Long Smite Poems
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Kindness glows
expressing love’s bliss
from blest heart
reaching-out
inspiring others with cheer
midst hope’s radiance.
Kindness grows
exuding vibrance
that nurtures
and cares for
those in need along prayer
for their good welfare.
Kindness goes
extending help’s breed
so freely
sharing joy
God* grants to smite woe and angst
for peace to prevail.
*Habakkuk 3:18 Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
March 22, 2026
3rd place, "2026-03-15 Write a Beautiful Shadorma" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/2/2026
My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May
refracting light from every angle, it holds life's leeway
Suffused with fragments of love, I can be warm as night
filled with a sense of awe, when you tilt me to the light,
I feel just right
My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May !
Fragmented beauty encased in bursting beams of afterglow
if I follow only yesterdays, life can soon appear surreal
Infused with an outside world that can often smite
I choose to live inside my own reflective colors,
Always, in the light !
Fragmented beauty encased in bursting beams of afterglow
My heart is a monument to all that I have lived and known
changing and bending with every curving path
it has been overused and "Inter-diffused" many times
like this mosaic piece of art I call "stained glass window "
I am a, "Pièce de ré·sis·tance " ( a work of art)
My heart is a monument to all that I have lived and known
My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May
When I pray with it, it remembers to give thanks, in every way.
Written by: Mystic Rose on April 6, 2025
December 11 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Philippians 1-4
Key Verse – Philippians 1:6 Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.
FAITH IN GOD WHO PERFORMS A GOOD WORK IN US
God performs a good work in us for our faith’s righteous living
To overcome carnality’s conniving…
In our helpless, sorrowful, deep grieving
His presence draws us near for triumphant cleaving.
God performs a good work in us for our faith’s bright glow
To conquer worldly enticements giving us pain and woe…
In our moments of temptations along distress’ sorrow
His help delivers us toward jubilant tomorrow.
God performs a good work in us for our faith’s holy influence
To smite arrogance of wealth and affluence…
In our vain glorying’s incongruence
His standard abases us of our pride-driven experience.
God performs a good work in us for our faith’s thankful praising
To evade celebrations of humanistic appraising…
In our pressures that are afflictively harassing
His strength upholds us with His firm raising.
God performs a good work in us for our faith’s powerful performance
To stay strong midst doubts’ questioning attendance…
In our hardships showing impossibilities’ appearance
His Word pulls us toward His promises’ assurance.
God performs a good work in us for our faith’s diligent discipleship
To rule over slothfulness that hinders our stewardship…
In our mediocrity of wishy-washy ministry-internship
His reproof keeps us working well through His leadership.
God performs a good work in us for our faith’s fruitful victory
To stand again from downfalls around disobedience-periphery…
In our desperation caused by service-failures’ injury
His triumph prods us to warn others against hell’s fury.
December 11, 2025
I sneaked in the house late last night
Couldn't risk turning on the light
Tripped over a chair and took flight
I felt the smite I felt the smite
A bruise appeared upon my thigh
Although from drinking, I was high
Without having an alibi
I'd have to lie I'd have to lie
I tried to keep my self-esteem
Covered it with expensive cream
But touching the spot made me scream
A faulty scheme A faulty scheme
Wife heard and asked, "What happened here?"
I said, "Sorry to wake you, dear."
She didn't believe me, I fear
I smelled of beer I smelled of beer
My suff'ring was not convincing
She used curse words without mincing
When washing dishes and rinsing
I am wincing I am wincing
I'll never pull that stunt again
Wife threatened me with ball and chain
Inside our house, the shrew does reign
She is insane She is insane
July 19 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 60-66
Key Verse – Isaiah 60:1 Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the LORD is risen upon thee.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SHINING LIGHT
Lord God, You are my shining Light, against gross sin-darkness
Thank You for building up my faith by Your righteousness
With Your forgiveness midst peaceful brightness
And converting power of holiness.
Lord God, You are my shining Light, against wasting forces
Thank You for beautifying my life with Your virtue-braces
With Your everlasting life that blesses
And fulfilling stewardship toward goodness’ praises.
Lord God, You are my shining Light, against bad tidings’ blow
Thank You for strengthening my conviction by Your truth-glow
With Your direction of instruction I must follow
And constant covenant-upholding against grievous sorrow.
Lord God, You are my shining Light, against lack of peace
Thank You for shielding my heart with Your care that does not cease
With Your exalting name without iniquity’s grease
And Scriptural standard, devoid of faulty crease.
Lord God, You are my shining Light, against fainting might
Thank You for conquering my fear by Your courage-fight
With Your salvation’s assurance to smite doubts’ blight
And sanctification to overcome confessed sin-caused fright.
Lord God, You are my shining Light, against false leadership
Thank You for warming my spirit around Your fellowship
With Your zeal of ruling kingship
And upholding for my triumphant worship.
Lord God, You are my shining Light, against attacking adversary
Thank You for empowering my service by Your victory
With Your Gospel of glorious love story
And dominion to conquer my pride’s story.
July 19, 2023
February 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Numbers 24-27
Key Verse – Numbers 24:1 And when Balaam saw that it pleased the LORD to bless Israel, he went not, as at other times, to seek for enchantments, but he set his face toward the wilderness.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING PLEASED TO BLESS ME
Thank You for being pleased to bless me and my sincere seeking
According to Your vision’s working
While You open my eyes from blindness of sin-lurking
For me to behold Your truth that deceit is blocking.
Thank You for being pleased to bless me and my diligent hands
According to Your guiding commands
While You smite my slothfulness of murmuring demands
For me to labour well in Your service-lands.
Thank You for being pleased to bless me and my devout zealousness
According to Your inspiration’s goodness
While You fire-up my dedication-earnestness
For me to bear fruits of ministry-effectiveness.
Thank You for being pleased to bless me and my teachable heart
According to Your principled lessons always right from the start
While You uphold my conviction to resist perversions’ dart
For me to stay in Your will, never to depart.
Thank You for being pleased to bless me and my steadfast spirituality
According to Your strength’s stability
While You empower my resolutions toward eternity
For me to prosper in Your work of life-changing opportunity.
Thank You for being pleased to bless me and my yielded soul
According to Your mercy’s compassion that makes me whole
While You mold my faith in performing Your assigned role
For me to fulfill my part in Your appointed goal.
Thank You for being pleased to bless me and my grateful stewardship
According to Your instruction’s directorship
While You harness my skills by Your leadership
For me to live for You with joyful followership in our relationship.
February 3, 2022
1
We say the word, “mental”,
like we would spit.
But there are no pills
for waking dreams;
the pills that we
could only take in dreams
to take us to another place
as yet imagined
as everything the tortured soul
could conjure.
And perhaps we are so strong
the torture
is our heartbeat.
The waking dreams
like baseball bats
might beat us
into ditches
of self-loathing,
then lie with us
the way dark friends would do
and tell us there is comfort
in familiar suffering.
We can touch the mental
like a weed
and treat it
with the swipe of energy
that only comes
when arms react
to smite the one
that would threaten them.
2
All things come to those who wait,
the adage goes
and so we do
as we are told
and hope there is trust
in the world.
But as we
twiddle thumbs
and scratch our names in wood
that never was a tree
we are the silent ones:
the kids of parents
who imagined
that what they'd heard
and spoken and done--
the slap, the strap--
would do the trick
in place of hearts
that never cared to beat.
3
“Mental Illness”
is the phrase they use
for ignorance; not knowing
what to do
or how to do it.
“I did all I could”, they say
in the face of ruin
and imagine they are right
because the cannot know
responsibility or competence
or caring.
Art is colors on a wall.
Music is notes pounded
on some keys.
God died the day
he was invented
and the children of the living
must now wander
as the spawn of negligence.
We can only hope
that somewhere souls remember
and that through the years
they grow to be an army
to claim what bodies have survived.
4
“F**k you”, I say to beauty
or anything else that passes
for conviction
or truth
or hearts we tell ourselves
that we possess.
Beauty is masturbation.
Love is the perversion
we ejaculate in darkness.
I would be glad
for one true voice
that says that heaven
is at hand
and mean the painted streets
as gray as any dawn
we'll ever see
is all we can expect.
Tell me one good cup of coffee
is Nirvana
and I'll drink it
and be thankful
to be free
of chains that bound me
to the rock of longing.
The moonlight shimmered on the winding road
A chilled wind rolled to battle and smite
Slicing through the fog and croaking toads
There was a blood curdling scream heard that night
The fog's hand choked the throat of graves,
as it passed the stone bridge grasping its iron gate
Tall stones stood like marbled guards that wait
These sentries for death moonlight illuminates
A caretaker's eyes welded to shadows moving slow
A scream, a wolf's howl pierced to intervene,
the dark wings that flew by a dead willow
Frightened the caretaker, his imagination he gleans
No one knows of the caretaker's fate,
or of the shadowed wings he had seen
At each full moon near halloween,
a scream and wolf's call is heard pure and clean
They say ghosts had risen in the fog in flight,
by the stone bride with its iron gate
There was a blood crudling scream heard that night
contest Ghost Stories
10/23/14
Today there is a fight and I tell you it’s not right.
The darkness has turned bright and the day into night.
Why is it today, that it is wrong to be right?
And why is it today, that it is wrong to be white?
You say you want equality and what you believe you want the right.
By only oppressing those that were and did, so now it’s wrong to be white.
Why are we defined by our color and our sight?
Why must we define others by what is wrong and not right?
What is really wrong and what is really right?
What is truly full of wisdom and what happened to the plight?
Why is it today, that it is wrong to be right?
Why is it today, that it is wrong to be white?
Christianity has always been wrong and Jesus said that was our fight.
Oppression of God’s wisdom and His truth it blinds our sight.
It is not about our colors and that is not our real fight!
It is about what our Creator said was wrong and not right!
Man is our god and man does bring the fight,
Man stands above our Creator and that will be his plight!
Being religious or with out God will bring to us His smite…
The end is near for the religious and even for the night,
Soon all that we think is wrong will once again be right…
And then we will see the truth again its okay to be white.
My God, may You find me always trusting Your promises*
Including every declaration of Yours that blesses
Since You’re the omnipotent Lord Who prevails over evil curses
With Your protection from sinfulness-distresses.
Please vanquish my doubts as You smite unbelief’s forces.
Dear Lord, please direct me constantly by Your leadership
And draw me nigh to Your heart in prayer-fellowship
For You’re the gracious Saviour I must sincerely worship
While feasting in Your blessings midst work’s partnership.
Please vanquish my doubts, and increase my faith against hardship.
*2Corinthians 7:1 Having therefore these promises, dearly beloved, let us cleanse ourselves from all filthiness of the flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness in the fear of God.
June 19, 2019