagnosed to progress toward retrogression***…
Divine intervention --- reflects God’s grace at work.
I thank the Lord indeed; His eyes**** watch over me
His hand remains outstretched to secure my footsteps
Blessing my trust in Him, blocking me from wrong moves…
Divine intervention --- His love’s affirmation.
*My Poetry Soup membership commenced on April 9, 2018.
**My Dad went to be with the Lord on January 2, 2019.
***Our special son is now 12 years old.
****2Chronicles 16:9 For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to shew himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him…
December 22, 2021
Narrative in modified Alexandrine form
6th place, "DIVINE INTERVENTION" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on on 1/4/2022.
A treasure was hidden,
Dig deeper within,
Come with me,
Let our journey begin.
As the seeds crack open,
There's an energy explosion.
Life's magik potion,
creating miracles in motion.
invoking emotion, as the seed pod opens,
The roots start prodding and poking,
Their existence eroding,
Slowly growing,
Flowing with persistence.
Embracing resistance.
Obstacles slowing,
And showing the way.
Safely through the darkness,
As they play.
Building their foundation,
to maintain its creation,
generation after generation.
While lost in translation,
We build blind nations,
Littered with false expectations.
All of us,
Trained in seperation,
Disguising our true relation,
Your unique aspect,
To add to Creation.
All of our roots Entwined,
our energy combined,
you'll find,
Only as ONE,
Can we act as the divine.
Search for your purpose.
Fight for the light.
Break through the surface,
Be vibrant and bright.
You can feel the shine,
as GOD tingles down your spine.
Gifting you the power,
To create your life's design.
Keep an open mind,
as you find out,
more about,
The SEEDS you plant,
And the LEAVES that sprout.
God’s presence in my life daily is my soul's utmost desire
Such assures me of His love that’s always on fire
Caring and comforting me as His compassions require
Every time I wake up, till even when at night, I retire.
Peace I pray to reign over my soul in God’s presence surely
As His forgiven child by faith in Christ truly
His calmness conquers my fearful heart sweetly
Every time harsh crises surround me tremendously.
In God’s presence is where my soul finds freedom indeed
Fellowshipping with Him, unmindful of time to exceed
While I trust Him earnestly to meet my need
Every time I seek Him so my spirit He can feed.
Joy wraps my soul in God’s presence toward eternity
Dispelling my thoughts of anguish and anxiety
His bliss envelops me with His warm security
Every time He fills me with His gladness’ certainty.
Divine guidance in God’s presence keeps my soul settled
He leads me to His authority where I’m safely handled
His wisdom directs me against being deceived and rattled
Every time I entrust my weary mind that’s embattled.
Holy pursuits hedge my soul around God’s presence*
Away from Him, my goals will have no value or sense
I need His standards to push me toward noble persistence
Every time worldliness pulls me down by its alluring insistence.
Victory awaits my soul in God’s presence thru His power
That prods me forward in my service as His called sower
To bear fruits yielded by my sacrifices blooming as a flower
Every time He rains blessings to me from His heavenly tower.
*1Chronicles 16:27 Glory and honour are in his (GOD's) presence; strength and gladness are in his place.
December 16, 2018
Edited on December 16, 2O22
1st place, "Our souls wish list" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 12/27/2022.
Anything that is not right
See to it to end this year
Start with a good step to freedom
Work in abundance in the heart
Train your mind in the way for wisdom
Learn from instructions of Elders
Condition your body and start running
Let God be your guide and your rudder
Prepare your heart for the gospel of peace
Obey the instinct of the Bishop of your soul
Life is a long way lackadaisical journey
So many stop, curve, and a long dash energy
It takes easy alone running without baggage
It takes happiness carrying baggage with love
Freedom is slavery without hindrances in going
Victory awaits for those who love persistence
Your going has obstacles and stumbling blocks
Don't cower in fear, rather overcome hindrances
Life is like that, there are nights, there are days
The sweet things every sunrise, there is sunset
Be constant in your desire to accomplish things
Never end the day working nothing or idle
Life is measured in terms of achievement
For at end of the day, life so tiring but gay
When the body take its meal, inert lay to rest
Eyes close in the night not to forget to pray.
I start my uncertain day with coffee, reading both The New York Post and the Daily News;
sharing this destiny with most of Mankind: struggling and paying with sweat my dues!
After a good night sleep, I jump into the shower,
while the freshest coffee is brewing on the counter;
my favorite newspapers have declared the new elect US President,
and I am very glad to hear that, and begin writing with a renewed zest...
to start my uncertain day with coffee,
which invigorates me with the creation of poetry!
I start my uncertain day with coffee, reading both the New York Post and the Daily News;
sharing this destiny with most of Mankind: struggling and paying with sweat my dues!
The USA Drug Administration states that
moderate amounts are healthy, and I sip it
with a spirit that's really exuberant;
without coffee I am inactive, lousy and distant,
and all who say that's an addiction that can cause much harm...
I can prove them entirely wrong by an opinion that's solid in form!
I start my uncertain day with coffee, reading both the New York Post and the Daily News;
sharing this destiny with most of Mankind: struggling and paying with sweat my dues!
How do you think I have gotten to be such a prolific writer:
by working hard at a blue-collar job, or dreaming of a million dollars...
when I finally become a published author?
Think again, nobody gets very far
without persistence and sacrifice!
Try to visualize me, I wouldn't be a hypocritical liar!
I start my uncertain day with coffe, reading both the New York Post andthe Daily News;
sharing this destiny with most of Mankind: struggling and paying with sweat my dues!
During my coffee-break and lunch-hour,
I sit thinking, in my green Honda, how it all can be changed:
to embrace another life-style by glimpsing into that glamorous, literary world;
every door seems closed, and each hope so sour,
and if by merit and luck, my published book became a best-seller in days...
what would be more gratifying: satisfaction or monetary gains?
I start my uncertain day with coffee...reading both The New York Post and the Daily News;
sharing this destiny with most of Mankind: struggling and paying with sweat my dues!
As I knew no living grandparents,
I’ve been a grandson to none.
But I have been a son, a god son,
a younger brother, an older brother,
A nephew, a cousin, an uncle,
A grand uncle, a great grand uncle,
A husband twice espoused,
A son-in-law, a brother-in-law,
A father, a god father, a stepfather,
A father-in-law,
And an ex-husband twice removed.
As my children are not yet parents,
And, given the state of the world,
May possibly never be,
I am grandfather to none.
If certain familial ties can be
Regarded as bookends to a life,
Mine are less than evident,
Leaving my existential chronology
Dangling famously over edges,
Mocking the persistence of memory.
With years of mind numbing digging
Persistence pays off with time
I would almost call it a living
This life long search for the treasure of rhyme
Harder to track than the abominable snowman
Slippery than that monster in Loch Ness
More cunning than Jack the Ripper trailing a stripper
Is the hidden rhymes elusiveness
I've been from one end of the lobe to the other
In the deep dark recesses of the mind
Hoping to finally discover
Where it has hidden the pockets of rhyme
When I discover it I'll come back victorious
I will then share with poetry my find
The words that I use will be various
As I open to all the treasure of rhyme
I'm witnessed
and I feel that I can hope
but I disappear again
into infinite constellations
that don't contain me
to risk just being
an ever reaching hand
in an endless fall
can there be meaning in flux
if time cannot be stopped
and I cannot be stilled
there are all ways and none ~
a cascade of push, pull and feeling
an ache that resolves itself
I am absolved
so easily in tangents
so dramatically in execution
but painfully
devolved of awareness
undone almost too far
concern for that state
the solo undoing
until once again
I cry out in the darkness
needing to be someone else's vision
wanting not reflection
but anothers lens
it is but a sedative
and my brain and blood
the very air
is muddled by it
my wish to be shaped
preventing form
being moved
creating stagnation
everything exists
beneath entrapped screams
I can absorb yet be weightless
conditioning
be cast off
there is nothing
at the heart
of vastness
let me be the space
in-between ripped seams
a free flowing breath
that returns to a lung
to expand, contract
travels outwards
never retreats
I am once again ~
when I admit
unburdened awakening
lessons not from man
but from the wilderness
empty and erase me
inevitable persistence
my only container
all this
in the time
that I am allowed