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We grow up striving to be perfect…we’re told…perfection is the way…but we soon learn no one is ever perfect…every moment of every day.
Realizing total perfection is impossible…we settle on a different plan…
We begin to look for moments of perfection where and when we can.
Luckily they are not hard to find…trust me…someone who’s been looking for a while…because every moment of perfection has at its heart…a smile.
It may be a little love you’ve given…or a little love you have received…but once you feel or see a smile…perfection is achieved.
So instead of trying to be perfect…this is my philosophy…
if I can make one person smile…I know a moment if perfection has found it’s way to me.
Take these verses I write each day…trying to write the perfect poem…is a hopeless goal…indeed…which means my imperfect poems and verses are all you get to read.
But even if one imperfect poem makes you smile…my heart and soul agree…that one moment of perfection…
is good enough for me.
Against the odds, among the brave, his class was not defined by race
Talent can never be confined by color, race, nor faith, or time
He climbed his way with dignity within a world of bigotry,
and found acclaim, while making waves, when racial boundaries
fanned the flames
He earned a place in history
He raised the bar, and paved the road. He played each part with brilliancy
He bore the load and carved a path, with courage and humility
In a racist world, he earned respect, where few before had found a way
He crawled inside each role he played, and gave them life, from deep within
He wore the skin of many men, with a courageous, calm insistence
One early role, that stirred the pot, was a plot pledged to his love's fair skin
Yes! Shocking some!!.....But soon he'd find, applause for wedging understanding
A cause that spiraled racial growth, and better yet, acceptance
Another role where deadlocked chains, with ankles bound, two fugitives
while on the run, we cheered them on........and viewers too, unlocked old ways
"To Sir, With Love" above, beyond, his art would teach us how to change
"Mister Tibbs!!"........he said it clear!!....."Don't call me BOY! Don't you dare!"
We believed in what we heard, courageous rage, that we could cheer!
He sang with nuns while we clapped hands.......they built a church in desert sand
He won awards for gentle grace, and won a place in history
He warmed the screen with soul and truth, and paved the way for striving youth
who want to be a legend too, be it black or white or green or blue
Bahamian bred, Defiant One, Ambassador, Freedom's reward
Against all odds, he logged his time, to change the tide of narrow minds
A winsome smile, with deeper lines, that swayed the Lillies of the Field...
He was a fugitive against a time, when racial tones were bound by chains
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He stood among the fervor and frenzy
of the mob there to greet him;
he gazed at the smiles that reached
all the way to their eyes.
That field susurrated a contented sigh,
sun glowing gold on the dust
as he made his anticipated return
to this his home, this his stage.
Each man who had e'er taken up the gauntlet
wore it only once against him,
each unknown to him in the breaths before the bout,
each forgotten in the blood beneath his boots.
The cheers were for his glory alone,
the hungering cries, the lustful roar;
eager for a display of violent prowess,
urgently seeking the thrill of a victory.
Yet today those calls met his ear ragged, hollow,
and many days afore this the same;
how many more to the ground would he send,
how much more carnage could he carry out?
He caught in his adversary's eyes that same doubt,
alike the wear of purposeless, performed war;
alas, the scene was set, the players placed,
the gladiators helpless but to battle.
The horn resounded, the clarion call to clash,
and blade met air as he eluded the first swing;
blow for blow they struggled, striving to strike,
inch over inch of empty dirt their contest strained.
He found that he fought not for praise this day,
but for life, against this villain so close to himself;
against this demon with eyes much the same as his,
against this monster bearing also the crimson stain.
Eventide blazing crossed his sight
as the golden disc turned red,
as his sword found his enemy at last,
as his foe's so caught him finally true.
Here he saw, at the finale of the feud,
he was alone in the arena of his life and of his death,
as forsaken as the myriad in his wake;
silence met the fall of the sanguine scion.
famous in God’s sight
my spirit’s earnest prayer
pleasing Him by faith…
striving for Christ’s sake
with good* works from servant’s heart
exalting His name…
yielding selfishness
conquering vain glory’s pride
lurking in deceit…
joyous to declare
trust in the Lord Who loves much
for blest redemption.
Colossians 1:10 That ye might walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of God.
March 13, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (May 25)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/25/2021.
Wonder's Mother, Misery
Digging up the philosophical topic:
Disputing bliss as the ultimate state.
Argues that striving for worthy causes
is crucial to satisfaction.
Told as a narrative:
I settle for serenity before empathy emerges.
Fortune arrives! Freedom's apostle forsakes anguish
Gifted infinite Bliss, my solace destined deservedly
Stream of clarity meanders a universal language
Friction's absence nestles purity imperviously
Embalmed in Calm's acclaimed lake, swan flossed
Rythemical ripples push potent satisfaction
Praises recited by besotted Constancy credulous
echo honey hive hums of hexagonal exaction
Departing debaucherous City vividly abhorred
Putrid brutality writhes with tired rivalries
Beanstalk brings salvation, stem thrust forward
Garnered ease guarantees Eden's glories
Possessive Bliss demands spellbound devotion
Heaven threatened if Bliss discerns disloyalty
Clouds combine to combat empathy's erosion
Chastise my facile option of blind buoyancy
Fog's fugitives scowl at my serenity tenuous
Big top brandishing condemns complacency
Stampede creatures wet sterile to spectacle
Aloof cautions, storm's rampage prophesied
Thunder's scorn in boisterous cloud growls,
" Are your horizons devoid of curiousity?"
Lightning despises consolation Bliss allows
" Ventures usher insight, mishaps carve tenacity. "
My plaintive protest, " Bliss gives reality reprieve."
Vehement gust howls, " Glassy serenity smothers"
Truth edits template, discards denial' s dry leaves
" Necessary Misery is Wonder's Mother."
"Wonder's discoveries honour researchers who develop them
Trials and triumph craft tapestry immaculately woven
Showcased esteem denies distinction endless spectrum
Taunting tranquility extends pledges inevitably broken."
Narcotic Bliss persuades with privilege of inaction
Compassion scaffolds resilience duly collected
Pragmatic rain alerts to a pertinent maxim
Intrigue's face created by Misery's descendant
July 2020
Written: June 25, 2023
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We evolved toward the Zenith Ringers.
While no daylight is expected, I am thrilled.
With Banana Cakes, Cheez Whiz, and Zingers.
At Family Dollar's end, our hearts are tilled.
Maybe with Viagra or Valium to help us relax.
Even children suffer from heart attacks.
We sought refuge in modest pleasures.
We spotted willow trees in the ledgers.
Rising from within hexahedron walls.
Within the warmth of the Dollar Tree.
Nature's splendor is revealed, rising tall.
The American syntax is a story to foresee.
This is how the yarn of each firm ends.
Zombies stranded on the planet Zoom.
The new wildlife biology is an odd room.
In the Neptune State, Job's parking trends
We're being taken down to the ocean.
where we plunged into the dim abyss.
Saw the ruins of an ideal ship with emotion.
on a covert task, with mysteries to reminisce.
"Cheap America Lot" went into the search engine.
It brought me odd and creative results, as Chen Yun
There's Outpost Lot, Balaclava America, and Snap Cheap.
Names reflect our place in the world, for eagles must sleep.
Nothing else truly needs to be said.
To drive you on your ascent to the sky.
Has filled us with both hope and dread.
Maybe there will be fewer zebras someday.
existing unrestrainedly in the wild.
Amazon plays ZZ Top's remade tracks.
Happiness in the form of music restyled
But for now, we accept solace in the tax.
In the public squares where we meet and talk.
As well as paparazzi photos of famous people.
In cosmic cruisers and Super-Yachts, such as Hawk.
We practice space travel in our fantasies sheeple.
The lower class, for now, is striving for ease.
Despite devouring pizza in general squeeze,
As no tolerance establishes the standard.
Let the jigsaw fall, which signifies a fresh lanyard.
products of the Lord God that's what are children are
works in progress whom we pray will in life go very far
looking at these young men who wear their pants hanging down
with their rear ends exposed
I often wonder what was going through their minds
when they purchased those clothes
we live in a world where you only get one chance to make a first impression
so what do they assume people think about them in the way they are dressing
there's nothing wrong with doing your own thing but the youth need to be aware
that we are all products of the Lord God for it was He who put us here
God is our Creator for it was He who gave us the breath of life
God is our Father, our Holy Spirit and our Savior Jesus the Christ
to be a product of the church is to be a child of God
to be a work in progress striving for a righteousness of heart
to raise your children in the ways of Christ so that they'll never stray
is the best way to make sure that they'll be successful in every way
I'm not talking about just titles, riches nor college degrees
I'm talking about raising children to be productive in every capacity
for them to polite, successful, respectful, courteous and kind
for our children to be a reflection of what God has in mind
most children raised in the church tend to have less struggle, stress and strife
they tend to become well-adjusted adults who have a firm grip on life
they know how to speak in public they are more confident and sure
the know that they are loved and always being encouraged
for the word of God is what they stand for
they tend to dress and present themselves in a manner most impressing
for as children of Christ they are assured of the Lord God's blessing
they're less anxious, less addictive, less likely to be violent or kill
they know that they can unburden themselves by trusting in the Lord God's will
our children works in progress products of the Sovereign God
raise them up in the ways of Christ from which they will never depart
Depression vol 13 ~ Loveless
How dull I feel, writing of the same
eternal misery like all those before me;
All my fellow poets, or the regretful
artists lyrics, that forever seem to plea,
As fickle as a coin toss, as
rare as the solar eclipse,
If you happen to lose, the
agony as brutal as warships,
Still no matter the price, I still yearn
desperately to gain the magic promised in this prize,
However, I can't help but doubt that
its all nothing but naively held lies,
The concoction of soul mates and love
at first sight; just whimsical, misplaced hope,
Still wishing of knights in armour,
whilst modern men just cuss and grope,
Such an alien concept, watching all the
connections others seem to effortlessly make,
Maybe I should be grateful my delicate
soul doesn't dare risk this stake,
Yet, feeling the even slightest of
butterflies, it instantly quells my nihilism,
Ignorantly forgetting disastrous past
attempts, the causality to my cynicism,
But reality eventually always kicks in,
brutally extinguishing my daydreams,
Reconfirming this simply will never be,
slipping me between the two extremes,
Either miserably longing for
the simplest of attention,
Or drowning in loneliness,
isolated like in permanent detention,
Forced to absorb the suffocating
joy paraded around by other couples,
Knowing for me this shall never be,
bitterly unclenching my knuckles,
Like my demons would ever allow
me true happiness to ever take place,
As if I would ever be ahead,
in this or any other rigged race,
Maybe I'm just never to understand
the complex torture that is romance,
Doomed to continously be
discounted at any first glance,
Turning stupidly, jaded with envy,
I still attempt to appear remorseful,
Hearing friends petty quarrels,
trying not to be too forceful,
I guess it shall remain an unsolved mystery,
whether I will ever grasp it,
Leaving the question for my psychic,
but doubting I shall ever ask it,
Trying my best to wish all those
happy partners well in their peaceful bliss,
But just attempting to forget the
trauma of my dreadful first ever kiss,
Wondering if I can find meaning in
my life without this missing part,
Striving to find contentment,
even with the gaping hole in my heart.
Life is a group of stages.
Gently I will explain the pages.
The past is documented and stored away.
The present is our story, being added to every day.
With life, Springs eternal hope.
All the colors of a kaleidoscope.
Precious memories galore.
Knowledge of every kind to store.
We all co-exist each and every one,
Some destitute some having fun.
Life is what you make it, they say,
Each striving to be better than yesterday.
The last and most important of the stages three,
God has locked from sight and He keeps the key.
With the Lord reigning as the foundation of our salvation
Let’s do right* as His children, growing unto perfection
By His sanctification along our holy separation
While walking according to His instruction.
With the Lord talking to us through the Scripture
Let’s do right, anchored upon truth in our learning venture
By His wisdom directing our Bible-based gesture
While standing firmly upon righteousness-posture.
With the Lord assuring our worship victory
Let’s do right, giving Him all the glory
By His favour upon our presence in His sanctuary
While seeking first His kingdom, involving in His ministry.
With the Lord God asserting His heavenly standard
Let’s do right, yielding to Him our testimony’s safeguard
By His security against temptations, indeed hard
While raising His banner in marching forward.
With the Lord setting His sovereign plan’s wondrousness
Let’s do right, showing our willing submissiveness
By His guidance for our faith’s steadfastness
While following Him with humility’s earnestness.
With the Lord welcoming our diligent cleaving
Let’s do right, persevering in our service-striving
By His might enabling our sacrificial giving
While labouring for the Great Commission’s thriving.
With the Lord blessing our faithful stewardship
Let’s do right, being polished as His divine workmanship
By His compassionate partnership of loving leadership
While enjoying His offered relationship and sweet fellowship.
*Deuteronomy 13:18 When thou shalt hearken to the voice of the LORD thy God, to keep all his commandments which I command thee this day, to do that which is right in the eyes of the LORD thy God.
August 2, 2020
Honorable Mention, " STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (17),any form,any theme" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/5/2020.