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Who truly knows, the heart of God I ask,
for in knowing so, you took on quite a task.
All the things that’s been spoken, discerning the truth, from a lie,
to know what brings forth life, or causes us to die.
To live in this world, knowing Him, you see,
who are the children of God, who could they truly be.
The one’s who truly know God, took on the greatest task,
the most simplest, powerful questions, one could ever ask.
And God just wants us to know, just who we really be,
after all, we were created in His likeness, you see.
Those who will truly seek Him, He will found,
as they base their lives, upon that solid ground!
They will go through the battles, with a different sight,
knowing that inside them, is a spiritual fight.
They put their trust in Him daily, as they seek His face,
filled with tender mercy, walking in His Grace.
"How I wish if my youthful days had been more productive. But I am not sad. Still there's time ahead. However, a ripe fruit is dear to man and bird alike if it is sweet"- By Poet
I hear the receding roar of years
Reminiscing here I stand
Leaving the magic of youth behind me.
Some thoughts send chills down my spine
Beads of sweat pop up on my brow
What did I do all these years?
Did I sleep through half my life?
Hibernating in my burrow
Did I keep the promises vouched?
Live up to the resolutions made?
Could I light a fire in gloom?
Did I wipe a tear?
Could I bring a smile to anyone dear?
For me, no more springing steps
But a quickly withering torso
So awkward and unsure,
I look on to the track ahead
As the race winds down
And the final turn in sight
Once my life has been a round of cheer
But no more can I cling onto those days so dear
‘Much have I seen and known’
Yet how little!
To what all places I have been!
How much joy and pain shared!
How many dreams I dreamt!
Now in this paling light, I stay
Brooding over joys missed
Conjuring unfulfilled longings
Coiling back all the way to the start
I am an autumn leaf
Now turned red,
And about to shed
As the world goes wheeling through
Somehow, I am pushing through
Waiting for that tightening grip
Of an unknown caller’s powerful fist!
How am I going to respond to it?
With regret or delight
I am not sure
Do the journey that lies ahead
Take me to a sunlit abode
Oh, don’t ask me
I am not quite sure!
Love blessing is like being under a type of love, that you follow your love to forever and ever.
Being under a love blessing can make us act like we are on cloud nine.
Floating so high in our heart and mind, we can’t think of anything but our love.
Making us want to be forever in our love’s arms, kissing under a tree, with the sunshine and feeling the breeze.
Love blessing can last forever; we can walk down the aisle with our forever love.
We can spent our whole life in the arms of our love, not ever waking up from the love blessing.
Love blessing are powerful, making us make choices that will make our love feel happy and well.
We can’t shake our heart and mind, from the love blessing, we can only follow our love to make us feel happy and home in their arms.
Love blessing is a good feeling, God told us he made each of us a perfect match, maybe this is the feeling we get when we are with our perfect love.
Thank God, for love and life, may we walk through life with our loves at our side.
My neck crooked backward,
I stand between the stacks
feeling the weight of centuries,
the distilled wisdom of minds
who graced the earth with golden words,
words that pace the pages -
vellum, parchment, fine and common papers;
words, cordoned in lines, confined,
yet powerful tools to set one free,
a roamer far from home,
across universes,
beyond time's reach.
The light filters through high windows
downward to where I peer with squinted eyes
teasing out a jewel -
a title, an author, an adventure, a friend.
The air is charged,
the static of adventure,
heartfelt journeys of a hundred thousand writers,
their souls etched upon the pages
for ones such as I to stumble upon decades,
centuries later,
dream maps
thought castles,
imaginative quests.
Quietness reigns.
The elements of books -
leather, cloth, paper and ink -
infuse a rich elixir,
a mind expanding potion,
companion to best wine and oldest friendships
seasoned,
mellowed,
treasured.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, August 11, 2015
Today is a global problem where murder is a place personified as corruption of anger, greed and pure sadism
Today is the fear of the killing of a fellow human with weapons only known by the killer
A murder of chance and not finding out the truth but resolving cases after years of waiting. similarising torture, sexual assault, mutilation before having the body thrown like a nobody in a remote dumping site soon to be discovered
Today is an association of authorities between crime commited by the same person and crimes commited by innocents locked up to wear orange uniforms
A theory of responsibilities, interviews and more
A little written process of arrests, rumors, soon spranging up powerful pedophile rings with the identification of the killer
A murder soon to be uncovered
Today a case of separate commission investigating evidence in the trial gave birth to victory from hanging to life imprisonment
Victory leading to solving the mystery long waited for to conquer!
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Quiet pieces of my heart, fragile
Delicate like silk or hope,
Betray the breath of my past,
Aching through the flames
Burning away my disgrace, my shame
Lifting doubt from the shadows
Gentle stars reflect my soul, shimmering
Like laughter from the sun,
Beaming down, erasing the clouds
Creating beauty from the darkness,
Promising faith to always believe
In the wonders that my soul receives
Distant thunders sound through the skies
Abiding in mysteries, tantalizing
Secrets filling my mind,
Coloring memories in hues of longing,
Feelings both kind and compromising,
Publishing joy through the solitary comfort
Hushed sounds, tenuous flakes
Soft like the serenity, the abundance
Whispering tranquilities, abiding
On the powerful authority edging history
With this winter’s caress, the kiss
Sensitive like the miracle, shimmering
Rich with details, my love
Vibrant and strong, curing all
That is wrong, believing – dreaming
Stirring the song, inspirations
Alive on the moments I know as
Beautiful, brilliant stories of my heart
Writing Challenge - C Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
February 2, 2023
Dreams of Halloween
Like a shadow moving in the darkness…
It is something seldom seen.
A total act of malevolence,
as monsters haunt your dreams…
As the sun goes down
before tonight’s full Moon.
A low rolling fog spread
feelings of foreboding and doom.
Ghouls and Goblins step out of the gloom,
Looking to frighten little children in costume.
Evil spirits celebrate their tormented dreams.
Of what can only be.
Halloween!! All hallows eve!!
From nightmare to nightmare
and things that go bump in the night.
You have an uneasy feeling
like somethings just not right.
Looking around you stop to check.
Feeling the hairs stand up on the back you neck.
A cold chill from your sixth sense gives you a freight.
As you fall victim to a Vampires bite.
People hear your blood curdling screams!
As you desperately try to run
from this tormented dream.
Tripping over a rotted corps
You fall into an empty grave.
As you struggle to get out,
You become the sandman’s slave.
Count Dracula summons you,
Because once upon a time.
You were brave.
From nightmare to nightmare
now night of the living dead.
You’re one of the Zombies
waiting in the darkness
to crack open somebody’s head.
As you step from the shadows
grabbing victims right off the street.
Eating their blood dripping brains
makes feel complete.
A feeling you’ve known all too well,
as Witches cast their powerful spell.
Like a shadow moving in the darkness.
It is something seldom seen.
A total act of malevolence,
as monsters haunt your dreams.
This, Will never be complete,
unless innocent little children wearing costumes,
Go door to door yelling. Trick!! or treat!!
Wide the mirrored water stretched,
licking green upon the pointed pines, limbs sweeping low and cool.
The creek meandered, soft giggles escaping mossy rocks
where polliwogs swam, nearly, but not quite frogs, still sporting pubescent tails;
the adults pontificating against the shallow bank,
throats swollen with amphibious wisdom.
Soft brown mud squished, a buttered cream,
between summer toasted toes wading into wonder.
Fragrant evening campfires heightened hungers,
supper roasting over charred coals flavored
the stirrings of a tempting crush on a boy much older;
this girl just barely navigating puberty's powerful push,
his smile extracting heightened pulse, blush brushed.
Life's long summer slipped slowly away
and autumn found his wife and child laying him down,
the plot unknown, unmarked by me;
yet, painful, still, the memory of broken trust,
of love-crust pitched to a not quite woman
deep in the rusting woods of Timberland.
Copyright, February 14, 2016
Oh, Lord, imbue me with gratitude and zeal.
Much as the red burst trailed the glistening steel.
As a possible sequel, yielding divinely may reveal.
There is no laziness but an apparent ordeal.
What if I could eagerly grasp the spirits for adoring?
Allow me to depict life out of a stance of meaning.
Sustain me to detain a brilliant guide for the amnesty.
And to their ecstatic vision and quenchless docility.
Will the seeds of cognitive empathy sprout in my mind?
Provide me with the heroic virtue of sensitivity, divined.
Sustain me in my prompt walk with God, the all-powerful.
I worship in the tiny shoes of the burdened flowerful.
Do I need to trust my intensity? And gain pride
Some suffer the ill insight of an internal guide.
May the Lord's goodness utterly define my life today?
A true impetus for massively amending wildly way.
I dearly need to be encouraged for forgiveness.
Ostensively allow me to be infused with faithfulness.
I need being for others a wellspring of graciousness.
God, support me to succeed and ensure progress.
1St Place Contest Winner
Written: December 04, 2021
BEATITUDE RHYMING POEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
A powerful, old man stood in the hallway
Staring out the window, near the front door of the house.
For the first time ever seen, tears flowing down his face.
“I’m sorry”, he said.
I asked him, “Why did you do it?”
He answered, “I don’t know.”
He paced across the old wood floors, with visible shame.
Then, he opened the front door to the outside of the house.
“I’m sorry I ruined your life, get out of here”, he said.
He turned away, as I walked out the door.
Later, I heard he told family members the apology was fake.
Yet, I knew that it was genuine.
I returned to ask, why?
His strong, uncaring defense had returned.
He never uttered those words again.
Settled a case later instead and I let it be.
To know what I saw on my own in person, the first time.
To know the truth is all that I needed to know, to let go.
8/10/17