Long Rejoiced Poems
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THE GATHERING OF THE GLOW WORMS . . .
All the glow worms have gathered in a circle in the darkness of the night
Looking every bit like an angel’s halo - what a spectacular heavenly sight
While gracefully swaying and singing to that amazing song of “Hallelujah”
All heads held high as though as to direct to their lord with their epistula
No such a rarer sight could one ever hope to see and their melody befall
As the glow worms embraced and rejoiced together in their heavenly call
“Hallelujah - Hallelujah - Hallelujah” . . .
Indiana Shaw . . . : )
"Epistula" - Latin for - Missive - Message - Letter . . .
Heaven was watching in consternation
There was sorrow and unrest in the nation
Actually it was happening all around the globe
The angels ran to Jesus, and touched his robe.
Can we please send them hope? Can we open the portal?
He smiled at their humanity as they barely touched their mortal.
Can we show them a sign? Can we send cardinals and bees?
Can we send butterflies? Can we Jesus, oh, please?
He went to His Father and gave a suggestion.
His Father was aware but had a good question.
Will the earth souls remember? Will it give them hope?
Will it shower them with love? Will it help them to cope?
Yes Father, Jesus said. Just a glimpse of the angels and me
And an opening so a bit of heaven they can frankly see
It will be enough, I think to make them calm down
It will help them with their optimism and positivity all around.
So The Father said yes and the heavens opened up in six spots
All around the globe so countries could see with kings and despots
They people all marveled, they rejoiced in the streets.
They knew the virus was not the end all, this too they’d defeat.
River flowing down round rocks,
boulders and fallen trees.
Born at the mountain top,
after the winter freeze
Snow and ice melting feeding,
the little river’s thirst.
Clear pure crystal waters flowing
downward after being nursed.
Many obstacles in its path as if
attempting to slow its progress.
But the little river now is stronger,
and full of hope and faithfulness.
Downward, downward
its mother waiting patiently.
Struggling and fighting to be
free, as the water rises sagaciously.
Overcoming obstacles the
little river grows in size.
As long as there is hope, there’s
no need to compromise.
Breaking down the barriers
for it will not surrender.
Downward, downward flowing for
it is now a fierce contender.
Other obstacles up ahead,
tell it to stop and rest.
But the river rushes forward for
no one can impede its quest.
It did not heed the words and
pounding dirt and mud away,
the river fought and wrestle,
with all the filth and decay.
Downward, downward it went,
for now it felt its mother near.
It now sees a glimpse of her,
and knows it had persevere.
At last the river saw its mother’s
face and open smile.
The sea’s arms opened and the waves rejoiced,
to see and feel its juvenile
The impatient motorist,
drunken and careless, drove
through the red light
and stroke a pedestrian
sending him five feet in the air;
then crashed into a concrete wall,
to commit suicide...
that's why he died!
The drug-addict shot up cocaine
with a dirty needle...in a filthy,
abandoned store on the avenue;
his acute pain was relieved instantly;
he rejoiced for a few moments,
them his red and semi-conscious eyes
slowly began to close and he turned blue...
that's why he died!
The police car chased four robbers
in a stolen car...shots were fired,
and gess who got shot?
The wounded policeman
called for help,but blood
gushed from his dizzy head;
the thieves fled on foot...
to a hut in the parking lot!
The sirens' lights whirred...
they were sourrounded,
but didn't surrender to pleads;
they kept on firing their cheap guns,
they came out challenging,
attempting another ascape,
but they were mortally hit...
that's why they died!
The tripping hooker
in a leather miniskirt,
hustled the motorist
stopped at a crossing light;
she made an offer,
the car door opened
and she hopped in without fret!
By the murky river,
where the streets are empty and dark,
her lifeless body was found;
wasn't safety haunting her foolish mind?...
That's why she died!
The homeless man
begged the passerbys
who usually complied;
nickels,quaters and dimes glittered
in his small coffee cup...
money to be spent on beer,
food and cigarettes...
without having a place to go!
Winter was brute and covered
his frozen eyes with snow...
that's why he died!
The smelly dude with torn clothes walked
in a huge save-a-dollar-store...
with the bad intention he had premeditated;
he had no job: a loser and a destitute...
the wailing owner of the store,
pulled out his rifle and shot him twice!
The leaping robber dropped down...
holding a bloody,sharp knife:
grasping for breath,but found none...
that's why he died!
Musical Pantoum
I woke up in wonderful Universe to fulfil my ambition
In great wonder my song was composed and sung.
I felt proud to be a member of Nature’s creation.
Joyful Spring reached door step and festive-bell was rung.
In great wonder my song was composed and sung.
I rejoiced to proceed wishing only charms to collide.
Joyful Spring reached door step and festive-bell was rung.
But on way of life, joy and grief followed side by side.
I rejoiced to proceed wishing only charms to collide.
I opened my mind, broad and wide to adore the powerful.
But on way of life, joy and grief followed side by side.
I was loved, also cheated: I faced failure or became successful.
I opened my mind. broad and wide to adore the powerful.
At the end, life will transcend death to get purified.
I was loved, also cheated: faced failure or became successful.
On rebirth, new life will originate to be beautified.
06/10/16 Musical Pantoum Contest
Sponsor Silent One
Based on three Tagore’s Songs: Few lines are quoted
1. Universe full of stars and Sun
amidst of which I hold my position
In great wonder my song is composed and sung……
2. Spring has arrived at your door step…
Open your mind, broad and wide……
Oh my beautiful, powerful, adorable…
3. Oh! ye traveler proceed day-wise…..
At the day end, transcend death and be purified
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My dear friend.
The first time we met,
as I held a door open for her stride,
I saw not the eye's image, not yet;
I glimpsed, outwardly, her beauty inside.
I did a double take at that smile,
heard her thanks and silently rejoiced;
her normal visage I saw, after a while,
and 'til now this thought I had not voiced.
We walked inside, and with so many others
we covered that room in song.
Unfamiliar, not yet in practice brothers,
nonetheless not a thing could any find wrong.
Music quickly became our bond,
leading to so much more.
Of her humor and spark, I am quite fond,
life near her never close to a bore.
With the clarinet she made art,
but too, just so with her hands;
the lady with the large heart
your attention her muse commands.
She's told me of despair complete,
of feeling all hope, at times, gone.
She found a way to fight, compete;
to win out to a new dawn.
Faint of heart, weak of gut,
none can accuse her of having been -
we've discussed disease, pain, smut,
her sensibilities speaking falsely of sin.
For in her I can detect none,
one just wanting to forgive, smile and laugh.
I often help her get the latter done,
both drinking deeply from friendship's carafe.
Once so long ago, for so short a time,
we were somewhat more than friends,
kisses and walks shared in a courtier's clime;
never been strained since - just the way life wends.
Then, thousands of miles apart,
we talked not quite so often;
then, difficulties pierced her heart,
my words the blows to soften.
Still she's suffering, sadly,
still she's stuck sorrowed;
yet some small slice of it I have to see gladly -
at least that it's my solace she's borrowed.
For she's recovering some of my sanity,
giving me that much more connection to home -
to the therein found sample of humanity
that's solemn upon seeing me roam.
Just today, she's helped me all anew,
drawing the weeping wolf, in exchange for this -
envisioning what will be my new tattoo,
a new mark on the flesh, to reminisce.
No matter what trials befall her in this life,
she simply must know that she's never alone;
during the tribulations and strife,
she just has to pick up the phone.
My dear friend.
THE LOST DOLL
Six years old Tina lost her doll
on holiday trip to Aunt’s residence.
Reaching she rejoiced on Aunt’s call:
Lots of dolls exhibited in the hall !
What’s a coincidence!
Childhood memories are preserved till:
Aunt gave Tina all the dolls.
She felt excited cheerful and thrilled.
getting peerless gift after all.
Books arranged in shelf tempted Dad.
He chose Maths book for Tina to study
but world of Tina turned sad.
To play with dolls, she was just greedy.
Back to home, as holiday was over.
To take at least one doll Tina was eager.
Dad didn't permit ! He took Maths book rather.
Tina couldn’t raise voice challenging Dad’s anger.
All the animals were in sync
Whispering, singing
And speaking with such ease
They rejoiced in the light
Of the fresh dawn
And the caress of the moon
They lingered in the winds
Of laughing pleasures
Soothing away worries and depression
They warmed themselves by fires
Of inspiration and joy
Dancing on the passion of excitement
They bid the stardust nights
A enchanted reception
Dawdling in the shimmer of their kiss
They breathed a gentle thought
Through the glad spirit
Reflecting grace and hope so plentiful
They reminded me just why I love
With all my heart and soul
Because the creator above loves so much more!
All the animals drew the children closer
Assuring them that belief would bring
The ultimate satisfaction, peace which endures
Every stress, worry or grief
Love that would always bring them
Through the storms that came so frequently
He taught them all, through the animals
That God is wise above all the answers
He gives to those who pray for His wisdom
He is the giver of life – through grace
He brings the worst sinner to repentance
And assures us all that He saves completely
Narnia was and is… the greatest book I’ve ever read
And C.S. Lewis is an author I believe
Followed Jesus to the best of his ability
His words flowed with hope, faith and love
His heart taught that life is built on trust
In Jesus and His unconditional love!
Chimera World
Ghostly midnight Moon
on crescent brink
made me a wink.
Behind clouds fled soon
in eye of blink.
Loitering in maze
on deep dense dream,
I had to scream.
I slipped, when to gaze
through mosaic brim.
Local guardian
of my hostel
put me in cell.
Perfect puritan
pushed me in hell.
Angel from Heaven
appeared in void
as an android.
and brought in garden.
My heart rejoiced.
My life’s worthless without You, my Saviour*
my soul’s great fortress
from sin-woes’ distress...
You made a grand change in my behaviour
with Your divine might
showing me Your light.
Yes, You left Your glory just to seek me out
Leading me toward heaven without doubt...
You’re my being’s essence.
Pride prevails over me without Your grace
thus, I trust Your heart
midst unbelief’s dart...
I constantly need Your goodness’ embrace
warming me with joy
against guilt’s ploy...
You deserve my praises with full earnestness
To You I submit, trusting Your faithfulness...
You’re my being’s essence.
My world revolves around You – forever…
You hold my future
Of faith’s adventure...
Even final death can never sever
our relationship
of sweet fellowship.
May You find me pleasing You with my utmost
While serving You thru others at any cost.
You’re my being’s essence.
*Luke 1:47 And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.
Today, I thank You, dear God for Your love, sending to me Your Son Jesus Christ to be my Saviour. Thank You, dear Jesus, for dying on the cross, being buried, and rising again to save me from hell, granting me eternal life. I trust You. I put my faith in You while I repent of my sins. Thank You, Holy Spirit for enlightening me that only Jesus Christ can save me, and satisfy my soul. Amen.
May 18, 2018
POTD, May 19, 2018
5th place, Qarinage - Any Topic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory R. Barden; judged on 6/10/2018.
2nd place, "Poem of the day" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 4/25/2019.
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