Long Serenely Poems
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“Serving the Lord with all humility of mind, and with many tears, and temptations…” Acts 20:19 of the King James Version
Fulfilling God’s perfect will from the heart
Yielded to advance the kingdom of Christ
They are missionaries who did their part
Serving the Lord while graciously sufficed…
Called to minister, Gospel they did share
Propelled by compassion, loving kindness
Divine wisdom, peaceful zeal, mercy-deed
Preaching, teaching Scriptures of prudent care
Nourishing souls midst guided gentleness
For redemption seal with ardent faith creed.
Soldiers of Christ championed truth and right
Endured, persevered along patience-race
Discipling converts through biblical light
Toward holiness’ walk of virtue-brace…
Gratefully labouring with divine zest
Though human nature battled against guilt
Confessing, repenting, pressing on still
Serenely vanquishing transgression pest
Drawing nigh to God’s altar, pardon-built
Sublime course, blissfully they did fulfill.
In their pastoral work where they did toil
The Saviour’s exaltation, their aim
Anointed by the Holy Spirit’s oil
For triumphant goal, hailing Master’s name…
Encountering struggle, suffering, pain
Attacked by temptation, trial, hardship
Gripped with heartache causing grief and sorrow
Those God-called trod on selflessness’ terrain
Ordained to practice faithful stewardship
Exuding radiance of service-glow.
May 17, 2022
2nd place, "Form O- Ode- New Poems" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/1/2022.
Satisfying soup of colorful veggie sight
surely offers hearty meal for great appetite
nurturing taste buds with red and green pepper bright
palatable midst yellow eggs' breakfast delight.
Savouring orange creamy bisque with joyous glow
optimizes gold hues of nutritious flow
and dessert of blue berry cheese cake, smiting woe
to vanquish gray areas toward a prosperous “go!”
Slurping brown beef stew of white onion-mushroom bits
refreshes day’s revival with rainbow-filled glitz
while soul serenely meditates thanksgiving hits
for praises even beyond contentment-limits.
Sizzling tangerine Tom Yum's Asian cuisine brand
sumptuous supper of marvelous festive grand
greatly upholds warm spirit around kindness’ stand
affirming pink of health around loving friendship band.
Vibrant fellowship marked by sweet well-being’s crest
while sipping soup amidst sharing and caring blest
radiates hues, tints and shades of partnership test
praising the Lord* Who does nourish with nurture's zest.
*Ephesians 6:4“And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.”
August 31, 2023
1st place, "Colorful or Chimera Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/4/2023
The music beat is loud
As we dance through the crowd
Create your own verse
It could be far worse
Let the music fill your ears
And erase all your fears
The lights flash before your eyes
Do it before the party dies
Time is running out
No time for silly doubt
Take the art in your hands
And twist it for your fans
Purples, pinks, and scarlet
All splatter the walls for a harlot
Perhaps I'm a mannequin
Who parades himself as a charlatan
A mass of bodies is an ocean
It's easy to get lost in the motion
As we dance through the crowd
The music beat is loud
Twist the art, twist the art
Pull the strings and it falls apart
Create your own verse
It could really be worse
Tally ho I'm above the rest
With a biting commentary of the best
Let the music fill your ears
And erase all your fears
Twist the art, twist the art
It's your last chance to look smart
Time is running out
No time for silly doubt
The colors fill me so serenely
My thoughts are so unseemly
Take the art in your hands
And twist it for your fans
The chorus burns to an end
My eyes could condescend
Purples, pinks, and scarlet
Oh no, I feel I might love a harlot
Twist the art, twist the art
The strings pulled apart it kick starts my heart
Really I'm just a dancing mannequin
Who parades himself a charlatan
In love with You always is my heart’s aim
to stay, nestling in Your presence sublime
serenely guarded midst assurance claim
marked by Your faithful caring all the time.
In our relationship, trust does prevail
sealed by Your covenant for my faith’s zeal
with kindness, hope and mercy when I fail
while You uphold my soul with pardon-deal.
Secured in Your enduring love so sweet
fulfilled am I by Your partnership’s zest
enriched with Your grace*, You make me complete
thus, sharing Your compassion is my quest.
I love You since You first loved me indeed
My Saviour God, bless this devotion creed.
*1 Peter 5:10 But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.
January 22, 2025
10th place, "Select a 2025 posted poem" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/25/2025
La Gioconda or Mona Lisa is the name I’m called
When our eyes meet I know you’ll be enthralled
I sit here so serenely in my gorgeous gilded frame
People flock to see me, they love to say my name
Mona Lisa, people coo as they look at my lovely smile
I gaze back intently, my sweet smile it does beguile
My Parisian home’s been the Louvre for many years
One glimpse of my face can move my visitors to tears
I used to worry that I’d get bored hanging high upon the wall
But with a constant stream of admirers I don’t get bored at all
Painting Chosen - The Mona Lisa By Leonardo Da Vinci
Contest: Within a Gilded Frame Sponsored by Broken Wings
05~08~16
This once majestic creature - its form
now a dried hide stretched over mutilated bones.
As defenseless in death, as it was in life,
its tusks hacked from its noble skull.
Its ear rests serenely on its shoulder
among dead sticks the carcass testifies
to the barbarity of evil men
front legs folded back where it heaved in agony-
gave its last breath to vile humanity.
Who can explain to children, the reality of
their storybook elephants or zoo friends?
Out in the wild places, even when protected
they succumb to greed and avarice.
Someday the spaces of Africa will be filled
with extinction.
4/7/2016
For Silent Ones
Images that make you think - #2
3rd Place
In fields of endless blue, where heavens meet the earth,
Sapphire blooms unfold, kissed by the morning's birth.
Rose whispers weave a song on gentle breezes' wings,
A tapestry of colours, where the heart finds solace sings.
Each blossom, bold and bright, a brushstroke in the light,
A blush of crimson wakes against the azure's gentle might.
Sunbeams, and playful dancers, chase across the fragrant scene,
A field of floral grace, where beauty reigns serenely.
The air, a chalice filled with sweet, intoxicating wine,
A haven of perfume, where shadows cease to twine.
I tread this path, a pilgrim in a wonderland so fair,
Where worries drift like clouds, and beauty fills the air.
THEY graze in beauty on the land
of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of tamed and tanned
meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus softened with that tender hand
which Shepherd to mild glen compels.
One fleece the more, one spot the less,
had half-possessed the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
that gently whitens o'er their face,
where eyes serenely sweet express
how pure, how dear their ovine race.
And on that rump, and o'er that round,
so firm, so strong, yet elegant,
the baas that win, the hooves that bound,
but tell of days in meadows spent—
a flock at peace with all around,
a drove whose milk is innocent.
With shooting stars’ blessings* beyond celestial, I praise God with all my heart
Since His assured sufficiency-goodness for me will never depart
I believe that He will grant each of my desire:
And everything that for His honour I earnestly aspire
To stay constantly in the center of His perfect will
While in His compassion-care I'll keep still;
To fulfill His assigned task for me He has uniquely designed
As in His satisfaction I serenely bask to which I willingly resigned.
Midst shooting stars’ heavenly presence, I'll worship the Lord by His grace
Loving Him with my spirit, soul and strength all the days...
Hence, I yield to Him, upon faith's fervency, my supplication-filled hopes
Knowing that He knows what's best beyond my mind's scopes:
The complete recovery of my loved ones thru His divine miracle healing
Also the full restoration of those who are spiritually ailing, falling and failing;
The remarkable progress and developmental milestones of my special child
As well as those undergoing therapy, rehabilitatively-styled.
Never bereft of divine shooting stars’ experience, I press on toward victory
Guided by the guidance of Christ I must exalt for His glory...
Therefore, to His approval do I submit my dreams
Verily aware that His omniscience can overtake my vision-beams:
Foremost is the realization of an ever-ready service-providing foundation
Benefiting mankind thru its effective welfare-geared function;
Another, though not actually impossible, is the wondrous visit to the Holy Land
Where my Saviour humanly resided according to what Sovereign had planned.
Along spiritual shooting stars’ glow, I'll serve my Creator midst challenges
Since I'm called to live for Him with His power-charges...
So then I cast to Him my worries and doubts for the future
In my faithful stewardship devotion He alone can nurture:
Fruitfulness of ministry-involvement despite hardships
Earnestness of my prayer-consecration thru heavenly partnerships;
Persistence in every discipleship-engagement
Diligence in labouring for His kingdom's advancement.
*Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ.
August 14, 2019
3rd place, "Shooting Stars" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron; judged on 8/31/2019.
Waking-up with bird chirps and meow of my pet
Midst-summer heat I found the green carpet grass wet
Diamond dust dew drops were seen so serenely set
Gleaming! Glistening! Could these frail ones live long, yet?
Isn't their very birth for them, here on earth, a threat?
The morning sun wiped them clean as though drops of sweat
The rose, waving in the gentle breeze, seems to bet
A contest, with a plume looking like an aigrette,
The little spider entwining these with his net
Was pecked by a multi-colored hungry barbet
Was the huge vulture that caught the little kinglet
Ever feeling, for his rudeness, any regret...?
Parrots and love birds in cages with no outlet
Schools of fish in ponds and lakes caught in the dragnet
Crabs and snails escaping the back-flowing wavelet
Human beings roaming with the murder mindset
No animal or bird I could see free of fret
Each being seemed to enjoy the existence, yet...!
06 May 2023
Writing Challenge - 'Y 'Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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