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Shirley met Chace, her true love on social media; he was wonderfully attentive.
She called him, and spoke to him, and he said he was down on his luck.
Could she please pick him up? She was glad to do it, and he paid her so much attention.
She had never been this admired and complimented, and it made her feel special.
She moved Chace into her mother’s basement, but let him know he should keep quiet.
So he did, because he did not want to ruin their love. He was not discovered for a week or two.
Shirley’s mother was pretty upset when she discovered this unknown male living in her basement.
She asked about his job, he had done some work for people, but they never paid him. He was broke.
If it was not bad enough that Chace was down on his luck, he was now being picked on by Shirley’s mother.
Shirley was furious. She said they were moving and she did, in a big frenzy. She did not take her
dog, because Chace said the dog would cost too much to feed.
Shirley had to quit her job after a while because she was so busy taking care of him.
Pretty soon he was driving her car.
The smitten lovers shared Shirley’s bank account until the money ran out. In an act of chivalry, Chace contacted his mother, and she sent him a check, but it had to put it into Shirley’s name because for some strange reason, he could not cash a check.
The last time Shirley’s mother saw Shirley her car was all dented up, apparently Chace
had driven it, and brought it back that way. Naturally, Shirley forgave him.
A police detective contacted Shirley’s mother today, asking about Shirley, because her car was
In a hit and run a few months ago. No one knows where the lovers are, but we know that Shirley is with her true love.
In realm of love, you are the awe of mystique~
Musings of smitten soul, passions bespeak,
When glances romantic lure enamored night
To dance of fantasies moonlit revelries ignite
Waltzing with stars scintillating opaline skies,
As smiles endearing emanate from your eyes
Beaming missives esoteric, vying to explore,
Secrets of heartbeats extolling echoes of yore,
Adulating present as tomorrow’s dream soar
To domains heavenly, croons of love implore,
Infatuated by aroma your redolent vibes impart,
Abloom in elixir of the rose inside my heart.
March 26, 2023
Poem of the day on March 27, 2023
Placed 1st: The Rose Inside My Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
"Well hath Esaias prophesied of you hypocrites, as it is written"
Yet the Pharisees were not at all shy in so being very smitten
As they had absolutely no clue as to whom had just spoke
It was our Lord and Savior and yet still nothing inside awoke
They pursued Him upon His way testing Him time and time again
Oh the words that Jesus would say surely the King of all men
For even the devil himself had tried in trying three times in fact
So poignantly had he lied for in the Word you shall never lack
"You keep your own tradition yet reject all God's Commandments"
Sometimes it may be repetition that's the cause to whom repents
Not coming from within but coming from God's own given Word
All of mankind is so full of sin thus Heaven without Jesus is absurd
Miracles too numerous to repeat, crowds as far as the eye can see
To the Father He is Seated to the Right is perfectly obvious to me
If you are of that Pharisee mindset and so stubborn in your ways
Then there shall be nothing you get at the end of such futile days
Matthew 16:26
For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world,
and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?
In the White House, one behemoth doth reside!
No,neither staff nor family,but a huge dog,
With sharp,white teeth could easily shred a log.
People in the White House forced to run and hide.
The Secret Service are his most favorite, savory dish
I cannot imagine them, being overjoyed to be bitten,
But,to Commander,alas, with human flesh he is smitten.
I’d suggest, instead of humans, a warm, cheese filled Knish.
7/26/2023
Secret Service had to be taken to hospital.
Dog needs training or removal for the safety
of all in the West Wing!
March 20 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Kings 14-17
Key Verse – 2Kings 14:10 Thou hast indeed smitten Edom, and thine heart hath lifted thee up: glory of this, and tarry at home: for why shouldest thou meddle to thy hurt, that thou shouldest fall, even thou, and Judah with thee?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LIFTING ME UP
Thank You for lifting me up from sinful failure
After forgiving my heart, repentantly demure
While cleansing me with Your purging censure
Never pushing me toward the filthy and impure.
Thank You for lifting me up from guilty position
After receiving my acknowledgment of my corruption
While sanctifying me from deception
Never driving me toward idolatry and abomination.
Thank You for lifting me up from frustrated becoming
After awakening my soul from worldly dreaming
While alerting me against humanism’s harming
Never casting me toward vanity soaking and roaming.
Thank You for lifting me up from humiliating haughtiness
After seeking my mind midst rebelliousness
While reaching out to me in Your humility’s meekness
Never thrusting me toward pride and arrogance stiffness.
Thank You for lifting me up from selfish downfall
After disciplining my will to give my all
While imprisoning me within Your loving wall
Never shutting me toward self-glorifying and self-pitying hall.
Thank You for lifting me up from futile mediocrity
After teaching my spirit the need to learn for fruitful maturity
While instilling in me my part in biblical Christianity
Never guiding me toward uncertainty and insecurity.
March 20, 2022
November 7 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Corinthians 1-4
Key Verses – 2Corinthians 1:3-4 Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMFORTING ME
Thank You for comforting me in my sorrow
So that I can overcome distress-arrow
Never knocked down by negative tomorrow…
Keep me hopeful about Your gracious go-glow-grow.
Thank You for comforting me in my suffering
So that I can fight nervousness-tearing
Never smashed down by worldly gearing…
Keep me dependent upon Your ready uplifting bearing.
Thank You for comforting me in my sacrifices
So that I can subdue laxity-inconveniences
Never smitten down by carnal curses…
Keep me trusting in Your strong mighty braces.
Thank You for comforting me in my shame
So that I can face embarrassment-blame
Never kicked down by lustful game…
Keep me committed to Your holy missionary flame.
Thank You for comforting me in my submission
So that I can prevail over pride-distraction
Never torn down by selfish attention…
Keep me sincere through Your exemplary humble action.
Thank You for comforting me in my stress
So that I can vanquish difficulty-distress
Never trampled down by fleshly buttress…
Keep me cleaving to Your firm protective fortress.
Thank You for comforting me in my serenity
So that I can deal with loneliness-sensitivity
Never broken down by emotional instability…
Keep me settled in Your assured salvation-security.
November 7, 2022
Written: March 28, 2024 For Edward Ibeh Contest
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It is a myth that time cures any wound,
It is merely what people say and sound.
When the wound was simply skin-wide,
No reply may occur due to decay sighed.
Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live.
Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive.
Feeling numb and wounded, sighs escape.
My heart churns—overwhelmed by a scrape.
Pebbles embed in my brain cortex.
Amorphous swirls provide a raw vortex.
Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live.
Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive.
Assessing a child's stomach on baking day,
Those smitten by love share anguish and decay.
Fail to express love or even heart grief.
Charmed in a state of anguish and relief.
Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live.
Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive.
I perceive kismet as a formidable antagonist,
One could not despise his rival or protagonist.
That amazes everyone—upon slaughtering me,
Who slain me, or who carried out such butchery?
Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live,
Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive.
Let's devote the night to the wounded.
Their bodies are battered—rise to be subtruded.
Whispered to no one, cleanse of their scars.
Wounded sigh in killer room as dusk dew parse.
Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live.
Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive.
Those who have been wounded by his arrow,
Those who were scathe sob in love, thrill shadow.
Wriggle on the rug with love and reverence.
Heal wounds themselves, hurting its severance.
Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live.
Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive.
Head over to celebrate with them tonight.
Love may seem corrupted—they cry fake sight.
If they shed fake tears—their love isn't divine.
Believers never act wildly or display mood signs.
An entry for the Parent's Love poetry contest
The moon has never cast a fairer beam
Than that upon this face before me seen.
Luminescent angel, are you mine
Or did you fall from heaven, child divine?
Of all Thy glorious works my heart has treasured
This portrait has by endless fathoms measured
Depths of priceless praise beyond this realm.
I am speechless, breathless, weeping, overwhelmed.
As if by moon-lit radiance revealed
I see through Heaven's eyes your worth and feel
So unworthy, yet transformed beneath these stars
Smitten here with love, seeing who you really are.
Fatherhood's epiphany is this:
To behold His masterpiece and know this bliss.
I finally see, "In His image" and applaud
That the gift of gifts is children, sent by God.
the moment we met I was smitten
and soon I was drowning in lust
and in passion I was bitten and lost
for his silky voice and words filled me with trust
and I did not realize I was becoming a slave
yes, a slave to his caressing hands
and his whispers and lips ...
his scent became my drink of wine
but it was a prison with invisible bars
where sweet love became pain and hate
and I was drowning, drowning, drowning
losing myself ...
for his words smothered mine
and yet I purred like a kitten
and still my love for him dripped keeping me hostage
leaving my soul filled with loathing and disgust
but it was wrong, wrong, so wrong
and I knew it ...
then, somehow I gathered up all my courage
and ran away from this soul stealing lover
and never looked back
for his kind of love was drowning me ...
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May 13, 2021
Poetry/Verse/drowning
Copyright Protected, ID 1354-421-13
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (May 14)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 05/15/2021
First Place
Please read Eileen's poem "To the Lifegiver" first.
Yes I have given you 365 days
Yet the pages are not blank
I have choreographed an amazing dance
I ask you to take my hand
Your life is to important to leave to chance
You being you is what makes me smile
I know the you that you are meant to be
Not the one bound by the chains you see
By accepting my hand you can be truly free
With your pen
You have touched many hearts
A gift I bequeathed you from the start
I am the giver of dreams
Write what I say
Like me an author
You have a part to play
I have your days recorded in my book
I knew them before the Earths foundation shook
I lead you to still waters and refreshing brooks
My love is not one you have to earn
I wonder if mankind will ever learn
What I long for is relationship
A tough concept for most to grip
I patiently wait
I want you to trust
You are so much more than merely dust
I have made you with a soul that's just
A butterfly
A flower
That's not fully bloomed
Here today and forever
You will not be consumed
My fire will purify
In you is a spirit of gold
One day my beauty you will behold
Enyoy this dance
Let me take the lead
I died for you so that you don't have to bleed
Your life my garden where I planted the seed
Some day you will let me cradle you in my arms
You will no longer be smitten by this worlds charms
I patiently wait
Give you 365 days
Perhaps some day soon you will understand my ways
Inspired by Eileen Ghail's Poem "To The Lifegiver"