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crying out in agony
I growl at the hollow
I'm shivering
arguably
odds aren't in my bias
utter something
seal my orbs
purblindness
testimonials for verse
deny verve's blunt truism
rather not realize
pick a sleight
plagiarize
one abundant
to survive
inhospitableness
Written: March 30, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIER CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived. ( Poem inspired by Poet Brian Strand Form)
March 5 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 17-20
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 17:19 And it shall be with him, and he shall read therein all the days of his life: that he may learn to fear the LORD his God, to keep all the words of this law and these statutes, to do them.
FAITH IN GOD WHO INSTILLS IN US HIS WORDS
God instills in us His words of compassion
As He secures us in His eternal salvation
Surely driving our faith toward His direction
To enjoy His inheritance brought by His redemption.
God instills in us His words of authority
As He lets us dwell under His caring sovereignty
Surely leading our faith toward His certainty
To live in His truth against deceit and falsity.
God instills in us His words of holiness
As He keeps us within His righteousness
Surely bringing our faith toward His works’ productiveness
To conquer slackness and slothfulness.
God instills in us His words of wisdom
As He teaches us His counselling freedom
Surely instructing our faith toward advancing His kingdom
To proclaim the Gospel that radiates genuine Christendom.
God instills in us His words of victory
As He triumphs over us against misery
Surely prodding our faith toward service-territory
To exalt His name for His glory.
God instills in us His words of standard
As He enables each of us, being a steward
Surely pushing our faith toward soaring upward
To optimize His granted opportunities for heavenly reward.
God instills in us His words of revival
As He strengthens us against mere survival
Surely increasing our faith toward prayer-upheaval
To fulfill His will while waiting for His arrival.
March 5, 2025
It was peaceful down there
Sitting on the bottom,
Water muffling what I hear.
A lovely day in autumn
To explore some water,
the task at hand.
To escape temps getting hotter
By treading lake instead of land.
It was peaceful down there
Looking up, seeing the shimmering
Of what is usually blinding surface glare
Instead be gorgeous graceful glimmering.
Floating just barely, a little free
Moment seen rarely, for young me
But, to speak fairly, what else could be.
It was peaceful, then it was dire
See the distance to the surface
When my lungs turned to metal on fire.
Full panic, not anxious nor nervous
Only desperate to get to my air
Desperate to be off the floor
Desperate to be pulled from despair
Desperate to live, welled up from my core.
It was peaceful, then it was dire
When I couldn’t kick or stroke legs or arms
Fast enough before the time did expire
For me to surface, despite my head’s alarms.
I remember next only the shore
Dizzily aware that I wasn’t where I was before.
An attempt to vomit, with a much different feeling,
Like being squeezed in the lungs, and it sent me reeling
Back to whatever is called floating in blackness, begging to come back
When you can feel in the tether the slackness, but you’re still trying to track.
When you’re keenly aware that you’re in danger and something is very wrong.
And all you can do is hope to whatever gods that they made your body strong.
Like memory, the ending of the book
didn’t vanish all at once.
The last page thinned~
softened at the edges,
the details loosening
until the final moment
slipped free without sound.
And the book, like the mind,
carries that quiet loss
in its body.
It holds the absence
quietly.
A slight slackness
in the binding,
as if the remaining pages
remember the weight
that once pressed
against them~
a narrow gap
where the ending
should rest~
the kind of space
memory leaves
when it can no longer
hold the last detail.
Even the margins
keep their own
kind of recollection.
Along the edge,
a faint scatter of paper dust
clings to the corner~
the residue left
when a moment
has been touched
too many times.
What once was clear
dims, the details loosening
as memory lets go
at its edges.
Where the page
used to lead my gaze,
there’s just a slight mark
left behind~
a ghost fold remains,
a crease without direction~
the slight impression
of a moment
once held close
and now softened
by time.
So the story,
like memory itself,
arrives at its ending
earlier now.
Not abruptly,
just sooner.
The missing page
is the quiet
memory leaves
when it can no longer
hold the last moment.
And in that space,
I sense the rest~
the way recollection
offers its final truth
through what has
already thinned
into silence.
Faced with daily multi-tasks’ pressure
we need God’s help of divine measure
making us fulfill each chore as great treasure
turning work-rigor into labour-pleasure.
Gripped by varied assignment strain
we seek Christ’s strength of productiveness gain
toward caring and sharing engagement terrain
though afflicted with impediment's pain.
Conquering futility of slothfulness' attack
through the Saviour’s power with His mercy-pack
we strive for achievement thoroughness of blessings' sack
against indolence slackness, making stewardship vigour lack.
Triumphing over procrastination blight
seizing championship in today’s functionality fight
we cling to God Who enables* by His might
thanking Him for today's accomplishments midst faith delight.
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
July 4, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND CHOICE H, any form, any theme" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/17/2020.
Walking here and there,
Scrounging for messages of Care,
Journalists of the day.
Standing by at door or gate
Spirited, to interrogate the great.
A long-serving microphone,
Miking words from those interviewed,
And an esteemed bagged camcorder on the shoulder;
Always await eventual days
So they’d pace with grace
But, their presentations tremble under status’ feet
Whereto their integrity doth greet.
Their job hence counts slackness of Justice:
That if they are to question a poor fellow,
They’ll do it diligently till he’s zero
But if they are to question a rich man,
Minister or president in particular,
The ‘eye-box’ is covered with red cloth,
Their journals closed,
And their inkers halt;
They’ll compromise till he’s out of any cases.
Sorry
They are!
Turning a blind eye to the rich’s injustices
And giving a bright eye to the poor’s…
Yellow Journalism eke in Africa?
June 17 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 10
Key Verse – Proverbs 10:22 The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ENRICHING ME WITH YOUR BLESSINGS
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ gladness
Against foolishness’ heaviness
Away from treasures of wickedness
For me to abide in Your righteousness.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ profit
Against hand-slackness in slothfulness’ pit
Away from poverty of indolence-hit
For me to practice diligence by Your work-wit.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ harvest
Against shame of barrenness’ pest
Away from embarrassment of pride’s zest
For me to trust in Your guidance while doing my best.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ commandments
Against perversions, full of disagreements
Away from sorrow of disobedience-discontentments
For me to walk uprightly toward Your ways’ fulfillments.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ instructions
Against mischief’s destructions
Away from hopelessness-caused transgressions
For me to receive Your favour for my faith's victorious decisions.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ wisdom
Against lying and slander uttered at random
Away from wealth offered by materialistic freedom
For me to desire Your approval in seeking first Your kingdom.
Thank You for enriching me with Your blessings’ bounty
Against lack and scarcity’s difficulty
Away from crises of prayerless spirituality
For me to love You with my devoted sincerity.
June 17, 2022
Walking upon silent parched paths,
under speechless scarlet skies.
Your name sits upon the tip of my tongue,
listening to the susurration of my heart.
Each vibration echoes tones of lament,
conflicted by the principles of time.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Distance remains an unknown intangible pain,
but visions of your timid cute brown eyes remain.
How your mouthwatering scent seduced senses.
How your luscious lips dissolved all walled defences.
Now I yearn for queen of my heart to re-appear,
to sleep in each others arms, into the new year.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Without you the mind is misplaced in marshlands,
where intimacy is lost to complex riddles called life.
Under cold ebony skies, your memories flicker like candlelight,
you are the flame, which insulates my heart with devotional delight.
Silent One
26 December 2019
Wanted to experiment with a mix free verse and rhyme.
After contemplating calling it a free verse or rhyme, I settled for lyric.
Maybe an idea for a contest.
Do possess dedication,
In fulfilling your duty;
Have less talk, have more action,
Sans slackness and perfidy.
Let the commitment be right
There inside your heart and mind;
Do your work with all your might,
Success is not far behind.
Let loyalty bring or give
Recipe to glorious goal;
Allow attachment to live
In your spirit, in your soul.
The systematic approach
Carries progressive outcome;
Results are beyond reproach,
The employer ups his thumb.
Be a devoted servant
Of God who knows everything;
Let your life be triumphant,
Whether it's winter or spring.
Form: Tanaga
First of all in regard to this verse
God here is speaking to His elect
for He names them lovingly His beloved
such love so pure believers willingly detect
God brings many a promise to His own
He's not at all slow for them to fulfil
despite how some think wait too long
for all His acts are spot on in His will
The Lord is full of divine patience
waiting and seeking for His very own
by His holy spirit in His effectual draw
pointing to Calvary their sin He did atone
To fulfil the demands of the saviour
God grants His own the gift of repentance
then they come in a spirit of humility
bowing in homage at His dependence
This election is not for all of the world
again God's showing this for those He chose
from before the world began marking them out
for Christ died only for them this God knows
("The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.") 2 Peter 3: 9 (KJV)