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a northern star, a guiding light
weary travelers rest this night
swaddled baby laid upon hay
a holy king was born this day
the angels sang from up above
a triumph of heavenly love
the weary seek and come to pray
a holy king was born this day
the gifts they bare from near and far
as they followed this shining star
one darkened eve it lit their way
a holy king was born this day
this fair child light upon his skin
was born to save the world from sin
in a manger laid upon hay
a holy king was born this day
although so many years ago
this story we have come to know
it's not of santa and his sleigh
a holy king was born this day
December 7, 2019
In Praise of God Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
We all have our time machines.
Some take us back, they're called memories.
Some take us forward, they're called dreams.
Jeremy Irons, English Actor
_______________________
Oh I recall,
the dances and the love crushes;
at my high school on Saturdays,
the waltzing was more of a shove.
But the most fun was in the jumping and twirling,
it was sort of a wild dance that sent us whirling;
there was deep dipping and swirling,
and the skirts were tight and sexy and the heels high.
Whitney sang,
and the colors were neon bright;
hip hop was just around the corner,
we were a bit too sexy for school kids.
But, nothing bad really happened it was all show,
the loudness of the music would just grow and grow;
and it does not seem all that long ago,
I can still his voice asking, "dance with me.
___________________________
March 2, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/Memories
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1232-563-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
DWM Contest
Kim Rodrigues
First Place
Advocating adherence to the Almighty
Building lives, I am called, by His blessings’ bounty…
Cheering police lady officers as values coach
Devoting time for Bible study with prayerful approach…
Efficient orphanage Mom, striving to be effective
Fulfilling chores along patience of sweet directive…
Geared with persevering servant-leadership governance
Hopeful is my heart to hoist special children with loving guidance…
Involving in church ministries, by faith, for eternal impact
Joyfully sowing Gospel seed midst Scriptural contract…
Kindling fervency of High School creative writing students with zest
Learning am I unceasingly, trying to exemplify what's best…
Meaningfully mixing meat and veggies to my menu’s delicacy
Nourishment I value in feeding children with optimum sufficiency…
Opening opportunities toward stewardship maximization-bliss
Purposive are set programs my Social Work responsibility can’t miss…
Quieting myself from pressure as I silence pets’ quirk
Rest my soul seeks, after checking Bible College students’ work…
Studying for weekly virtual and actual face-to-face discipleship
Tenaciously, my commitment is propped by the God* I worship…
Upheld upon the Lord’s heavenly calling for gracious reaching-out
Victoriously I continue midst unbelief, fear, faithlessness, and doubt…
Waking with the Saviour’s strength everyday to fulfill entrusted roles
X-factor of my new being keeps on achieving motherhood goals…
Yielded to the Master Whose way is perfect, granting favor to my task
Zenith of haven’s fortress I reach while in poetic moments, I sublimely bask.
*Colossians 3:17 And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.
Abecedarian with couplet form
February 14, 2024
1st place, "A Poet Plus" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 2/23/2024
The old year at last is flying away
On the wings of winter out of vision
Taking me to the frail horizon gray
Where the cold sun sinks in oblivion.
I tried hard all the time to invent me
Mean days hurried past, leaving me stranded
Hope of life taking shape I didn’t see
I’m glad journey of old year has ended.
I wait for the sun of new year to rise
Step out of failed shadow into the shine
Search a potent ground for I’ve become wise
Sow the promise of a new life of mine.
From the old year I didn’t get my worth
In the new year a new me will take birth.
December 24, 2017.
Contest : New Year 2018.
Sponsor : Kim Rodrigues.
It finally came down on that grey sombre day,
Like a raging dragon breathing a tsunami of ice and snow,
The wind violently thrashing against the torrents of blazing alabaster,
In retaliation to the combative clouds,
releasing rapturous hails of bleached ammunition
The bare trees skeletal frames tortured by frost,
Burning deeply into their wounded limbs,
Landscapes buried deep,
beneath undyed shrouds of uneven flurries,
Wildlife hibernation, human incarceration – became one
A continuous colourless cold stone sarcophagus,
Conceals the bruise of life and possessions,
An aftermath of paralysis and deafening silence,
Overwhelms the awe of beauty and perfection
No living creature utters a minor chord,
Only the icicle daggers piercing their hearts,
The habitats shiver with a plethora of cold and dread,
And plead to the thaw for seasonal absolution
Date: 30/12/22
Winter Storm Imagism Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Water’s pure when it is flowing
down the mountain ever growing.
Streams may long rivers turn to be
God's water blesses you and me.
Shallow or deep, the rivers run.
Folks find great ways to have such fun.
They swim, fish, boat, or water-ski!
God's water blesses you and me.
Rivers run their course; by a shore,
we may find water is even more.
Who doesn’t love a big blue sea?
God's water blesses you and me.
Bottled, from a faucet or spring,
comes H2O. It’s everything!
We should care for it, but DO we?
God's water blesses you and me.
Aug. 10, 2022
for 'A KYRIELLE ABOUT WATER' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
HAPPILY EVER AFTER
Shall glass behold your countenance, my prince?
Appears your smile whilst shining shoes on feet.
My honesty and faithfulness convince - - - - - -
Your heart to trust…our hearts concede to beat.
One day does not a week make, dear. Let’s tell!
A Friday makes a lifetime wife! Oh yes!
This lonely man, like diamonds in the well,
becomes a shooting star to shine, to bless.
Get well within a hospital ~ not bliss.
Each argument, we bleed, we cry and die.
After so many years – we bond, we kiss.
No closer pair on line - our eyes drip-dry.
My Prince and his gal Friday calm, at rest.
We wring out tears, renew our vows ~ we’re blest.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
You’ve seen my rage that can smite cathedrals’ steadfast posture
Exempting not that edifice in Notre Dame midst its antique feature…
May I remind you of hell-fire* in that place of forever torture
With restlessness’ angst and despair-puncture
Sealing the faithless in their doomed future
Midst cruel hatred’s defiant gesture.
You’ve witnessed my fury’s destructiveness
Revealed by the Notre Dame Church fire’s perilousness…
Such is just a glimpse of my fire in hell’s endless darkness
Where misery’s gloom prevails in blackness
Due to sufferings, despair, hopelessness
Leaving the convicts in their guilt’s fierceness.
You’ve beheld my wrath unleashing fatal empowerment
That reigned to haunt religious predicament and faith’s sentiment
Presenting a grim warning of hell-fire as everlasting torment
Expressing death's wailing every moment
As sorrows, anguish, woe wildly lament
With constant gnashing of teeth engagement.
You’ve experienced how it is to awakened by God Almighty
Now, reflect on this reality as I appeal to your spirituality…
My fiery ability in hell can be missed by trusting the Lord’s certainty
In placing faith in Jesus Christ’s redeeming security
He vanquished hell’s power with His sacrificial love’s purity
And you can have such assurance throughout eternity.
*Mark 9:47 …It is better for thee to enter into the kingdom of God with one eye, than having two eyes to be cast into hell fire.
May 8, 2019
1st place, "NOTRE DAME IN THE NEWS" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 6/6/2019.
George asked for a date,
supposing I’d wait
all day.
That morning at eight
I stood by my gate;
oy vey!
He called and said, “Mate.
I’ll be really late.
OK?”
His mate? I said, “Hey,
your style’s not the way
for me.
I’ll go to the bay
and find my friend Ray.
Then we
on jet skis will play.”
(Ray’s gay I’d not say.
Hee hee.)
Ray’s such a sweet pea.
We laughed with such glee,
then ate
buffet near the sea.
I sure wish that he
were straight!
But some things can’t be;
I stay fancy-free.
That’s fate!
(sure hope I did it right this time. My Virelai "Blue" was not done right)
March 28, 2023
For the Write Me A Virelai Poetry Contest of Kim Rodrigues
Waking up with glee
my son welcomes gracious day
praying, giving thanks
midst praise sign language…
can he utter grateful sounds?
yes, God understands.
He seeks for his book.
Is that a favorite one?
Bible with pictures…
Flipping every page
he claps at the sight of ark…
“Have you seen the ape?
…how about big ant,
antelope, armadillo…
all in floating zoo?”
Then he closes book
for delightful bathing spree…
How does he manage?
He gladly gestures…
“Mother is always ready”
“Right, Mommy dearest?”
Well, indeed so, by God’s grace.*
*2 Timothy 2:1 Thou therefore, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus.
August 16, 2023
10th place, "I KNOW YOU’RE DYING TO WRITE A CHOKA" Premiere Poem Writing Contest; Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; Judged on 8/20/2023