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His Spirit moves over me as I see
Something that could be good, will depeople
My tax dollars will go for genocide
Lord have mercy on this very great people
Not only will this cost pass on to states
God who loves earth how long will you abide
Lord have mercy on this very great people
My tax dollars will go for genocide
We won't be fit for the kingdom of God
This nation is to be an example
My tax dollars will go for genocide
Lord have mercy on this very great people
If we do good, centuple blessings come
When we do bad, God's grace can not abide
Lord have mercy on this very great people
My tax dollars will go for genocide
(First attempt at Mirrored Refrain..Thank you Jared for the challenge..Not an entry in the
contest.)
Wonder works best,
Seize fond surprise;
Ponder picks zest,
Charm claims sure prize.
Look when you see,
Seize wise beauty;
See what will be,
Style dear fancy.
Sense style prompt poise,
Live with good cheer;
Go beyond noise,
Love sparkles here.
Know how things come,
Dance as you wait;
Love owns all sums,
Seek your sure fate.
Let go to fill,
Leave vacuum trace;
Watch for new thrills
More floods void space.
Wonder works well,
Space and time screen;
Scenes come to tell,
Grand trip unseen.
Wander with zest,
Let wonder grow;
Ponder grand fest,
Jest humour show.
Leon Enriquez
02 July 2016
Singapore
COME FLUTTERING WORDS, COME DRIFTING WORDS TO ME
When I in sweet repose lie still,
And restfulness surrounds me,
Come fluttering words, come drifting words,
Come drifting words to me.
Come fluttering down and drifting 'round,
And playfully surround me,
As I walk dark streets of town,
With midnight's cloak about me.
Come fluttering words, come drifting words,
Come drifting words to me,
As I wonder, deeply ponder,
What those words might be.
I wander through the garden,
I stop beside the door.
I wait beside the fountain,
For the words so sweet and pure.
It's here that I am happy.
My heart and soul can sing,
As the words come drifting to me,
My spirit lifts, takes wing.
Judy Ball
(The lady is a poet and she waits for inspiration)
Written Saturday, July 16,2011
For What Is She Thinking Contest by Constance LaFrance - Wandering poet
I raised my deep voice like the maddest villain,
to make you aware of every wrong decision
leading you down a wretched path...
offering not more than heart-break!
I couldn't wait until mistakes made you bitter and sad,
and with no regret to feel, and no valued self-esteem:
you would have grown into a selfish and truant brat;
should I apologize, and offer remorse for my mischief?
The obedient child doesn't need constant reminders,
no temptations and pressures can make him or her ever disobey,
see how many mistreat their parents and are unwillingly put away?
Only discipline and respect can keep them at home and share their joy!
Out-there in dark and filthy alleys, they smoke pot and crack;
and the unpleasant odor turns into a stench that stays their clothes and breath!
They consume alcohol and ridicule the behavior of their folks with their cruel jokes;
if they led a clean life, their parents wouldn't mourn them in morbid morgues!
And jail is their next destination, for those not yet rummaged by death,
there they will have ample time to reflect on their angry and unforgivable words
shouted without pity, without regard...to hurt and shamelessly demoralize;
and their isolation may change them and make them desire what they can't get back!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
The rugged bark of an old tree
with imperfection due to its cracks
is a wondrous thing of beauty
and it's the imperfection that attracts
We know that a star-shaped flower
does not make a perfect star
Yet it has a certain loveliness
that induces a sense of wonder
A hand-crafted ceramic bowl
because of its asymmetry
is a wonderful artefact
that is valued very highly
An old-time cobblestone street
has a unique charm and quaintness
due to its imprecise pattern
that gives it its loveliness
Perfection is not easy to attain
and even more difficult to sustain
Beauty lies in Imperfection
and they are a natural combination
My porch is lush with colored hues,
I have white, pinks, purple and blues;
love it in the early dawn hush,
with colored hues, my porch is lush.
Green herbs tumble from brown clay pots,
my creeping jenny is in knots;
bright wild blooms grow in a jumble,
from brown clay pots, green herbs tumble.
Oat grass grows for my kitty cat,
nice to sit with friends for a chat;
and often go there to compose,
for my kitty cat, oat grass grows.
Vines curl and unfurl here and there,
people often look up and stare;
such a serene place for this girl
here and there, vines curl and unfurl.
________________________
June 8, 2020
Poetry/Quatrain/My Porch Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 20- 1259-087-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest Swap The Verse
sponsor, Joseph May
First Place
Is what we have all too good to be true?
Is it too much I want to always be with you?
Our love reminds me why I shall carry on through.
Your voice, your smile free me from feeling blue.
Am I really unfairly expecting too much,
When I say I always need to feel your touch.
As much as I want you here every day and night;
A weekly basis makes us fonder, so it's alright.
Is what I feel for you, what you feel for me too?
Are you the one for me, and am I the one for you?
I realized you're the one my soul was waiting for.
I just hope you also feel we have met before.
Am I right to feel we are the same rays of light?
Am I right to feel I cannot insult you in any fight?
Is it too much if I say you're perfect in every way?
For me, you are my safe harbour in life's bay.
Lighthouse
Sentinel
Mountainous seas roaring straight in your face
Where the clouds and the waves meet
The lighthouse stands defiant, man's sentinel
Mankind braves nature to save the fleet
Standing on her pedestal unwilling to relinquish
Her eternal roll to the frothing rages of the sea
The lion roars trashing its waves to extinguish,
But the watchtower refuses to buckle to bend the knee
The crashing wave wraps itself around
A fleeting hug from one of life's true bullies
Releases then returns cold to the touch
Treating man's attempts at defense as follies
Her shivering and drenched embodiment
Endures its deadly dark flooding wrath
Hindering navigating movements
Of sailor’s Guardian Angel’s path
Like lions waiting to be fed
The storm devours all in its way relentless wave length
Ignoring man's conceit as natures master
With Its ever growing powers and show of strength.
4/16/2016
By: Eve Roper Collaboration With Stephen Pennell
Tis' Life is the aspect of existence revel
That processes, acts, reacts, evaluates
Tis' Life exists at a many level
And changes through as growth nar·rates
The see thru' tween' life n' non-living things
Is? Life spew energy for lusty n' wit·ting flowering woo
Life grows n' ev'tually death sings
Ceases to beget n' be hep to
It is rather perseverance n' maturity
Head toward the light
Towards a state of death surety
Death occurs only to living life
Yet life is only a story tale
Beginning, Middle, and End
Each of the three parts detail
That life fulfills a why for calculating transcend
Once 'winter of life' know
How wheel of life works out
Sum up, you grow n' then you go below
There is not much to hold its interest about
"Depression"
From the darkness of my soul I rise
To this life's putrid lies
As morning light beckons
My weary mind awakens
Although the sun is bright
Where all you see is light
My day is shining dark
I cannot find a spark
My heart is heavy as I wash n dress
All manner to impress
With shirt and tie
Bright lips and eyes
Hiding my sorrow deep within
Departing souls my only kin
My eyes so bright you'll never know
Your joy has become my foe
And when my eyes are teared
For nothing to be feared
You wonder why I cry
You walk away and sigh
A friend indeed is all I need
To share compassion's seed
Hold my hand in darkest times
Help me once again to hear the chimes
For I am want to die
But truly this is just a lie
For all I really crave
Is someone save me from my grave
From the darkness of my soul I rise
Yet another day for me to despise
I take the blade and contemplate
Who decides upon my fate