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I heard echoes of scurrilous snarls,
from my conscience as it spoke
contemptible remarks aimed at me.
What shame those words delivered.
"Fatuous one, why does your hand quiver,
mimicking the trembling lips of a child in fear?
You dare call yourself a poet,
but you're nothing more than a joke."
Guilt is the culprit that tunnels my mind
as my passion for poetry shrivels on its vine.
Withering like a flower, my empty heart
has stripped my soul of its craving to write.
It's my own foolish notion
that causes me to shiver.
I weep over my planted seedlings.
They thirst, and their mournful cries I hear.
Abandoned by their mother who begot them,
and for this I'm filled with remorse and regret.
That mocking voice invaded my aching breast,
when again, it ridiculed me as a fool...
"A self-proclaimed bard who gives up the task.
You should put down the quill and live in disgrace."
There is no saving grace for me.
No nourishment for my verses to thrive.
My heart is broken, drowning in memories.
Without the will to live, how will it survive?
It only drums in rhythm to keep me alive.
Rows of sprouted thoughts have withered.
Parched and dying, drying up in a field of grief.
While I, their neglectful sower, helplessly sit
as time elapses and I watch them expire.
I’ve fallen between the gaps of missing lines
into an abyss, my fingers charred in a fire.
I can only water the seeds of self doubt
with salty sweat from my furrowed brow
and over fertilize them with tears of frustration.
I do not seek salvation or redemption.
Damnation will out.
My ink well of impetus has sprung a leak
or maybe it's a new watering hole I seek.
I have not a drop to quench their thirst
no morning dew, nor afternoon shower
to give my wilting buds reprieve, a relief.
I've tried to save them all, or was it just
a half-hearted attempt made in vain?
Not one more rhyme can I rescue from pain.
I'm suffering from loss. All hope is gone.
My fear is that I cannot express myself
in what was once an emotional voice.
No wonder my pages remain barren and blank,
except for the blotches of spilled ink.
My parchment lies in a state of immortal decay.
I relinquish my quill to a better hand than mine,
setting it free and praying that I be forgiven.
For the folly, I've only myself to blame,
this pillaged poet.
I heard echoes of scurrilous snarls,
from my conscience as it spoke
contemptible remarks aimed at me.
What shame those words delivered.
"Fatuous one, why does your hand quiver,
mimicking trembling lips of a child in fear?
You dare call yourself a poet,
but you're nothing more than a joke."
Guilt, the culprit that tunnels my mind
as my passion flower shrivels on its vine.
An empty heart has stripped my soul
of its craving need to write.
It's my own foolish notion
that causes me to shiver.
I weep over my planted seedlings,
their mournful cries I hear.
Abandoned by their mother who begot them,
and for this I'm filled with remorseful regret.
That mockery invaded my aching breast,
when it ridiculed me as a fool;
"A self-proclaimed bard who gives up the task,
should put down the quill and live in disgrace."
There is no saving grace for me.
No nourishment for my verses to thrive.
My heart is broken and lost in memories.
Without the will to live, how will it survive?
It only beats to keep me alive.
Rows of sprouted thoughts have withered
dying of thirst, drying up in a field of grief,
and I, their neglectful sower, helplessly sit
as time elapses and I watch them expire.
I’ve fallen between the gaps of missing lines
and must retire.
I've watered the seeds of my self doubt
with salted sweat from my furrowed brow;
over fertilized them with tears of frustration.
I do not seek salvation or redemption.
Damnation will out.
My ink well of impetus has sprung a leak
or maybe it's a new watering hole I seek.
I have not a drop to quench their thirst
no morning dew, nor afternoon shower
to give my wilting buds a reprieve in relief.
I've tried to save them all,
but half-hearted attempts were all in vain.
Not one more rhyme can I rescue from pain
and suffering loss. All hope is gone.
My fear is that I cannot express myself
in what was once an emotional voice.
No wonder my pages remain barren and blank,
except for the blotches of spilled ink.
My parchment lies in a state of immortal decay.
I relinquish my quill to a better hand than mine,
setting it free and pray that it may be forgiven
for my folly, for I've given it no choice.
I've only myself, this bereft poet, to thank.
Written January 24th, 2021
Judged N/A 2/22/21
Contest Open Poetry !
The old man had finished raiding the garbage cans outside Tines' store,
A few crusts of bread and a bit of sausage, his belly screamed for more,
Walking away he shivered, as he hid the book from the wind and rain,
For it was the only thing left from his past that in his possession remained!
The church's centers for the homeless and downtrodden were crammed full,
So once more, the old man gave the large cardboard box a big pull,
And down it fell to cover the homeless gent to keep him warm at night,
While all around him people walked in apathy aware of his lonely plight!
They were too busy worrying about their lives, to take the time to care,
Or else the lust for power and money, had left them no time to share,
Governments had raised the tax and condemned the older shops,
And farmers had lost their farms and drought had destroyed the crops!
The old man opened the book and his rough and broken voice was heard,
He didn't need a light to read by, 'cause he had memorized every word,
Someone close beside him said, 'Could you speak that bit once more?'
'Cause the guy lying across from me on the papers, has a mighty loud snore!'
So the old man 'turned' back the page and read again from the start,
And his voice rose in pure joy as he recalled the words to heart,
And the tired and hungry men listened to the stories that he spoke,
They thought that maybe in their miserable lives there was a ray of hope!
The old man regaled them with stories of the cruel, the brave and the strong,
Of a king that ruled in power and greed while a boy soothed him in song,
He told of strange places were people toiled and royalty made them slaves,
Of the butchering of little babies and the Tyrant who laid them in their graves!
The old man stopped then suddenly and the others heard him speak,
'Are you sure it is me that you need?' 'Am I the one you seek?'
The men saw then a light coming from where there should be none,
And lifting the box, they searched, for the old man he was gone!
His threadbare coat was lying and on it was the old man's book,
And one of the men had a few matches, striking it they had a look,
The cover said, 'The Holy Bible', and one of the men began to read,
The others sat down to listen and the Sower planted more seeds!
©Jane Richer
Nov. 15/2007
PART 1-- VINCENT DIED JULY 29
VINCENT VAN GOGH
Oh Vincent, too soon you said goodbye
Each time your love rejected, emotions set awry
Your hand above, the lamps hot flame
To prove in time, your love won’t wane
Each failure then, became your bane
That memory faded, but love, came not again
Your brothers love, the only one
Throughout your life, you counted on
And those few friends, which once were close
Each in their turn, did you dispose
Like those bad seeds “The Sower” threw
Were tossed aside, and never grew
Regressing shades, of grey from white
Lights that flickered, through the night
You became a somber, tortured soul
You tried but could not, find your role
The acceptance, which you hoped to find
With each descent, you lost your mind
On your release, from “Madhouse Garden”
Your senses dulled, your “Sorrow” hardened
You still envisioned, “Flowering Orchards” blooming
Contrasting days, frustrations looming
Shadows formed, in weightless plumes
From the “Old Cemetery Tower” and its tombs
Soon days of joy, your senses rouse
Bringing renovations, to “The Yellow House”
Long travels through, the countryside
Those paintings that, you did with pride
Enormous swings, from “Wheatfield’s In Rain”
To “Wheatfield With Crows”, that caused you pain
April 16 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 19-21
Key Verse –1Chronicles 19:13 Be of good courage, and let us behave ourselves valiantly for our people, and for the cities of our God: and let the LORD do that which is good in his sight.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GOOD COURAGE ENFORCER
Lord God, You are my good courage Enforcer as well as my life Comforter
Thank You for exhorting me to follow You, my goal Setter
To meet my needs for me to learn, grow, and live better
Always in Your plan, away from odious obstacles that deter.
Lord God, You are my good courage Enforcer as well as my battle Warrior
Thank You for bringing me to Your deliverance-interior
To strengthen my faith upon Your might that’s supremely superior
Always by Your valour since I’m humanly inferior.
Lord God, You are my good courage Enforcer as well as my heart Drawer
Thank You for pulling me toward Your safe prayer-tower
To lead my pursuits against slothfulness-blower
Always with Your peace so I can be a fruitful sower.
Lord God, You are my good courage Enforcer as well as my mind Ruler
Thank You for answering me as Your persistent caller
To let my supplication focus in trusting You, the perfect will-Revealer
Always through Your Word that affirms You as promise-Sealer.
Lord God, You are my good courage Enforcer as well as my future Protector
Thank You for blessing me as I follow You, my Almighty Director
To advise my spirit toward Your favored decision since You are my Instructor
Always along Your counsel that teaches me become a discipleship mentor.
Lord God, You are my good courage Enforcer as well as my repentance seeker
Thank You for enabling me to be Your church’s co-worker
To build-up my trust in Your partnership despite my being a covenant-breaker
Always for Your glory while overcoming attacks of commitment-wrecker.
Lord God, You are my good courage Enforcer as well as my power Giver
Thank You for granting me Your grace, making me Your blest receiver
To assure my soul of salvation-security against the evil deceiver
Always around Your love while sanctifying me to become Your holiness-thriver.
April 16, 2023
Lord, we honour You in our spiritual triumph* that shows Your compassion…
Always ready since our regeneration
Surely available for our sanctification
That we may be more faithful in our spiritual devotion.
Lord, we thank You for our faith triumph** that manifests Your grace…
Always marvelous since our pardon from sins and hell’s trace
Surely wonderful for our conviction’s strengthening brace
That we may be more committed in our Christian race.
Lord, we praise You midst our thanksgiving triumph that asserts Your mercy…
Always sustaining since our ransom from Satan’s piracy
Surely abounding for our testimony’s efficiency
That we be more diligent in our holiness-walk’s consistency.
Lord, we exalt You through our lockdown triumph that radiates Your peace…
Always soothing our souls since our healing from iniquities’ disease
Surely reliable for our comfort while Your heart we strive to please
That we may be more fervent in our faith, while in praying, we don’t cease.
Lord, we lift You along our Gospel-sharing triumph that preaches Your Word…
Always at work since our inclusion in Your divine record
Surely mighty for our transformation as life-changing sword
That we may be more steadfast, resisting to be worldly-devoured.
Lord, we esteem You by our prayer-triumph that exposes Your power
Always effective since our submission to Your sovereign tower
Surely helpful for our determination to be both Bible-hearer and doer
That we may be more productive as Gospel seed-sower.
Lord, we worship You with our service-triumph that affirms Your victory
Always evident since our rescue from eternal penalty’s fury
Surely magnificent for our proclamation of Your love story
That we may be more joyful in serving You toward heavenly glory.
*Psalm 47:1 O clap your hands, all ye people; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.
**2Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
February 16, 2020
February 15 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 25-28
Key Verse – Numbers 25:13 And he shall have it, and his seed after him, even the covenant of an everlasting priesthood; because he was zealous for his God, and made an atonement for the children of Israel.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY ZEAL IGNITER
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… charging me toward earnest repentance
Thank for inviting me to seek Your covenant of peace-assistance
As I rise up from the plague of leaving You, staying from a distance
And turn from Your wrath to stick to You with no resistance.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… correcting in being lured by beguiling worldliness
Thank for securing me with Your inheritance-goodness
As I win over my struggle against selfishness
And yield to Your control of sovereign holiness.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… challenging me to enjoy Your heavenly possession
Thank for settling me inside Your protection
As I praise You for including me in Your family of blest position
And offer to You my best devotion.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… changing me for Your glory
Thank for enabling me to submit to Your statutes’ jury
As I share with others precious Gospel story
And pass through trials toward Your victory.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… chaining me to Your sanctifying power
Thank for counselling me in my task as Your sower
As I depart from fleshly ambitious tower
And follow Your leadership for being Your soul-winning goer.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… checking me by Your truth and light
Thank for teaching me that in Your presence I must delight
As I honour You in walking by faith, not by sight
And accept Your law’s converting-transforming might.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… cheering me up through Your redemptive sacrifice
Thank for propelling me to continue in You with no disguise
As I exalt You for Your grace and mercy that suffice
And persevere to labour for You along Your compassion-price.
February 15, 2023
December 4 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Titus 1-3
Key Verse– Titus 1:2 In hope of eternal life, which God, that cannot lie, promised before the world began.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY ETERNAL LIFE’S HOPE
Lord God, You are my eternal life’s Hope
Who upholds me with Your divine promise
Thank You for manifesting to me Your immutable expertise…
Help my faith to increase through Your grace for steward-service
Within Your standards along Your anointed office.
Lord God, You are my eternal life’s Hope
Who guards me from false accusation
Thank You for admonishing me not to engage in filthy conversation…
Help my commitment to stick to Your sound doctrine’s instruction
Within Your rules’ direction against vanity’s deception.
Lord God, You are my eternal life’s Hope
Who teaches me always Your ways
Thank You for instilling in me Your truth’s yeas…
Help my devotion to pursue for Your approval rays
Within Your wisdom guiding me all the days.
Lord God, You are my eternal life’s Hope
Who speaks to me by Your charity
Thank You transforming me as I submit to Your authority…
Help my testimony abide in Your holiness-purity
Within Your pattern of uncorruption, chastity and sincerity.
Lord God, You are my eternal life’s Hope
Who protects me with Your righteousness
Thank You for keeping me in Your salvation-joyousness…
Help my conviction to persist with Your granted zealousness
Within Your sanctification toward vibrant blessedness.
Lord God, You are my eternal life’s Hope
Who subjects me to Your power
Thank You for exemplifying to me Your meekness against pride’s tower…
Help my humility to speak about the goodness You constantly shower
Within Your grace that supplies every kindness’ sower.
Lord God, You are my eternal life’s Hope
Who rebukes me with Your warning
Thank You for forgiving me of my confessed sinning…
Help my trust to reveal total dependence on You for precious learning
Within Your mercy that is marked by Your love for my gaining.
December 4, 2023
Ancestral Whispers
In the depths of the earth, the roots of time stretch like pulsing veins,
Nourishing the collective memory with the fertile essence of our past,
And I, a poet wandering through forgotten eras, gather crumbs of wisdom from the sacred soil.
Magical animals dance in my dreams, fluid contours of light and shadow,
Their eyes glisten with secrets as old as the world, their tongues speak in lost dialects,
And in every wing beat, in every footprint left in the dust, I read the story of creation.
Solitude envelops me like a cloak of mist, here at the border between worlds,
Visions overflow the edges of my mind like a turbulent river,
Words are born from silence, fragile at first, then growing in power and resonance.
Death and rebirth intertwine in a cosmic dance, eternal and implacable,
My body is a vessel of transformation, my mind—a cauldron where ancestral alchemies brew,
From the ashes of the old self rises, a reborn Phoenix, the poet initiated into the mysteries of the universe.
The ecstasy of the primordial dance envelops my being, the rhythm beats in my blood,
Feet strike the earth in sync with the heartbeat of Mother Gaia,
And in the whirl of movement, the boundaries between self and others melt into a sacred union.
The tribe's work is silent prayer, hands united in common effort,
Sweat of the brow mixed with earth becomes the bond that ties us to ground and sky,
In every gesture, in every breath, we are part of the great ritual of life.
I look back to history and forward to the wilderness, a tightrope walker on the thread of the present,
My words are bridges between past and future, between known and mystery,
In my verses reflects the true measure of things, a balance against the ignorance of the times.
I am the keeper of archaic values, the voice that whispers in the roar of modernity,
Torchbearer in the night of forgetting, sower of dreams in the barren fields of routine,
And my poems are seeds of magic planted in the fertile soil of souls that still know how to listen to the whispers of the Earth.
October 11 Scripture Meditations Based on John 3-4
Key Verse – John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME
Thank You for loving me a sinner, saved by Your grace
Who’s worthy of hell with wrath’s trace…
Yet, You rescued me through Your heart’s embrace
For me to esteem You along my grateful praise.
Thank You for loving me a sinner, sanctified by Your goodness
Who’s condemned for hell’s perilousness…
Yet, You cleansed me through Your redemption’s holiness
For me to please You along my imputed righteousness.
Thank You for loving me a seeker, satisfied by Your generosity
Who’s bound to suffer due to iniquities’ penalty…
Yet, You reached down to me through Your sacrifices’ humility
For me to follow You along my enlightened spirituality.
Thank You for loving me a student, steadfast by Your instruction
Who’s ignorant along folly’s destruction and deception…
Yet, You keep teaching me to learn from Your Word of admonition
For me to enjoy discipleship in fulfilling great commission.
Thank You for loving me a steward, secured by Your governing
Who’s barren because of transgressions’ performing…
Yet, You forgave me through Your mercy’s prevailing
For me to work for You along my faithful labouring.
Thank You for loving me a servant, settled by Your greatness-grant
Who’s slothful aside from being arrogant…
Yet, You moved me through Your commands’ voice that’s pleasant
For me to submit to You along partnership-covenant.
Thank You for loving me a soldier, strengthened by Your goal
Who’s discouraged against foes’ pole…
Yet, You empowered me through Your call’s role
For me to fight for You along my revived soul.
Thank You for loving me a sower, supplied by Your Gospel seed
Who’s lost midst religiosity’s need…
Yet, You found me through Your compassion’s deed
For me to testify for along my heavenly creed.
October 11, 2022