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Written: November 19, 2023
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I must plunge into the seafloor.
Out into the abyss of water and starry sky.
I utterly crave a lofty vessel. As waves roll ashore,
And the insight of the stars from high.
The wind symphony and the vortex spin
Yet the pearl sail is shaking within.
A murky haze veils the ocean's surface.
And the onset of a dismal dawn stirs us.
I must plunge into the seafloor.
Owing to the beckoning of an ebbing wave,
An erratic and yet obvious call before.
That might not be waived.
I'd settle for a breezy day.
As cotton clouds glide across the sky.
Sputtering fog and billowing spume
And the squawking of seabirds, I presume.
I must plunge into the seafloor.
Onward to the wandering gypsy life.
Trillions of years elapsed, and it is still pure.
Where the wind acts as a sharpened knife
The only thing I require is an ascetic tale.
Expressed humorously by a gypsy peer.
Restful sleep and lovely dreams prevail.
Finished the drawn-out mystical cheer.
It's been a year since that dreadful and unimaginable episode of Special Action Force occurred.
44 is indeed unacceptable in line of elite force where they called the mission planning assured.
It is not only a couple of weeks nor months but years to scrutinize the said mission they've been ordered.
Specialized SAF Troopers was compromised to that "OPLAN Exodus" just to make our Nation secured.
But why our fellow brothers left behind? Ten hours is quite too long to wait for reinforcement.
Betrayal is such a morbid word for them who doesn't deserved at all for that kind of assignment.
INJUSTICE is nevertheless but an irrational, unbearable and not even a requirement,
To Specialized Troopers who accomplished their mission and knowing what they've done is an achievement.
JUSTICE we cried out to our fellow Troopers who sacrificed their own lives for the sake of our nation!
We will never stand down to seek JUSTICE until the end and truth shall prevail to that agitation.
Because you SAF Fallen 44 Heroes and Survivors relevantly deserved JUSTICE and your sacrifices will be an inspiration,
Not only to the whole world but most of all to the orphaned children who left innocently with a question....
I'm delighted to touch these feathered fowls* mentioned by the Scriptures
They are God’s wondrous song bird-creatures
Of marvelously melody-producing features
Blessed to triumph along freedom-ventures.
I'm grateful to the Creator to hear their singing delight
Beautifying their musical roles by His wisdom’s light…
The songbirds keep on soaring, showing cheer’s might
While we learn from them to prevail toward heavenly flight.
I'm awed to see and behold the workmanship of the Designer of great magnificence
Who allows them to display their bird’s nature midst grace-iridescence
As they inspire humankind with their lovely presence
That praises the Lord along environment’s license.
*Psalm 78:27 He (The LORD) rained flesh also upon them as dust, and feathered fowls like as the sand of the sea.
February 12, 2019
Edited on June 30, 2026
1st place, "Engaging The Senses..." Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 7/1/2026
All seasons come with grace and not all fall for them with grace,
Nurturing all they preserve,
What makes them different from among themselves,
We all are like seasons,different in all ways,
But commonality makes us alike,
We all must prevail,
But prevalence breaks when we try to interchange,or break the lines,
Escapism is like a ball of lines,
One which I can jump from new,old or unknown,
It enjoins the I from yesterday,today and tomorrow,
And we all are part of the lines,connected,
A space with hands outstretched to many self,
The self is a safe of trauma,loss,peace,war and beauty,
All within one thing;heart,mind body and soul:The self,
Preservation helps to make grow,
Containment keeps alive,
But longevity may break if they take too long,
Despair and joy to live is prolonged,
Life span is short no matter how long lived,
It still feels like a short period of time,
Like the span of a fly wandering,
Survival must persist,
Even if it doesn't wander,
Its span will always be short,
No matter how long it waits,
As its predator lurks from above,
In patience,resilience and hunger,
Life offers a lot of hands,
Among which are good and bad,
One must always seek to live,
Hands outstretched will either be good or bad,
One can't simply wait,
As the fly will reach its promised demise,
Life must go on.
HIND SIGHT
M oment by moment the hours tick by,
I n each one I wonder and ask myself why,
S ince you have left me I feel so alone,
S o utterly empty when I should have known,
I nviting you into my heart wasn#t wise,
N ot when I knew you had other ties,
G one now the laughter of warm Summer days,
Y ou took them all with you, not wanting to stay.
O nly you coulld get under my skin like you did.
U ntil you came along I was just a big kid.
T hen I met you and everything changed,
E xcept for the fact that you were estranged,
R ecently leaving a home and a wife,
R evealing to me you still wanted that life.
I n all that you said and all that you did,
B ut I wanted you so I put in my bid,
L ike a fool I gambled my all and I lost,
Y ou were honest with me and well worth the cost.
Judy Ball
Don't ever let yourself get caught up in an affair.
When it's over it's just not worth the pain and embarrassment.
If someone is married they are off limits and if you are married you are not free to sample the other stuff out there.
You could lose everything for a cheap, very temporary thrill.
Let cooler heads prevail and don't let your loins think for you.
This poem was written to convey this message.
It is , however pure fiction so don't feel sorry for me. ;)
For Aye, Aye And A Mistress Contest by Debbie Guzzi
i'll do it no matter what time it is,
whether it's a humid, hot, bright twelve noon,
or twelve midnight making me so restless.
it's the thoughts that will overtake me—soon.
i'll do it, i won't care if i do lose.
i was always a song without a tune.
could i have even had the right to choose?
all the actions, words against me were true.
i'll do it again and again and again,
until all my 'agains' can't be counted.
open me up to see all my membranes:
the only thing that hugged me 'til the end.
i'll do it—please! let me bleed out my words,
with a cough, a whisper, a vow to end.
please bury me—return me to the dirt!
the trees: my guardians; the worms: my friends.
i'll do it and live for another day,
carrying a scar so light yet heavy.
this time, sincerely, i'll find the right way,
without thorns that slash and leave you empty.
it will pass, wounds will heal and peel off me,
blood won't leak out my body, nerves relaxed,
listen to some music, the clock, i'll meet,
to see that in time, prevail does the facts.
on a random but cold saturday night,
i would've thought about why i got fit,
finally fit to see life to be bright,
i'll remember that i didn't do it.
As I sat on my flat bed thinking of my four poster bed! I remember words that are said to from my adventurous Journey called life!I have awaken to a new day walk!I have prayed over my asking and my thinking very much and my story is to be read! And an adventure to give an account to my Master called My Alpha and also my Omega! My own beginning my own end! my God of Gods! my Lord of lords! My great Star from above! My God of Love! The one that his love caused his heart to drip down red blood from the flesh flowed the heart pain red dripping invisible streams of love and faith and rebirth to the earth! To doubt is not allowed now it is bound on earth and bound in heavens above from generations to all the generations that pass by this life called Earth No doubt allowed! God is able to do what we ask or think. God is able to do what we ask or think the exclamation point! God is able to do what we ask or think the question mark? Ask and it shall be given! Knock and the door shall be open. Are you sure you asked to be a no doubt rock climbing faith receiver believer of your own words on the driving drifting sea! Solid as a rock standing on what the word of the bleeding heart said! Now think. Now think! Now think? And smile gladly for the kingdom comes God his will will be done! The gates of hell shall not prevail against us stopped! It is stopped! The evil Gate closed now and forever Amen And my my prayer morning prayer to us is thoughts to my mind to my brain to my head is this thought Who let the dogs out?
Believe it or not, I give it my all
To live in a world that’s so senselessly flawed.
Where morale has little priority, and it's
importance so small.
It’s a sickness motivated by greed, it's power permanent and towering tall.
Held by the tail, unjustified tales, expectations,
accusations, and unaccountable fails;
All exhausted so they can rest well and prevail.
What changes could I possibly make, when freedom of speech is all just for sake, and with every good deed, they find a milestone to take?
Remoulding, rebuilding, and adapting for the survival of our sanity, and we endure in hopes of becoming a better humanity.
Going about our lives with giving hearts
Inspired forever by His unfailing love
Very eager to follow His perfect example
Incomplete and so forlorn without Him
Naturally desirous to spread good news
Giving and accepting the gift of prayer
Generous always with love and devotion
Obedience to the dear Lord in all things
Doubtlessly directing all our footsteps
Letting forgiveness prevail in our hearts
Yielding to peaceableness at all times
Gladly sharing with many His holy word
Revelling in eternal joy of knowing Him
All abuzz about His everlasting goodness
Communing with other people in His house
Exuberantly praising Him and worshipping
Written on May 12, 2021
For: Giving Godly Grace Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
At War
In the annals of history, records of what they saw
Anarchy, carnage and devastation men at war
World war one world war two, who can forget
Annihilation on battlefields when’er men met
Cords of discontent prevail, the reasons at first unclear
Arguments, umbrage, discontent in the atmosphere
One tribe better than the other conflict never ending
Murder mayhem injustice, now called “ethnic cleansing”
Hooligan misfits, gangsters in the media given status
For breaking news on the flats, this is the latest
The innocent, our children at school, they’re not safe our cry
Gangsters don’t care, money drugs turf, someone will die
A family in one house, living sharing always together
Then one day, brother against brother enemies forever
Dialogue, meetings arranged, a rejection of détente
Gulf widened so much hurt, reconciliation? Just can’t
Man’s final hour, hoping longing for his eternal abode
Been a protracted and tiresome journey bearing that load
Here finally a gratifying sigh, so grateful he’s reached his goal
But there’s one last war, one final battle, the battle for man’s soul.
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