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Hear ye wisdom’s excellence
thankful to God for our existence
testifying about grand natural essence
as trees* of noteworthy functional prevalence
oozing with aesthetic environmental iridescence.
Weathering all seasons, varied roles we fulfill
being perennial or "long lived plants" steadfastly still
in the forest, valleys, at the backyards, or upon every hill
classified as deciduous and evergreen trees of scientific thrill
serving well as resources the Almighty provides for mankind’s good will.
Our value showcases the Lord’s commitment
with our partnership to be useful in every engagement
such as furnishing oxygen, essential for breathing moment
along food, shelter, medicines, tools, bridges of great enrichment
midst ecological enjoyment, health investment, and life-enhancement.
As our leaves mitigate heat
we share climate amelioration feat
improve air quality toward a joyous greet
conserve water, preserve soil where we all meet…
midst our community and social contributions, hard to beat.
Peace we exude can vanquish stress
wafting freedom that relieves woe and distress
along playgrounds, we bring joy of serenity-buttress
whereas parks and resorts become rejuvenation-fortress
inspiring a poet ready for songstress and choir conductress.
We praise the Creator for enabling us to be a delight
since our wondrous usefulness pleases Him with full might
maximizing our best for optimized utility of triumphant height
with His blessings to be shared with love, devoid of selfishness-blight…
Now, our question to people: why are you exploiting us for greediness’ flight?
*Psalm 104:16 The trees of the LORD are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted.
Personification in Rhyme form
May 22, 2022
2nd place, "Wisdom from Trees" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 5/28/2022.
February 19 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 5-9
Key Verse– Deuteronomy 5:2-3 The LORD our God made a covenant with us in Horeb. The LORD.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY COVENANT MAKER
Lord God, You are my covenant Maker
Who brought me out from Satan’s bondage powerfully
Thank You for keeping me in Your sanctification daily…
Please forgive me for taking Your name in vain deceitfully
I now bow down to You with sincerity willingly.
Lord God, You are my covenant Maker
Who prolongs my days graciously
Thank You for leading me to walk in all Your ways conscientiously…
Please forgive me for neglecting Your commandments deliberately
I should hear You speak to me compassionately.
Lord God, You are my covenant Maker
Who teaches me Your Word constantly
Thank You for preserving me in Your righteousness ceaselessly…
Please forgive me for showing You my shallow commitment obviously
I indeed fear You reverentially.
Lord God, You are my covenant Maker
Who delivers me from worldliness to stay in Your will joyously
Thank You for causing me to desire You and Your presence delightfully…
Please forgive me for serving You half-heartedly
I ought to obey You with fervent love ardently.
Lord God, You are my covenant Maker
Who proves me with Your perfection circumspectly
Thank You for establishing me in Your Scriptures steadfastly…
Please forgive me for forgetting to apply Your principles wisely
I truly live for You earnestly.
Lord God, You are my covenant Maker
Who fences me around Your standards securely
Thank You for pardoning me of my sins I confess honestly…
Please forgive me for indulging in filthiness You hate sternly
I need to follow You submissively.
Lord God, You are my covenant Maker
Who hearkens to my prayers attentively
Thank You for enclosing me inside Your arms mercifully…
Please forgive me for minimizing Your granted inheritance ignorantly
I must believe You with full trust faithfully.
February 19, 2023
I’ve come to my autumn years
While my heart falls silent
Trembling with its gentle tears
Reflecting on the former things
Some hopes and other fears
I’ve come to my ending days
When my soul yearns for light
Shining tenderness who prays
For comfort of the worrier
Needing healing of anxious ways
I’ve come to my lost, faded dreams
When breathless smiles reach out
Caressing me with joys it seems
Alive and yearning in hues of grace
Ringing with kindly, rosy themes
I’ve come to my darkest dismay
Whispering fright in nightmares
Weakening one who will portray
All the sweetness of joyful prayers
Praise of the One who I’ll not betray
I’ve come to my finishing of the race
Reflecting on the gentleness of thanks
Raining down love that can’t replace
The music in the soul, the wonderous hope
Of an affection I’ll never be able to erase
I’ve come to my conclusion, lastly
Awakening life in the heart and soul
Coloring feelings in hues so vastly
They stir up promises of the end
When love burns so alive, steadfastly
I’ve come to my close of my lifetime
Where my spirit reflects on insights
Basking in joys that lived in old time
When my heart was more familiar
With the presence of famous springtime
Whether I let the past embrace me
With its splendors, it’s exaltations
Or I finally let go and simply agree
The time has come to turn my heart
Toward God where I’ll be set free
I’ll let go and let God take my soul
Up to the heavens where I’ll give Him
All my praise, all my spirit to console
With the knowledge that I’m living
With the One who made my heart whole
“…I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”*
Such Scripture truth braces me up with God’s grace
Propelling me to move on, bounce back, march forward
Every time my yearning for my human-fortress intensifies.
Vulnerable to attacking nostalgic angst
I’m now succumbing to the reminiscence-force
My heart cannot defy, and surely my mind can’t deny.
Vividly lingering, and now steadfastly clinging …
Images of my Dad’s cheerful countenance
Prodding and inspiring me to do my utmost
Caress of his hands, soothing my feverish forehead
Nurturing while gearing-up my faith-fortitude
The warmth of his loving fatherly counsel
Punctuated with, “I love you, my darling daughter.”
There I was with my dear Dad in his intensive care nook
Singing psalms, reading Bible verses to him
Praying fervently… yet hiding my grief.
With my hands clasped in his, I saw him smile with his boyish grin
Uttering no word, but I heard in my heart his shout of care...
Serenely, he gave up his final mortal breath
Leaving me and my siblings grateful to the Almighty Father
While singing “It is well with my soul.”
I imagined my phone ringing, “Hello, Dad… I miss you…”
Staring at his photo, I exclaimed
“I see you and Mom holding hands in heaven.”
Calendar reverberates awakening reality…
Dad’s celebrating with angels his death anniversary.**
*Hebrews 13:5 “… I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”
Today is one month death anniversary of Dad who went home to heaven on January 2, 2019 at 5PM.
February 2, 2019
Written on the one month death anniversary of Dad who went home to heaven on January 2, 2019 at 5PM
1st place, “Loved and Lost” Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 1/26/2023
1st place, “Poem Titled Saudade” Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 2/24/2019
"He won’t paint", cried out the Father
suspecting a flame of genius
in the toddler’s eyes.
The painterly parent bought paper, acrylics,
oils, brushes, chalks, and crayons,
not even a finger painting emerged.
The child steadfastly refused to paint.
The father pleaded:
“For the glory of God why not paint!”
His offspring only turned away
to suck a thumb.
Months past…years.
The child grew to be a sullen teenager.
He began to write poetry – and such woeful,
doleful poetry!
Exclamation marks rose up in heaven
as thick as bamboo forests.
His father read them, his face grew ashen
with a sickly alarm.
The poems spoke of phantasmagorical visions,
hordes of screaming demons, dismembered
herds of hapless humans.
Abysmal were the visions the boy unleashed
from his newly erupted consciousness.
Presentiments flew up from the pages
as horrid as the blood-red dragons of Hades.
Upon reading his son’s latest works
the father exclaimed:
“For God’s sake, NEVER paint!”
He took the young man for long walks in the country,
forced him to join a local soccer team,
suggested a military career,
alas
the boy began to paint.
WISDOM WAS FOUND
The day moves me into this ultimate search
Of the principality that Lords over life
And rules over Kings, nobles, aged and Princes
As my desire yearns for that which is profitable to direct.
Steadfastly aiming to avoid the natural consequences
Invited by my wrong actions and life's fitful fall,
I grope for the path of the higher realm,
Then realise that even the word of God
Is searched and tried in the furnace of fire 7 times.
I surrender my eyes to her rebuke
And embark further into the land of the greats
Even the discouraging and slothful wind
Couldn't strangle my lamp
Amidst intimidating and daring storms
Where men's soul stagger not
But swaggers into celestial hall of fame,
Owing to grace, persistence and doggedness.
If only I find her, discretion will preserve me
From the perversity of the diabolic whose path is crooked,
I thought of the rags of time,
How I had stalled in movements in life's race
Where I was born to take the lead;
My heart cried for an ornament of grace.
Who shall then buy me one?
Still I hear no answer but one from me
Then I sell all that's within me just for her bosom.
Even my manliness and ego holds me not.
Who can withhold himself from speaking?
For real you have instructed many,
You have strengthened weak hands,
Your words have upheld him who was stumbling
And have strengthened the feeble frigid knees.
By the blast of God you were let loosed
And all your enemies are subdued and fade away.
God understands her way - ask Him 'how'?
And He knows her place - find it now!
For He looks to the ends of the earth,
And sees under the whole heavens,
To establish a weight for the wind,
And apportion the waters by measure
When a law was made for the rain
And a path for the thunderbolt,
Then He saw Wisdom and declared it;
Prepared it, indeed, He searched it out.
To men He said, "the fear of the Lord is wisdom
And to depart from evil is understanding."
Written by: Vick Manuel (VickWizzy)
Copyright© 2013.
Reference: New King James version (NKJV), Thomas Nelson [1978], copyright 1982, Job 28v23,28; pg301.
Steps
shaking
stand surely
striving to stride
steadfastly sober
stretching skills, not sudden
shaped along serene success*
supplicating, shining--- soaring
smiting slothfulness and selfishness…
sharing blessings from God’s supply store
secured through faith of stewardship
settled against dearth sorrows
suffice, conquering stress
sustained for showing
s a t i s f i e d s o u l
serves well sans
steadfast
stops.
*Joshua 1:8-9 This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success. Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.
Nonet form with alliteration
March 11, 2026
1st place, "Open the Door and Enter the World of Possibilities" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick; judged on 5/17/2026
I don't believe in half measures,
to live by such is solely to live but not to be alive.
I want to experience the beauty of life in all of its manifestations.
I want to feel the spray on my face as I sail through singing along with the Sirens.
There is no past and no future wherein we live,
only an eternal present, and within this I want to love you; to love you fully, strongly, and steadfastly.
If my love doesn't melt your heart then all you need say is stop.
For to live alive is to embrace all things, and
No matter how great there is no pain which out weighs the joy of love shared by those who dare.
OF WARS AND PEACE EVERYWHERE
Around the world—evil raging wars continue to be steadfastly fought
In the name of lasting peace;
The military industrial complexes have found the puppets they’ve sought,
Both in the ruling West and East;
Mislead cannon fodders on each side, are being sent as heroic anti terrorists—
To theirs and others death;
While the war mongers play pass time war games of might military strategist—
Claiming what of Earth’s resources are left.
Nuclear power is once again the most prized of all sought after possessions;
Embryo and fetus organs are the new ticker tapes.
Bloated bellies—reflecting world hunger—have become the victims of recessions;
Freedom and justice, victims of world-wide rapes;
Meanwhile, the pursuit of life, liberty and happiness of a roof over our head,
Have become worthless pursuits of the game;
No matter how loud the cries and screams of the masses of walking dead,
The mongers cry, ‘ask God who’s to be the blame’.
Around the world—Sabbaths continue to be segregated as peace is from love;
War remains the king pin.
The hawk remains on high—his talons clutching the neck of the defenseless dove:
Bigotry and war know no sin.
The dawn of the Age of Aquarius has come and gone—nothing has really changed
As the prophecies predicted and supposed.
Today, another new day is upon the horizon—faith and hope having long arranged
A peace only the angles could have reposed.
Behold, the many rivers we’ve crossed, now flow into the sea of a new found day;
None can stem the tides of the blood flow of peace and equity streaming our way.
Whispering wings bring to me life’s great news
Heavenly melodious midst sublime muse
Love of God for me will forever stay
To Him I am drawn by His gracious way
Since He owns me, my heart never leaving
Thus, I yield to HIM; steadfastly cleaving.
Whispering wings carry me toward bliss
Beyond mirth of birth cries mothers can’t miss
The Lord with His covenant care seals me tight
Bound by His faithfulness of mercy’s might
To secure me within His fellowship
Thus, I bask in our sweet relationship.
Whispering wings reverberate blest hope
Comforting me while from trials I cope
Almighty Father grants contentment gain
Abounding with sufficiency reign
Satisfying needs by His fulfillments
Vanquishing dearth toward grateful moments.
Whispering wings relay infinite grace
Assuring Christ’s warm presence of truth-brace
Blazing love divine ceaselessly prevails
Passionately quenching hate's wrathful heat
Since His ardent compassion never fails
Intensifying bitterness' defeat.
Whispering wings propel me to soar high
Ascending with faith’s prayer* I do fly
For spiritual meeting with my Saviour
Imparting divine blessed behavior
Toward pursuits of joyous reaching-out
Sharing His peace that echoes praise-filled shout.
*Philippians 4:6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
January 14, 2022
5th place, "Whispering Wings" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 1/14/2022.