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EVERYDAY IS GOD'S DAY
Threats of war-- shakes the peace floating in the breeze,
Bombs and guns, they rattle to break bony reasons of the mind,
Thorns and knocks that seed from biting disease,
Shouts and wails rising 'neath conscience and ego grind,
all these like wagon wheels-- the whole world theater confines
When will humans know there's always a God standing by?
Dawn and dusk---brace night and day, His own design
so are animals that swim, hop and eagles soaring high!
All He provided and us, He asked to keenly give an eye
but pass flipping years did we try to allot some time?
Utter some thanksgiving shedding clouds of shy?
Daily we walk a lifeline to reach one peak prime,
offering our lives humbly as like saint Paul
though pang of death is the stage of our befall...
Everyday is a day the Lord has made,
blessings He bestow a hug of sunlight,
tests, He spearheads--the best teacher blade. . .
Even if seven devils come in flight to invite
stand like Jesus in the wilderness, hold tight! Fight!
None like vapor but forward like Lancelot we go,
serving God, throughout our life, the zenith height.
Let praises grow and God's glory our constant show!
Hatred we forego, letting love melt a heart of snow
so when the day comes our Holy Father judge
let our lives greet Him with bright smile of hello
"Well, done faithful servant", He will say as He touch
beckoning us inside a prepared Castle room
Sharing with Him a life everlasting of bloom!
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Sponsor Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name -THIS IS THE DAY THE LORD GAVE-
Placed 1st
©O. E. Guillermo
09:19 pm, January 25, 2015
This poem to be read
at the end of my life
When I bid you adieu
from the joy and the strife
A verse filled with hope
and with love from within
To carry inside,
my song on the wind
I’ll try not to preach,
as others have done
But rather beseech you,
to strive twice begun
To love with the strength
that’s God given inside
Then to love even more,
in an unending rhyme
These words are my gift,
I bequeath you today
In the hope you’ll remember
what I last had to say
For I loved you all deeply,
your kindness I sought
And the memories sweetly,
those lessons you taught
So I leave you this morning,
and bid you farewell
I leave you together,
bonded hearts then to dwell
All strength in your sharing,
my love to remind
Your redemption awaits,
—salvation divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Ship Ahoy Mates
A Ship Captain
His sailing Days
Observations of sunrises and sunsets
The vision of Sea Galls and Birds
The sight of Dolphins doing leaps and splashes
Maneuvering through might storms at times
The ship would deep dips, and waves would overpower the ship
The vessel going side to side
The courageous crew would do all they could to keep the ship afloat
As a Captain, my mind would always visualize sinking down into Davey’s locker
Devastation and no survivals
The Heaven’s always pulled us through with only minor incidents
Witnessed as the storm began to pass, the waves would calm down, and peace and calm would be the aftermath
My thought would be peace being still
The Moon would be presence after the storm
It was if the Moon smiled as Heaven watches
During the storm, it seemed as if the Sea Gods were full of fiery and anger
The Devil’s brew
Heaven’s guidance in continue to pursue
Sail on we did having no fear
Those were the captain’s sailing years
Now Old and retired
The Former Captain just sits and reflects on his ship days that were
Admiring all the ships from a far while observing from a nearby pier
Irony of courage, strength and responsibility as a Ship Captain
The captain’s sea tails in sharing with youngsters of his sea adventures
His journey through the Panama Canal having an exploration vibe
Meeting people from various countries and learning about their cultures
Remembering meeting a lady that became his personal mermaid wife, and their marriage lasted 52 years
She died six months later after of Cancer
The former captain says he is now alone and misses his mermaid
He has only the sea that comforts him, and a life he cherishes
He often says the skies ever so wise, and a kingdom that watches I
The captain reminisces of his life as a whole
Meaningful and plentiful
The Old Man and the Sea
The waves cast his shadow as a reflection
Storms that were
Ship in the distance in its own horizon
Commitment and determination that came through
Old man and his sea
Breezes that flow and memorable although.
Once ago,all natural elements were friends:
Sharing together time and lovely trends:
Plastics,pails,rivers,oceans and fruit.
Yams,pumpkins,were all bound by truth.
But one day...
Their sprouted an impromptu meeting,
Whose urgency hit if not all but few patience:
Barging into their privacy,
Denying them of their freedom.
And all agreed to go:
Even to the hall of the meeting.
'The meeting was about
the new revolution,
Which will their affairs proffer solutions.
And we all by pairs will we depart,
For some to gather tools and other wits for the revolution.
And so did they departed in pairs:
The baskets and the liquids, a pair.
So were they swallowed in the journey:
Even the spell of the revolution bewitched them.
The liquids were held by the baskets,
And now to change the order,the liquids refused.
So did the weight of the liquids weaken the baskets
that even their garments torn:
And so did the nakedness of the liquids show-
Even their nakedness torn the basket's garments.
And the grudge was born!
They walk silently along my hallways.
Floors littered with faded finery.
Do you remember my Granduer?
I had once been called the Queen of the sea.
Pulled down to the ocean's floor.
Swaying silently, so many sad souls
They are entombed here
Forever a part of me
Left to wander my halls
Sharing this watery hell
Faces frozen in skeletal grins
Evidence of our eternal sadness
Fish now swim across my stage
The band is silent
Still I remember
I absorbed them note by note
They played till my last moment
Yet it was not for my benefit
For I had betrayed them
My promises were empty
Temptation, travel, time together
Some mercifuly escaped
What did they remember of me?
Some came back in ghostly form
Searching for those I had taken from them
I will not release them
For I do not wish to be alone.
Form:
Grateful am I to God for America’s great legacy
wholeheartedly enjoyed with freedom-bliss
in my country, regarded as the “Pearl of the Orient Seas.”
Joyful am I for America’s great contributions to my personhood:
my being conversant with the international language
first passed on by the Thomasite teachers to our educators;
then, having heard the scriptural Gospel* for eternal redemption
steadfastly preached by American missionaries
nurturing my faith to reach-out to others, sharing blest peace.
Now, I entrust America to the Lord, with earnest prayer
envisioning her to prevail upon truth-propped liberty
along stalwart biblical constitution exercise
midst sterling dignity as “land of the free”
marked by her “In God we trust” seal.
Romans 1:16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth.
November 14, 2020
8th place, "2021 UNITED STATES OF AMERICA VISIONARY" Premier Contest
Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS; judged on 11/24/2020.
I'm raised by God-fearing parents with loving nurture
along caring gesture midst their tribal culture
endowing me a blessed* stature…
Dearly loved by the Almighty and my family
my personality is grace-nourished with secured redemption blissfully
while Scriptures-upheld and faith-propelled steadfastly…
A forgiven sinner am I, privileged to be a volunteer Bible teacher
beloved sister of three siblings: now are two fathers, and a mother
cheerful care-giver, and a devoted life-builder…
My spirit rejoices in sharing the Gospel of the Saviour Christ
discipling students for character that is virtue-spiced
writing articles and poems, divinely-priced...
Offended am I with my own self-conceit’s engagement
murmuring due to discontentment
as well as hypocrisy-entanglement…
I fear displeasing my King Who deserves my best
wasting time through unwise multi-tasking zest
and becoming a stumbling block in the guise of being honest…
My heart prays to visit Israel in due time
reap spiritual fruits midst harvest chime
feast in ministry rewards of diligence-prime…
Currently, a sojourner am I in the country
of heroic pride according to history's victory
also known as “Pearl of the Orient Seas” around nature’s glory
A beloved** child of God I am, grateful to Him.
*"Blessed" is the meaning of my name.
**Romans 1:7 ... Beloved of God, called to be saints: Grace to you and peace from God our Father, and the Lord Jesus Christ.
Bio in rhyme form
July 10, 2021; edited on August 8, 2021
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND your pick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/8/2021.
Written By: D. Collins 8/30/17
When a soldier is wounded all jokes go away.
Until they return what we must do is pray.
The team stands down from any further missions.
Awaiting that soldier’s return in tip top condition.
When a soldier goes down we rally behind them.
Sharing the love, like real women and men.
Whatever they are facing we experience it, too.
Having empathy for what they are going through.
Their current situation is only temporary.
Resilience will win over, undoubtedly.
A soldier never remains behind enemy lines.
Without question, it won’t happen this time.
So, strap up your boots, and put on your gear.
Every member of the team is needed back here.
We’re awaiting your return to go out in force.
But, please take your time bouncing back, of course.
When I’m old, I see myself greatly blest
As God makes me enjoy His constant grace
Propelling my pace to finish life’s race
And maximize best years with joyful zest.
When I’m old, there am I … still reaching-out
Sharing the Saviour’s love with peaceful glow
Along prayerful spirit that smites woe
Gratefully praise-filled against doubt and pout.
When I’m old*, freed from demands of work pain
My faith trusts the Lord with triumph-delight
Offering accomplishments by His might
Midst liberty to wait for heaven’s gain.
*Psalms 71:18 Now also when I am old and greyheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy strength unto this generation, and thy power to every one that is to come.
January 20, 2025
10th place, "When You Are Old" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick; judged on 1/21/2025
Baseball and beer and a beautiful woman
Baseball and beer
and a beautiful woman
Tonight, such a
wonderful date
Two teams are playing,
while one love we're sharing,
who cares who is up
at the plate
Her team gets a hit
and I can't help but smile,
seeing the look
on her face
The batter starts running,
he hopes for a single
while I begin rounding
first base
Holding her tight,
as we kiss between pitches,
keeping an eye
on the score
I slide into second,
my heart quickly beating
here with the one
I adore
"Stee-rike, you're out!"
I can hear the ump yelling,
the shortstop just went
down in three
I pull her in close
all the while I am thinking,
I'm glad he's not
yelling at me
Now to third base,
oh her skin soft and tender,
the infield, the lights
up above
I can see home,
as I lead off a little,
then dart in a sprint
to her love
Crossing home plate
is a magical feeling,
breathless the two
of us cheer
A beautiful woman,
an evening of baseball,
and let's not forget
about beer
** Note: The Astros won the game**
For the National Pastime poetry contest
Sponsored by: Phillip Garcia