Long Soundness Poems
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(I'm Virgo sun/Taurus moon, both earth signs)
My sun and moon in earth means I require
a stable and terrestrial atmosphere.
As constant as the seasons, I adhere
to courses set; I rarely veer or tire;
I’m self-composed and seldom prone to ire,
for salt of earth has soundness I revere.
And if into a cloud I disappear,
my feet grow roots, and ground is their desire.
Of fire, air and water I have little.
Oh yes, I love to venture into water,
but saner is the land, where I belong.
I cannot fathom those who speak in riddle;
they are of the air, but I’m Earth’s daughter.
Though passion’s flame may burn me, I stay strong.
For Leonora Galinta's Poem with a Theme: Zodiac Sign
For nette onclaud's Contest:
Zodiac Zones
Hear my plea… consider truth’s earnestness
Bringing to your ear this factual soundness:
I’m Hell --- a prison of endless darkness
Where misery’s gloom prevails in blackness
Due to sufferings, despair, hopelessness
Leaving the guilty in their sins’ fierceness.
Listen to my voice from this dark juncture
Echoing warning midst urgent posture:
I’m Hell --- a place of eternal torture
With restlessness’ angst and despair-puncture
Sealing the faithless in their doomed future
Midst cruel hatred’s defiant gesture.
Acknowledge my vocal predicament
Loudly clear despite painful sentiment:
I’m Hell --- a cell of everlasting torment
Expressing death's wailing every moment
As sorrows, anguish, woe wildly lament
With constant gnashing of teeth engagement.
Consider my call from this space, unlit
Since radiance of Scriptures does not quit:
I’m Hell --- a dungeon where there’s no exit
And each one slides toward bottomless pit
Struggling to reach foot stool summit
Yet never to taste freedom’s air a bit.
Neglect not my admonition’s love-guides
Which one in his self-righteousness derides:
I’m Hell --- lake of fire* where God’s wrath abides
Unreached by His mercy, while His grace hides
There, worms die not, with pleas’ screams at all sides
Along unheard prayers … deserving chides.
I welcome you in my darkest manner
When you flee from the perfect Pardoner:
I’m Hell ---waiting each one who’s pride-winner
Bearing “You’re forever condemned” banner
Verdict to the claim, “I’m not a sinner”
Rejecting grace midst selfishness’ dinner.
Decide now… from my drowning blackness, flee
Choose life; against darkness’ grip and be free:
I’m Hell *--- with my gruesomeness you can see
Trust Christ the Saviour and you can miss me
Have faith in Him Who died at Calvary
Resurrected to bring you Heaven’s glory.
*Revelation 20:14 And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death.
January 24, 2022
wrestling with evil
wear complete suit of armor
~ conquer with courage
rescued from onslaught
lies and misinformation
~ loins girded with truth
safeguarding our hearts
resisting the evil day
~ righteousness’ breastplate
love for our neighbor
giving’s greater happiness
~ feet shod with good news
strongly entrenched things
evil one’s burning missiles
~ faith’s protective shield
empty deceptions
soundness of mind endangered
~ salvation’s helmet
God’s Word is alive
source of unending wonder
~ sword of the spirit
seek help from on high
trust the one who is unseen
~ pray incessantly
Tu Amor Está En la Memoria
Delicate is this precious gift called life
You are in my heart then and still are.
And there are a hundred reasons,
I still speak as if you are right here.
Delicate is this precious gift called life
bound only as once, one chance.
As death may come, no clues, no signs.
each day, live, the freedom of life.
You are in my heart then and still are,
with words that comforted me in my pains
And your hug is warm and just gentle
bringing back the soundness of love.
And there are a hundred reasons,
I will not forget the places we have been.
Appreciating anything that comes in between
reminding me everyday, to keep praying.
I still speak as if you are right here
as if you have not left few years now.
Even when I am confused and mad
like the breeze of May, you remain calm.
Your love is in my memory.
© Olive Eloisa Fraser
October 27, 2025 @ 14:02
November 10 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on John 15-17
Key Verse – John 15:26 But when the Comforter is come, whom I will send unto you from the Father, even the Spirit of truth, which proceedeth from the Father, he shall testify of me.
FAITH IN GOD WHO IS OUR COMFORTER WITH HIS TRUTH
God is our Comforter with His truth toward our deliverance
Surely fulfilling His kingdom-promises of blest assurance
While saving us from hell’s penalty by His love’s perseverance
Letting our faith trust His sacrifice midst compassionate endurance.
God is our Comforter with His truth toward our redemption
Surely rescuing us from eternal condemnation
While ransoming us along divine regeneration
Letting our faith abide in His will for our transformation.
God is our Comforter with His truth toward our justification claim
Surely pardoning us for our confessed sinfulness and shame
While sanctifying us, giving us new-creation’s flame
Letting our faith experience His grace as we exalt His name.
God is our Comforter with His truth toward our righteousness
Surely straightening us by His doctrine’s soundness
While teaching us along stewardship fruitfulness
Letting our faith abound in His service upon life of holiness.
God is our Comforter with His truth toward our discipleship
Surely upholding us upon His Biblical leadership
While directing us along His ministry-partnership
Letting our faith increase through His Scriptures midst sincere worship.
God is our Comforter with His truth toward our prayer-fervency
Surely answering us in our call of earnest urgency
While providing for us along His satisfaction’s sufficiency
Letting our faith seek His face, beseeching His mercy.
God is our Comforter with His truth toward our gratitude
Surely guarding us against arrogant attitude
While guiding us along great commission-latitude
Letting our faith win by His power’s fortitude.
November 10, 2025
Just a little wisdom
Oh! God
Quality of having
Some of your experience my Lord
Yet is my choice,
To use good judgment
Wisdom gleaned
I want to be in quality within your life
this the soundness
of your actions the knowledge
the principles that develop is onslaught
the quantumness of being blessed
integrity living fervent bliss
Wisdom gleaned
first give me just a drop of your heart
O' God help me become
victim of your wisdom
I'm bias judgment self knowledge
gleaned from God
this I acknowledge
Wisdom gleaned
God says if you need wisdom just ask God says
if you want wisdom live on the righteous path ask our generous God
and He will give it to you
if you need wisdom
ask he will not rebuke you for asking
this principal thing believe it
within your being
truth longevity of life
Wisdom gleaned
6/8/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
6/8/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Divorcing the Darkness
Divorce me from the evil thoughts
because thoughts become one's ways
When a thought festers and brews
the stench of its action lets deadly poison spew.
Leave me stranded far away from the darkness
that reaches out and destroys the sole.
Rather place me in the very center of the light
that makes the human spirit glow.
If I grumble or if I complain
give me the grace to understand the darkness is insane.
Pureness of heart and soundness of mind,
come infuse my spirit and be you my bride!
We have a light to share with another
and a responsibility to pass the light to our brother!
Analysis read—and wronged—and pulled
Lulled into our idealistic mess
Words no longer ours but hung distress
Farced in carnality—they are ruled
Soundness remains what we will believe
And all else is but tethered nonsense
Clinched tightly in unfriendly absence
Overcome in overwrought relief
The judges judge on behalf of tongue
When ears and eyes close achingly tight
And perhaps in woe we find them right
For witches sought and bound must be hung!
Lower than the softened dirt that cures
Where worms in halves blindly come to eat
The higher crush with tormented feat
And the suns scorch what is left of hers
Answers never tried—and cured to hide
They look to superior sources
The rotten are the strongest forces
Ripened and toughened with bequeathed pride
-Iambic Tetrameter
Contest: Metrical verse
Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto
Laura Breidenthal
Is life a psychological and spiritual mess, a being of dismay and chaos,
Misdirected and confused by those of staunch and unwavering bios,
Might have started on a farm, urban home, corporate office, or a college dorm,
Looking for devotees to accept vague ideologies and philosophies like their own?
They stirred up vast doubt, skepticism, uncertainty, distrust, and questions of all kind,
Than principles that would guide, direct, shepherd, shape, and lead to soundness of mind,
That would bring peace and harmony; a grand way of life that is healthy and whole,
You lost focus; you lost courage; you lost hopefulness; you lost confidence; you lost your soul.
Did you cast your life upon that which is destined to disappoint, miss the mark and fail,
And empty rhetoric your buddies constantly and relentlessly wailed,
Or upon that which is eternally and everlasting faithful and true,
That if you accepted, you would be called a laughingstock, a fool, or thinking askew?
Is your mosaic spiritual conceptions satisfying your deep need way down inside,
Is your soul a graffiti wall or a spiritual guide to be applied,
Is your soul just shattered by confusion and has left you empty and cold,
A splattering of abstract work than one of realism or anything worthy to behold?
When facing a fierce raging storm in your mind and heart while dejected, fearful, and forlorn,
Did you go to philosophy, self-help books, or to one who could still the storm?
Do you know the one who can speak to the tempestuous seas and they obey him?
Ever heard of the one who walked on water and could calm the hearts of troubled men?
Let me introduce you to that one who can do for you what you cannot do for yourself.
Learn of him by reading the scriptures, the Bible, find it on many a shelf.
His name is Jesus Christ, Son of God; He and God the Father of the same mind.
Through faith-obedience in Jesus, end of your search for redemption; seek and you will find.
Verse 1
Epitaph for a Shy Guy
He spoke in secrets ,shadows said so sweet,
A murmur,muted,on the main street.
His silence screamed a story,softly,slow,
A secret sparkle scarcely seen to glow.
The quietest voice was quote,we carefully
quote it still,
His peaceful presence,a perfect,peaceful
perfect pill.
Verse 2.
Epitaph for the Baadjievanger (1)
He snared,the swift,sly,silver-tongued
salesman,
Who wove his webs, winning with wit,when
the world began.
His dreams were a dream, a dazzling dreadful
disaster,
He caught all the cash,moving closer,then
faster.
The final fool fell for fate's false flatter,
His promises proven dust, do they even
matter?
Baadjievanger-A hanger-on,a scammer,opportunist, trickster
Verse 3.
Epitaph for the king of Bling
Here lies a life lined with lovers and
loudness,
A silver sky sparkling several sounds of
stunning soundness.
He wore gold gleaming,his soul's silver song,
But glitter's gone,grandeur's gone,a glimmer
gone gone.
The final flash has faded,a silent, sober
state so swift,
His most mighty magnificence,a memory's
miserable myth.
Verse 4.
Epitaph For the Great Tycoon
A power prince,he piled profits past
the planet's peak,
He bought bank buildings and a billion
bank notes for a break,.
His grip on gold,greatest of governments,
gloomed so grand,
But all his stocks and shares now sleep
beneath the same sand.
He made millions and a mountain of material
money,
Yet mortal making means memory's most
melancholy morning.
Verse 5
Epitaph for a gangster
Here lies a life lived fast and loud,
A silent shadow in the subway street crowd.
His guns are silent,glory's grave,
A kingpin's kingdom nothing could save.
The darkest deeds now dust and dream,
only the diamond death did secretly seam.
Verse 6
Epitaph for a Drunkard
He drank the day,he drained the darkest
dram,
A storm of spirits, slurring slam,
He found his freedom in the fluid flow,
His journey's joke, the bottle's bitter
blow.
The final bar is closed,the tab is settled low,
He's now not near the nectar nor the glass's
glow