Long Personhood Poems
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For this tribute poem, my heart exclaims:
Dad: you’re my greatest human fortress, steadfast indeed
The Almighty I praise for your legacy, thriving with blest breed.
Mom: being the virtuous woman who molded my personhood
You exemplified essence of love and wisdom in your motherhood.
Siblings: Manong Rhud, Ading Bert, and Sis. Ming, “kapatids” so dear
How fortunate am I to be assured of your presence so near.
Relatives: cousins, aunts, uncles within and outside clan’s group chat-brace
God’s blessings be with you, reached-out by His redemption grace.
Mentors, teachers, leaders: your earnestness of life-building impact
Keeps me fulfilling influential educator-role by faith with blissful act.
Friends: Actual and virtual, online and on-site ... you're appreciated
Midst your warm partnership for which I'm gratefully elated.
Brethren and sisters in the Lord: let’s fulfill His will, exalting His name
Serving as light and salt by His enablement, advancing heavenly aim.
Orphanage family: with the Saviour’s compassion and provisions that abound
You’re my home where His grace is maximized till we hear the trumpet sound.
The ALPHA AND OMEGA of my being: Without YOU, my GOD, I’m nothing
Since You’re my life, my all-sufficiency*; thanks for everything.
*2Corinthians 3:5 Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think any thing as of ourselves; but our sufficiency is of God.
November 11, 2020
Though you conceived me against your scheduled time
my tiny parts felt so secure inside your love vessel
I then invoked for your painstaking care
grateful that you chose to keep me---
---until my hospital birth exposure.
Though you left me to be cared by your grand mom
my babyhood was settled midst struggling milestones
I then invoked for your constant visits
yet you still decided to act out what seemed best---
--- that was not to see me anymore.
Though you let me grope amidst identity crisis
my genes could not hide your physical influence
I then invoked for your possible appearance
despite your subtle approval for my orphanage placement---
--- making me bereft of family-tree details.
Though you remain a mystery I can’t fathom
my personhood praises God for His love I’m experiencing
I then invoke that He would grant you peace
along forgiveness Christ assures to those who trust in Him ---
--- such is my faith while admitting this… I long to meet you.
I now invoke YOU, Sovereign Almighty for possible mother-son reunion:
please regard my supplication* with Your favour…
I invoke you, Mommy, in the name of the Lord:
remember me, your son, yearning for your hugs ---
--- ready to embrace you dearly.
*Philippians 4:6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
October 26, 2021
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 26 - Invocation" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 11/2/2021.
Many have gone
Family, friends, sacred and godly
Leaving moments as mates
Inspiring and motivating
Placing life before the eyes
Far from imaginations and dreams
Memories allow to relive the life
Past turns into present
Pleasant or pesky; good or bad
They are an experience,
A bunch of events and encounters
More of a realization
During a bout of severe adversity
I recalled my late father’s skills
Deriving the combating courage
During the exciting spell I found
Memories are not mere mental spurs
They are concrete recitals of the self
I admire the nature for bestowing
The power to preserve the past
An attribute that grants continuity
An association to the gone
Rejuvenating the hearts and souls
With wonders, smiles and grief
Life is palpable, candid and real
The moments are never dead
Past does not dissolve the personhood
We are a symphony of eternal notes
Old songs remain inside the heart
Mystifying melodies resonate at times
F
Mother, you are God’s good and great gift to me indeed
Opening and offering to my personhood … realities’ essence which I need
Teaching and training me well through your word and deed
Hoisting up my mind with truth; hedging my heart with love, devoid of greed
Enabling and empowering me by your motherhood roles along Scripture-creed
Raising and rearing up my spirituality to grow in the faith from the Gospel seed!
Dear Mother*, I praise the Lord for you and your grace-anchored sacrifices
Expert are you in exposing me to God’s wonders by your awesome experiences
Ardent truly in prodding me to do my best against mediocrity-forces
Radiant always in cheering me up midst frustration distresses
Earnest constantly in admonishing me while enclosing me with prayer embraces
Steadfast in your devotion to God as seen in your worship’s praises!
Thank you, so much, Mom; I love you. Your presence---my heart surely misses.
* Proverbs 31:28-31 Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.
May 12, 2018
(Acrostic and Rhyme Forms)
Honorable Mention, "YOUR CHOICE TRIBUTE VERSE..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/26/2019.
sensitive awareness
being there
showing concern
in a voice of love
rooted in scripture
oracles
episodic or
infrequent
divine interventions
on His initiative
Spirit inspired
words undistilled
heaven-sent
then spoken
this voice of the Lord
an essence
to take in
dwell upon
assimulate
&
then
remember
a perfect revelation
a simple word
foundations of truth
a process
made manifest
visibly expressed
a continuity
of personhood
in recognisable form
a body remade
transformed
recreated
sealed clothes
washed linen
in
heavenly wear
a perfect robe
in readiness
face-to-face
with passing moments
of loving concern
as wisdom finds a solution
for the flowers
of the seed
I pray for my last thoughts to prevail with triumphant bliss, vanquishing regret angst; and verily abounding with thanksgiving for the following:
GOD-ALPHA AND OMEGA of my life: Without* YOU, I’m nothing
since You’re my all-sufficiency and my everything.
Dad: you’re my greatest human fortress, steadfast indeed
the Almighty I praise for your legacy, thriving with blest breed.
Mom: truly the virtuous woman who molded my personhood
you exemplified essence of love and wisdom in your motherhood.
Siblings: Manong Rhud, Ading Bert, and Sis. Ming, “kapatids” so dear
how fortunate am I to be assured of your presence so near.
Relatives: cousins, aunts, uncles within and outside clan’s group chat-brace
Christ’s blessings be with you, reached-out by His redemption grace.
Mentors, teachers, leaders: your earnestness of life-building impact
keeps me fulfilling influential educator-role by faith-propelled act.
Friends: Actual and virtual, online and on-site ... you're appreciated
midst your warm partnership for which I'm gratefully elated.
Brethren and sisters in the Lord: let’s fulfill His will, exalting His name
serving as light and salt by His empowerment, advancing heavenly aim.
Orphanage family: with the Saviour’s compassion and provisions that abound
you’re my home where His grace is maximized till we hear trumpet's sound.
All the Poets in their desire to express their hearts out with passionate zeal
inspiration you are to me by the impact of your dedication-seal.
With such last thoughts reigning along worshipful spirit, surmounting gloom of worthlessness' attacks, I yield to the Sovereign Whom I trust
while ministering by His guidance.
*John 15:5 I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.
April 29, 2021
Ode in couplet form
don't fall in love
Loving him in a romantic way
From a one way street till endless highways
Till he signaled no entry sign
I was a fool or maybe the luckiest of all
For some people,
That happens once in a lifetime
Or
For others,
They fall in love over and over again
How can he deny now
When I defend him then
'Whatever the cost'
What was the past, today
Where is the future, tomorrow
O honey!
You will never know
Cause he never knew what he had
And he never realized when he lost
Baby!!
"Don't fall in love"
"I can't lift you"
It's not everybody's game
They fall in love
Some rise in love
In their own personhood and love...
But
She fall in love deep down his feet;
don't fall in love!
don't fall in love.
Agape love is the highest form of all expressions of love. It is the
kind of love that God has for us and that we are to have for each
other. Agape love was displayed, in action, on the cross.
John 3:16 records Jesus’ words,
“For God so loved (agapao) the world, that he gave his only
Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but
have eternal life.”
Thus, the inspiration for this work.
**********
AGAPE that was strong yesterday,
Will be as resilient tomorrow,
Where AGAPE is in true display,
Its power is inherently thorough.
When LOVE is faithful and true today,
It will on tomorrow bestow good,
And diminish all that blocks the way,
Toward mature Christian personhood.
Where we found AGAPE yesterday,
Along the highly traveled life-road,
Today, we will find along that way,
All the more so, if the truth be told.
For our quest will be much more intense,
When AGAPE is experienced,
As an action based on moral sense,
And worn as reverenced laureate.
Life changed by the power of God’s LOVE,
Shown fully in His beloved Son,
Is AGAPE LOVE learnt from above,
When from the cross, salvation was won.
Perfectly conceived in the Almighty’s omniscience
she was breathed with life wondrously by the Creator
granted full freedom to accomplish entrusted role
which according to the Scriptures, is “an help meet for him*.”
As such, what right has anyone to chain her?
to imprison her soul?
to enslave her being?
to diminish her feminine quality?
Completing the man by virtue of her God-granted attributes
she is vitally needed with her significance
a home can’t be a home without her
and a family devoid of her touch loses its verity.
Then why is she treated as a mere possession?
as an object of masculine’s lust?
as a darling partner to meet sexual cravings for a night?
as a comfort-giver who is not emotionally compensated?
The woman awesomely created by the Sovereign
is that lady with a unique task to perform
she can be your daughter, sister, mother, or girl friend
who’s doing her very best --- thru love's commitment of gracious trust.
Woe unto anyone who is undermining her and her personhood
mistreating her contrary to justice essence
abusing her against righteousness precept
minimizing her worth along unfair value system.
In the name of the Lord Who is the great Defender
the ultimate fortress, protector and sustainer of life...
everyone is called upon to stop chaining the woman…
since depriving her of genuine freedom means mankind’s liberty-loss.
Christ be praised for His compassion-propelled dealings
with women during His earthly ministry:
He showed them His care, forgiveness, comfort, appreciation
...brought to them healing of wellness favour
reaching-out to those grieving with mercy...
...lifted the ones humiliated publicly, granting His pardon…
rescuing their repentant souls from the condemnation of sin’s wages.
As a woman privileged to enjoy God-driven freedom bliss
I strive with faith to help advocate for human lawful rights
while praying for and assisting victims of "violence against women"
and spiritually leading them to the divine freedom Source.
*Genesis 2:23 And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.
August 31, 2020
3rd place, "Woman in chains" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 9/1/2020.
Beyond the familiar,
Far past any walls of my gardens,
a sleet bonds with me in turn
of the contrast of calls
from this path that hardens,
and of what it speaks,
and of how it brings change
unto my words.
I found myself outside of my own
outline.
With no shape to take precedent,
Nor space left to fill,
This temporary independence
help elucidate
of what should be done,
rather than of what one should do.
Albeit, an idea of opinion,
A design of bias difficult to comprehend.
A feeling of indifference
floods in waves,
setting aside
all that could’ve been.
In an effort of comfort in lieu,
I seized the dawn that still were
foreign, forgotten and new,
a grasp upon imagination;
To think in accordance of my view
felt as if to cast away the sun
this icy road had barely knew.
A distraction,
stealing the memory
of wherever it was
these cold and drifting winds
had been carrying me through.
A reason,
feeding the strength
to my spirit,
my steps had believed
to have been sworn to.
I seized the night as it grew.
Footsteps left behind were filled
before any chance of a trail
time could have left drew;
For no one to follow,
or for upon coming back
to the person I had thought to be,
or for the rejection of who I am
to not return;
Creating anew type of normalcy.
Freed yet hollowed
of the shape
that sharpened
my skeleton;
a synopsis for my personhood to map.
Outside of contours
that had always been,
to me, of what I am ascribed,
I find the loss of destination
to provide a sanctuary,
And as long as I bear the weight
of holding onto my mind,
I will be safe.
I may not know where I am,
nor how to repay the debt
that once helped my shape.
I held onto love for a world,
and that’s enough to never forget.
Whether wild or tame,
I will be alright.
Smile and look at me,
Forfeiting again.