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Two waiting for a train met. Instantly,
they found themselves the recipients of
a thing that neither thought they’d ever see -
that crazy thing “at first sight” known as love
They’d said their names to one another, yet
their last names they’d not given, when by chance
the girl got shoved and somehow could not get
aboard the train. She lost her new romance!
New York is a big city! Three years passed.
They searched, but neither found the other one.
Gloom was a cloud above them till at last,
the girl spied one wet day her ray of sun!
Right there in front of her, that young man stood.
It was as if their cloudy years of pain
were washed away forever. Oh, how good
they both felt in that sudden burst of rain!
Oct 28, 2018 For Brenda Chiri's Tell Me A Story Poetry Contest
Cham gave away
his most prized possessions
his video games
his PS2
his TV set
His new friends are happy recipients
They have only known him a couple of weeks
It is amazing
An answer to prayer for two of them
They needed money
for their drug habit.
Jay, his best friend back “home”
would have been extremely worried
He was already a little concerned
that Cham had not answered his texts
for two months.
They had been besties for eleven years
but Cham’s parents moved Cham
three states away for his dad’s
new job, six months back.
Knowing the extra money
is what the family needed
Away from their family,
friends, church, and the
town they had lived in since
Cham was born.
They knew he would
adjust. He would be
in college in a couple of
years. They wanted him
to have the best.
His parents had no idea
that when you are a sophomore
in high school, the only peers who
might give you a glimmer of a glimpse
of a glance for a year or two are
the drug pushers, who need a new sale.
Jay was horrified when he got a phone
call that his best friend Cham was
gone, dead from a drug overdose.
A drug overdose!
He argued Cham would have
NEVER used drugs.
Not in his old town with his
support system and his happy life,
and friends from football, baseball,
and track, he would not have.
But Cham was not even able to give
warning signs to those who loved him.
Because they lived three states away.
And his parents were too busy trying
to find new friends, a church they liked,
and a new support system to notice.
I'm no brand ambassador
I'm a lyrical crusader
I'm no face on a magazine
I preach He that forgives sin
Blessed be every platform
But the subtle lure to conform
Prompts me to always be awake
For the multitude of witnesses' sake
I'm commissioned and charged
And I'm therefore harshly judged
To be an example
That their talk can sample
Grace and loving admonition
Is also our mission
Of which our accusers remain oblivious
Thus their fear of faith is obvious
They fear the very dose they administer
To be recipients of mockery so sinister
To relinquish grace for their own flaws
And to be expected to be the epitome of all laws.
Why are you held back
By the fear of attack
Why don't you dare a bold stand
And for once test God's Hand?
Be still and know that He is God
Be comforted by His Staff and Rod
Be His sheep and know His voice
That clarity may once again rule your every choice
With our own numerous industrialized economic creativities
Ideologically defending all of our dangerous activities
We have successfully ruined several of our communities
Ironically, the recipients of these evils
Are not the perpetrators of the evils
They are the common men and women on the street
The innocent individuals trying to survive on their meagre resources
They are the natives of the street
The homeless but not hopeless
But with our dangerous capitalistic activities, are we not dragging them into the forest of hopelessness?
We are the ever hungry radical capitalists
Never satisfied
Always on the run to get more
How then do we stop this madness?
How do we rescue our planet from this looming danger?
How?
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Gifts of stuffed toys make my special child
delight vibrantly in freedom bliss
as he cuddles them joyously
to create magical time of beautiful wonders
transforming his bed into marvelous haven.
Awesome bonding moments
grasp him around fellowship with his friends:
soft monkey, furry ape, smooth dog,
huggable bear, silky dinosaur
bringing sheer laughter of amazement-joy.
With sign language and gestures of care
he attends to them in his relaxation time
midst roll-call they understand
as he lines them up in his organized manner
expecting for their presence.
In his mirth-filled grin
he picks them up one by one
conscious of their responses
heartfully warming him therapeutically
never defying his touches and embraces.
As he prays and gives thanks to God
my special child asks blessings for his stuffed toys
midst utterances they all comprehend
expressing his affection toward them
like how his Mom loves him so dearly.
Before he drifts to sleep
he covers them with his own blanket
assuring their safety around his protection
while he allows my hands to extend toward them
since for him, "we are a family."
Yes, his stuffed toys understand his quirks
as they play with him with their flexible compliance
keeping him company of significant worth
enabling his individuality to exude compassion-manners
while enhancing his kindness-deeds.
More than soft toys, they are my special boy's treasures...
...gifts from people who love him --- whom he values likewise
as both recipients and benefactors of care, comfort, and cheer
... since they exemplify God's grace, goodness and generosity
while radiating hope, peace, and triumph for their functionality
though, of course, they can never and must not be....
... substitutes for a loving home.*
*Psalm 127:1 Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it.
September 16, 2025
1st place, "More Than A Soft Toy" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 9/26/2025.
10th place, "2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 20" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney; judged on 10/8/2025
Cork The Hole!
" Luv's-A-Leakin "
What does God see, what does He think?
Where will man, his value, place?
Will it be in this physical birdhouse,
or in the crafter's smiling face?
And what if this birdhouse should become
part of your home's decor.
With It's aroma of wood, glue, or paint,
but wait, there's yet much more.
It all began as a labor of love,
conceivably crafted by future Church leaders.
Perhaps, from among them will come Missionaries,
Pastors, Deacons, or Church greeters.
Crafted by small, yet unskilled, hands,
each accomplishing a given task.
And as recipients, you were chosen,
you bargained not, nor dared you ask.
As you enjoy your priceless birdhouse
Think Vacation Bible School, 2001.
Recall adults, sharing their faith in God,
while making this undertaking fun.
While actual birds may never opt,
in your Birdhouse to abide.
You will surely need a cork,
to keep It's contents secure inside.
Jonah believed that justice required punishment, not mercy
Obedience is what God desires from us, not our opinions
Never weep or whine over spilled milk; just wipe it up
And remember that every secret will be brought into the light
Heaven is a place for forgiven people, not perfect people
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So let us all rejoice in God's mercy, not our goodness.
Never give up on people who have gone astray
I and you are candidates for God's mercy
No one who still breathes is too far gone
Everyone is capable of making a change
Valuable lessons from Scripture are priceless
Even animals are recipients of God's mercy
Happily and Fortunately, God is rich in mercy
122119PoSoupContest, What's In A Name, Juliet Ligon, 1P
[44]" It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body.
There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body.
[46] Howbeit that was not first which is spiritual,
but that which is natural;
and afterward that which is spiritual."
1 Corinthians 15
"We all begin as winners in the race to fertilize. So we've all been the recipients of the most coveted prize... life. " -by the Poet:)
In my dreams
I can fly,
I can run like I have no mass. Weightless Anchorless
No fear of falling, as if gravity
is taking a much needed vacation.
Movement made with
mind not muscle
Sights not seen with the eye
Taking in sensation through my whole being.
The MOON
my silent stalker lighting my way
Casting my shadow on the tree tops and fields.
The shape unknown.
FREE!
The wind hitting my face,
the scent of the pines.
I hear the river below,
racing me, leading me
My secret shadow following
the waves and flow
Breaking apart
On the rocks and spray.
Is this the secret life of spirit?
Known before time in heaven?
Before the tethering rope of flesh.
Is this recollection of floating in the waters of the womb?
A life long past
A life far in the future
A life remembered, longed for, hoped for.
A life of spirit
Flying Free!
Always begin with God’s goodness* to do your best’s fullness:
Build lives braced by His graciousness
Cling to His compassion’s richness
Drive toward faith's service-fruitfulness
Empower the weak, enabled against weariness.
Fulfill granted roles of stewardship; freely practice servant-leadership
Glow in the Lord's light, share blessings around sweet partnership
Hoist up the fallen, welcoming them with warm friendship
Influence others toward meaningful spiritual relationship
Join prayer-warriors’ fellowship to sustain godly worship.
Kingdom of the Master seek for spiritual advancements
Love the Almighty and neighbors as yourself in your engagements
Minister with care, meeting needs midst discouragements
Nurse the sick, cheering those that have impairments
Offer help, having been recipients of the Saviour’s kind endowments.
*Psalm 52:1 “…The goodness of God endureth continually.”
ABC with rhyme
February 8, 2019
2nd place, "AND SO IT BEGINS" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 2/12/2019.
I was a young man at the age of nineteen
When I was sent to a country on the other side of the world that I had never seen.
I was trained as an infantry soldier
With an M-16 rifle on my back;
And given an M-79 grenade launcher
In case of enemy ambush or attack.
Along with my Brothers In Arms, I fought in Cambodia and in the Highlands of the Vietnam jungles;
As soldiers, we were always faced with threats and struggles.
One unfortunate day, I was ambushed and shot with an enemy soldier’s rifle
His bullet struck and went through my arm;
At first, I didn’t know I was hit; perhaps my body was in denial.
Eventually, intense pain set in, the blood began to pour;
My lieutenant made the call for a medavac helicopter
To take me to a hospital so that I could be treated and cared for.
For my wounds sustained as a result of enemy action
I was awarded the solemn distinction of The Purple Heart;
My life has been forever changed
Because of this war in which I had to take part.
Flashbacks still haunt me in my head
Wounded, yes, but I thank God that I’m not dead.
As soldiers, we fight for our country and sometimes we make a great sacrifice;
As Purple Heart recipients, it’s our bodies that have to pay that ultimate price.