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She was a beautiful woman…his friend…her heart…simple and pure
She totally believed in miracles…he…was not so sure.
As her end of life approached…as she stood upon deaths door
she spoke to him of miracles…as she never had before.
She said she couldn’t wait to see heaven…she wondered about the crowds
She wondered how easy it would be…to find her place among the clouds.
Knowing he was a skeptic…she took his hand one day
And said, when I get to heaven…I will find a way…
to help you believe in miracles…with angel wings I will take flight
I’ll get a message to you…I’ll show you everything’s all right.
He listened to her, held her hand and smiled while trying not to cry
as she spoke to him of miracles…until the day they said goodbye.
It was a few days later on a morning walk…still feeling bittersweet
when a feather floated from sky and landed at his feet.
A pure white feather which he picked up then turned his eyes up to the sky…
wondering if it had fallen off an egret flying by…
or could this be from an angel’s wing…as from heaven she took flight…
announcing to him she had made it…that everything IS all right….
And he smiled at her heavenly message…which was both sublime and sweet
that miracles can be as simple as a feather at his feet.
Intrusive thoughts just invaded my mind…
Yielded, I welcomed them, and so they came
They soon turned as a scene I must behold
Making meditation* vibrantly real.
Oh, these intrusive thoughts have gripped my heart
Letting me ponder on my prayer life...
First, I faced Miss Skeptic with her arrogant stare
Scorning, she yelled at me: “You’re just wasting time!”
Minutes later, Mr. Pretense questioned my motive
“Are you really sure that you’re communing with God?”
Without reluctance, Mrs. Rumor intervened…
“Oh, we gain data from people’s varied petitions.”
Then the happy-go-lucky lad joined me gaily
Saying, “I can’t come, but I’ll be there in spirit.”
Off he drifted fast, outrunning the busy lass
Who handed me her litany list of requests.
Catching my attention afterwards was Sir Doubt
With his countless “Do you truly believe…?” queries
Behind him was Lady Anxious, full of panic
Lamenting while uttering, “So guilty am I.”
These cogitations indeed woke me up
For neglecting supplication-delight
God did teach my heart blest wondrous lesson…
Seeking Him humbly with faith pleases Him.
Thankful to the Lord for intrusive thoughts
I praise Him for rebuking me rightly
Now, His invitation for communion
Is a vibrant pleasure to my spirit.
*Psalm 19:14 Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength, and my redeemer.
June 11, 2025
2nd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 52" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 6/14/2025
Which beers my dears bring you to tears
Beardy weirdy freaks hipster peaks & nadirs
Slatted bar with glam flutes or bizarre jam jar
Cheers to toots & hoots hirsute tatted peers
Sham craze for cloudy ales or clear yesteryear pales
Old school IPA mule or cool daze ways holds sway
Some fools viral spools spiral amaze as they drool
Not a phase always had haze it's the cardinal rule
Or a silly quip & blip has a nip of a chilli dip in it
Knows zip flip let rip Indian trip phrase you twit
Gawking and balking because they're talking s**t
All about malty pout haughty clout of a naughty stout
Cooed am a lamb to the slaughter for rip snorter porter
Wooed by stock of stellar Bock or cellar brewed Keller
Wheat poo pooed too funkily sweet for this crude fella
Rude taking the mick trick to pick a drop in perfect nick
Chaps won't cower to the lure of cocktails at happy hour
Ruddy cheeked fuddy duddy who is perhaps too dour
Appears fake dreams it seems of a career as a critic
Slating grating ratings mapped trapped on untappd
Skeptic fears musty skunk & fusty funk that is lambic
Brett regret bristles don't fret won't let whet my whistle
Sneers debunk the rusty gunk flower glower of sour
Jeers but bet the ripple of Tripel is still the top tipple
For any cynic or pundit in their Merchant Ivory tower
Hail tale of quirky murky or another stale lager saga
Heaven forbid get rid of sweet & sickly treat for a kid
Snooty about the booty of rank dank stank too fruity
For fecks sake must forsake that milkshake mistake
If tasked or someone asked what's my perfect beer?
Not the new frontier..bask in cask ...holy grail of ale
Suggest zest from noble not global hops treasure chest
Attest not treason manifest reason better than the rest
Beer to pleasure every season that stalled then schooled
What is after all the true quest & have you got a clue test
Which is why I contest you go with the one called "Best"
Just for a moment, open your mind to all possibilities. Whatever you dream, you can do and create. Then probabilities have opportunities, by which they can manifest.
When the radio was manifested, everyone believed such, was impossible. Phones, cars, indoor plumbing, computers and all we have today, was once considered impossible.
Belief is the catalyst, by which we initiate possibilities. Possibilities addressed with imagination, belief, and effort; give birth to realities; increasing probabilities give us hope that our dreams will manifest.
Skepticism has its place; it can keep you on the road to manifesting realities but, it’s too often abused; used to demean and degrade the dreamers. It prohibits their success in manifesting those probabilities which stalls progress.
The fool is the diehard skeptic; the clammed-shut mind. Those who believe; though some skepticism is allowed; are the real geniuses; courageous believers; thank God for them.
Each of us possesses the capacity to dream; when dreams provide ideas; open your mind, create and leave a part of yourself to this world.
Having been mandated by the Sovereign Commander*
we, His church, in the power of the Holy Spirit are ordered to:
win the lost toward His way by His love
warm the cold and weary brethren with His grace
warn the skeptic unbelievers thru His Scriptures
wake up from slothfulness and fruitlessness
watch vigilantly for His coming
waver not in our biblical faith
worship Him in spirit and in truth!!!
*Matthew 28:18-20 And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.
April 30, 2019
Speaking no evil with nothing to say
Feel no pain life is numb
Prayers to smite thine enemies
Wanting to believe something just to belong
Being open to any idea but always the skeptic inside
Doubt everything for losing all you remember
Listen and journey to become
Never able to reach it
Tangle is the truth
Soothing lies
Belong
Apart from living
Dead inside
Take it to reach that high
Feel good
Joy
empty
crashing
down down down
Cold, spent and lonely
Abused body with a vacant soul
Eyes of beaded glass
Veins discolored
Tasteless is life
Shelter in a sewer for warmth
Life mingles with death eases into comfort
Why? are you more than this?
Rock bottom in a hell hole of survival
Pray for the first time you really pray
Asking for meaning, deliverance
No answers only questions
Frozen solid into darkness
Sleep deep sleep
Open your eyes
Brightness surrounds all
Floating into the light
Feeling forever
Can't be any worse
Being open...
Pleasant spring like day January 12th, 2020
Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonable temperature
way out of range
far to balmy, undoubtedly
ole man winter
weather did shortchange.
Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth way out of balance,
I haint gonna catastrophize
as bajillion acres plus
one after another ocean dries
even the skeptic cannot turn
blind eye and believe contrary lies
when every species practically extinct
and self proclaimed éminence grise
doth trumpet and stubbornly tries
to claim plethora unearthed resources
as sudden goldmine
against wages of sin
former traitor joe redeemers actualize
to catalyze nth industrial revolution
teaching as heresy
ecocentric, which material basket
of deplorables power mongers bowdlerize
Concurrence toward meteorological
trend most all people agree
toward adapting, experiencing,
and witnessing increase -
fair in height degree
bestowed upon Thomas Newcomen,
Richard Arkwright, Samuel Crompton,
Edmund Cartwright
and James Watt first Industrial
Revolution conferred as honoree
appellation not necessarily
in retrospect donned as noble pedigree,
now hundred of years
later downside we see
of belching, coughing,
disorging... yes siree
foul, (née deadly)
cancerous, gaseous, noxious... pollutants.
Decreased dissension
grudgingly did abate
unclouded protests trumpet
Trump to abdicate
irrefutable proof generates
activist voices to accumulate
linkedin over Green Party
blessedly to administrate
hoop fully figurative tide
will turn and aerate
political atmosphere whereby
progressive minds will affiliate
otherwise business as usual,
cuz spewing deadly particulate
will only aggravate
dire straits, where series
of unfortunate events will airdate
prophetic apocalyptic fate
especially if nonprogressive
stodgy commander in chief re-elected
flush with bigotry and hate
increased chance (chants) ripe state
for revolution avast swath
of population to amalgamate,
and overthrow anachronistic government
absolute zero survival unless dramatic
nondestructive strategy eschewed
to supplant exploitation and mandate
radical transformation, which dramatic
shift off grid if lucky requisite
Earth friendly manufacturing
can possibly ameliorate.
Feeling the touch of emotion, the beginning,
finding the meaning of emotion, the end.
As they were superposed at the edge of my twilight time,
my mind started to sink at sunset, unexpressed.
After futile walk in clouded day with maddening crowd,
the meandering garden path I had lost,
searched for a hand to guide and show me the way
to the unknown roads destiny had paved, unwalked.
When the day’s last wind began to blow,
in the wasteland of the past, my shadow lengthened,
falling on the frail footprints buried under time’s dust,
while the roads to the future waited, unperceived.
I traveled through the torrent of the prevailing turmoil,
forgot the bridges left behind for someone burnt them.
I chose a different road and crossed the river ahead
on the bridge you cared to build for me, unpossessed.
The cycles of good times and of bad times,
cross-currents of contrast in skeptic mind’s confusion,
that cleared as the mist of the ancient doubts lifted,
I found the road ahead wasn’t at its dead end, untraveled.
Life’s stories written in time's tome of flowing continuum,
at the end of a sad chapter challenged me with perplexity,
to choose if I’d turn the page or close the book forever,
but I had decided to read on till I reach the end, unperturbed.
At the crossroads of the crowded compromises degrading,
and after silently traversing the loneliness of passion,
following the moonlit path of dreams I sauntered on,
rising from the dust, became a poet of purpose, obsessed.
October 11, 2020
Contest : A Poet's Duty
Sponsor : Beth Evans
Platos dualism…
Laertius' "magi”
The most noble say we are an extraordinary event
And I agree with their logic and sentiment
An opportunity occurrence heaven sent
We are an awesome manifestation
We clearly embody an abstract incarnation
In His image complete systems of software emulation
The source energy, burning light, heat, oxygen
A flame ignites testosterone in the equation, estrogen
Essence sparks imagination, particles in circuits charging
Our sensors switched on, physical phenomenon's
Immanuel Kant contrasted it with noumenon's
A thing that is in itself sensed by humans
That which cannot be a direct observation
A world with what might be a spatial dimension
Möbius noted it rotates onto its mirror-image realization
Ruling that it is a universal mind bend
Something unseen to us and a god send
A conscience is alive and will transcend
Grasp the form of order among us, become analytic
These the concepts of the transcendental aesthetic
Leaving what’s not genuine or natural, synthetic
From experience discussions well-reasoned
Born with a formula programed and seasoned
Encrypted to crack codes to play roles in treason
We very well maintain the skeptic stance
Jesus a glitch to some who have no acceptance
But when focused and in a meditative trance
We embrace what is a peaceful coexistence
Bursting when the cosmos quest exploded
Interrelated tech terms, intelligence encoded
Beliefs of the understanding Empiricus’s philosophy noted
Martin Luther's theses, religious revolution then toted
Over conclusions that are only opinion
A servile dependent or a minion
The results will send us into oblivion
Has shown us that by suspending judgment
And by refusing speculative argument
Estimating the quality of worth and engagement
One achieves the state of ataraxia
Good conduct and the practice of eupraxia
Generating good health and euphoria
And through research and great finds
What philosophers teach and is best for mankind
Suspend judgment and attain tranquility of mind
Emotion is the designer of dream
Search for the meaning of feeling is futile
As they mingle totally in my twilight time
My mind sinks in dusky obscurity
Impulses unexpressed.
After the wasted walk in the miasmic day
The meandering garden path I’ve lost
Look now for a guide to show me the way
To the unknown end after the journey
Story untold.
The cycle of good times and bad times
Shrouds the skeptic mind with confusion
That clears as the mist of foreboding lifts
I discover a new door open for me
Yet unentered.
When the day’s last sunrays flash past me
Under the chromatic sky I sing my song
You all go your way, don’t ever hear
The lyric of my soul I then write
For I’m unlistened.
I write for time's tome of eluding continuum
Although unfulfilled at the end of each chapter
When unsure if I should stop or keep on writing
The latent urge stimulates me to scribe for self
Even if unread.
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August 30, 2022
Contest : I Write Because
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon