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I want to be a poet to write those words which rhyme
But it seems I'm having trouble with tempo, tense and time
How do the poets do it rhyme words so undisputed
They neatly find the perfect word and exactly where to put it
They make it seem so simple words flow in easy verse
While my words go from good to bad and then they just get worse
Oh to have the poets flair for grasping words from out the air
But alas I stare at paper bare and pine for words which are not there
With ease the poets do it pen words so neatly dressed
While I sit here debating and getting more depressed
To them it's not too arduous to mete out rosy prose
While in my mind bewildering a musty cobweb grows
Ornately Poets do it scribe sentiment so clear
That lifts the heart and stirs the soul like music to the ear
As I scan their lines which meld and knit I envy those who conjured it
And when I read their words united tis my id which gets excited
I twitch and get elated when I find two words of whit
But I'll be darned if I can find another two which neatly fit
I thumb through my thesaurus till the moon is fully lit
But my brain is still in neutral and not a rhymes been writ
Each pair I work to sound enhance fails to bring the bards due dance
And the prose I opt for seems to lack the poet's gift of word romance
But I'll persist and see how it goes
And perhaps one day I'll write some prose
Stoling my heart as a fugitive in the night
Causing a deep desolation in my
spirit
Tears falling as raindrops were
at sight
Thinking about who had the culprit
Twilight appeared promptly in the gray
firmament
Blending a spectrum of hues in one
tone
Sounds of night impressed a great
sentiment
Threading a symphony in the zone
Recapitulating the idilic remembraces
of erstwhile
Emotions sometimes decide the
final statement
Leading to a detour after while
Following a change that will be a
great achievement
Breath the liberty of broken barriers
Succeding to undiscovered frontiers
Nayda Ivette
9-15-15
"Thanksgiving is a time of
changing seasons...As we see
the beauty of autumn, let us
acknowledge the many
blessings that are ours, let us
think of our family and friends,
and let us give thanks in our hearts."***
(Thanks giving sentiment anonymous)
If we truly love our love ones...we would
want them to remain safe, and secure.
If we would only manage to put God
first in our lives, ours second and ourselves
last, "what a wonderful world this would be."***
If I could change one thing about the world,
the spirit of thanksgiving and brotherly love,
would last all year around. And not just the
yearly ending of our traditional holiday seasons.
Acts of kindness and charity would become
normal and not just seasonal.***
What are you thankful for?
Oh my Lord, I have plenty of food to eat.
And I have a pair of shoes for my feet.
I have a secure roof over my head, and
a twin sized bed. I have clothes to wear,
and a beautician to cut and style my hair.
And this my Lord, I do know material blessings
are only temporal, but spiritual blessings are
eternal! ***
When Jesus Christ walked on this earth among both
men and women, He truly cared for the very least
of them! If He were walking amongst us today,
His gospel of good news would be heard,
twenty-four hours by both night and day! ***
He would teach us why He decided we were
worth sacrificing his life for. He would send
out both men and women, to be his disciples.***
And would give unto them, the ability to
heal the many sickness, of men and women.
But that would not be the very start! Because
first He would have to save and purify their
hearts from the stain of sin! ***
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
November 25, 2020
May 30 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 116-118
Key Verse – Psalm 116:7 Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the LORD hath dealt bountifully with thee.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DEALING BOUNTIFULLY WITH ME
Thank You for dealing bountifully with me for my soul’s delight
Midst humanistic insight
As well as secular intellectual height---
I need You always throughout holy fight.
Thank You for dealing bountifully with me for my heart’s cleansing
Midst worldly displeasing
As well as devastating transgressing---
I need You always throughout worshipful praising.
Thank You for dealing bountifully with me for my faith’s maturity
Midst weakening uncertainty
As well as vexing insecurity---
I need You always throughout glorious eternity.
Thank You for dealing bountifully with me for my spirit’s revival
Midst backsliding arrival
As well as wearying survival---
I need You always throughout righteous revival.
Thank You for dealing bountifully with me for my standard’s upliftment
Midst downgrading sentiment
As well as indecent involvement---
I need You always throughout prudent improvement.
Thank You for dealing bountifully with me for my ministry’s fruitfulness
Midst threatening barrenness
As well as alluring slothfulness---
I need You always throughout effective industriousness.
May 30, 2022
I am malignant
Does anybody care that I’m widowed
I wash my face and hands in a prison
Does anybody care that I’m without bed and pillowed
My emotions and head and heart loft arisen
Government treatment of me so indignant
~
Just a pestilence dreamer
Does anybody care that I care
I wish that I had free will
Low-esteem I await my dreams, I call on the redeemer
No insurance to pay for my pill
I'm in need of your prayer
~
Bury me with justice under the toll bridge
Does anybody care that I’m black
Or has the early 60’s come back
Others snicker and laugh while moving ridge,
~
I wish that I had free will
I have been listen to myself
Looking out this condemn house window sill
My sentiment and choice process, cross I bare
In awe and wonder I wreck myself
Just a pestilence dreamer
~
Does anybody care that I care
I wish that I had free will
But yet instill
Low-esteem I await my dreams, I call on the redeemer
~
Does anybody care that I care
And if there’s anyone here, Where are you where?
2/15/20
For Does Anyone Care Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Hear my plea… consider truth’s earnestness
Bringing to your ear this factual soundness:
I’m Hell --- a prison of endless darkness
Where misery’s gloom prevails in blackness
Due to sufferings, despair, hopelessness
Leaving the guilty in their sins’ fierceness.
Listen to my voice from this dark juncture
Echoing warning midst urgent posture:
I’m Hell --- a place of eternal torture
With restlessness’ angst and despair-puncture
Sealing the faithless in their doomed future
Midst cruel hatred’s defiant gesture.
Acknowledge my vocal predicament
Loudly clear despite painful sentiment:
I’m Hell --- a cell of everlasting torment
Expressing death's wailing every moment
As sorrows, anguish, woe wildly lament
With constant gnashing of teeth engagement.
Consider my call from this space, unlit
Since radiance of Scriptures does not quit:
I’m Hell --- a dungeon where there’s no exit
And each one slides toward bottomless pit
Struggling to reach foot stool summit
Yet never to taste freedom’s air a bit.
Neglect not my admonition’s love-guides
Which one in his self-righteousness derides:
I’m Hell --- lake of fire* where God’s wrath abides
Unreached by His mercy, while His grace hides
There, worms die not, with pleas’ screams at all sides
Along unheard prayers … deserving chides.
I welcome you in my darkest manner
When you flee from the perfect Pardoner:
I’m Hell ---waiting each one who’s pride-winner
Bearing “You’re forever condemned” banner
Verdict to the claim, “I’m not a sinner”
Rejecting grace midst selfishness’ dinner.
Decide now… from my drowning blackness, flee
Choose life; against darkness’ grip and be free:
I’m Hell *--- with my gruesomeness you can see
Trust Christ the Saviour and you can miss me
Have faith in Him Who died at Calvary
Resurrected to bring you Heaven’s glory.
*Revelation 20:14 And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death.
January 24, 2022
PHRASIS 11
Imagination not mere fancy
transfigure the real,actual
and ideal with lyric of two
idyllic,melodious sweet and
sonorous.Mental indolence
clouded,enshrouded in obscurity
careless,even slovenly on the
sliding scale of inspiration in
musical verbiage.Perception,
vague at first becomes sentiment
,more definite,as thought or
reflection hazy in its inception
as we perceive and feel and
think within the boundaries of
personal taste and idiosyncrasy
in this fruitful field.A lift in the lyrical
noticeable in the ear.
From Alfred Austin- The Bridling of Pegasus
Listen to me recite this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
~I Believe~
(Anaphora)
I believe in God more than anything that's true
I believe in his divine love and sacrifice that too
I believe that love can make things brand-new
I believe also that much depends on you
I believe in thousands of things that are good
I believe that many beautiful creatures dwell in the woods
I believe that love faith hope dreams n' peace are necessary to each man
I believe that God has for every man, woman and child a great plan
I believe in goodness and kindness for all
I believe we need to stand tall after we fall.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
December.01.2015
~Author's Notes:
~The Anaphora ~
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
It is common for us to use anaphora in our everyday speech to lay emphasis on the idea we want to convey or for self affirmation.
The first time we see them…we smile…
how can I love you already, we say
The first time we hold them in our arms…
we’re in awe
for we never knew we could feel this way.
When we bring them home…
we pledge to do everything we can
to do our best…indeed
to keep them safe,
to take care of them…
to give them everything they need.
We look in on them often…
their safety we readily discuss…
because we don’t want anything bad to happen
to something so valuable and precious to us
Our love is unconditional…
We strive to protect them every day…
from strangers with evil intent
who might try to take our loved ones away.
Oh what a beautiful sentiment…
if this poem was about our daughters and sons…
but in the America we are living in today.…
sadly…
this poem is about our guns
My mind has orders...
Not to allow any single thought of you to enter
Nor to retrieve any sweet memory of your smile
My heart has orders....
To shoot to kill any warm sentiment or feeling of devotion to you
That threatens a rebellion
My lips have orders....
To imprison any kind or loving word that is pleading for passage
To your ears
My eyes have orders....
Not to let any look of longing or of fervent desire be revealed
As they search your face
Then day turns to night...
And, against my orders, you confidently stride into my life...
My eyes forget their orders...as they drink in your beauty and follow your every move
through the verdant fields of my dreams
My lips forget their orders...as they gush forth with promises of eternal love and faithfulness to you
My heart forgets its orders...as it throbs at your command to awaken love
and to live, beat and bleed for you.
My mind forgets its orders... as it immortalizes your every move, look, word and touch,
storing up the scenes with hungry greed
Then night turns to day...
And with it comes the dawning of reality
Frantically, a new set of orders are issued...
To my mind, my heart, my eyes and my lips
While my whole soul, my very being
Burns in torment
Awaiting the blessed night
And the release that comes from....
A land without orders!