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Let me never defy God’s instruction
And redefine it based on my notion...
...Being warned of such carnal commotion
I yield to Him with joyous submission.
Let me never undermine God’s design
And pursue after my worldly dream sign...
...Being helped from tendency to resign
I fulfill tasks to me He did assign.
Let me never neglect God’s good project
And insist on my vain selfish prospect...
...Being told that His will I can’t reject
I trust His best for me with faith's respect.
Let me never abuse God’s gracious ways…
...I should thank, praise, love Him all my life’s days*!
*Psalm 27:4 One thing have I desired of the LORD, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD…
March 20, 2019
Manner of serving God* requires humility:
recognizing who’s in authority
devoid of arrogance and haughtiness’ tenacity
doing so with earnest sincerity-----
-----That truth echoes the Lord's will for service-functionality:
my commitment anchored by biblical spirituality.
Method of sacrificing to the Saviour asks for submission-completeness
seeking first His kingdom and His righteousness
denying self toward obedience-willingness
praying with fervency along grateful worshipfulness----
----- Such is what the Scriptures state midst compassion's gloriousness:
my supplication along gracious devoutness.
Message of stewardship in the Lord asserts living by His grace-bestowment:
sharing the Gospel for people’s redemption as Christian commitment
exalting the Almighty in every ministry-involvement
becoming a blessing to someone with love’s empowerment-----
-----Thus was exemplified by biblical servants midst life-building engagement:
my yearning to practice through my creed and deed fulfillment.
*Acts 20:19 Serving the Lord with all humility of mind, and with many tears, and temptations…
July 29, 2019
Edited on July 29, 2022
1st place, "John Duns Scotus" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick; judged on 3/28/2022.
A cyclone forms, this tornado scorns
A near-by village retreat.
Frightening to see.
Rain drops pound like drums,
whistling winds, sounds of a tambourine.
Striking distant lightening,
a fierce fear rapidly heightening.
I can't control my shaking hands..
It's cold,
shivering in mother natures
chilling submission hold.
Dark clouds twist into satanic forms.
Like that demonic figure,
with tremendous horns.
It is freezing cold now,
as this storm unfolds.
Boulder size hail is born,
I sit and video tape natures ****.
This storm rapes, vigorously.
This near-by village retreat.
Jared Pickett
11/4/09
Asavvy1
Given that under the Mars-specific support system
I am allowed a home
I will look to making more bowls of sea
Less foam
Tired here as I am of four closing walls
I would look for space
Obviously under a shadow of a grace
Resembling your face
My brain starves for lack of oxygen
I would seek more plants
From your fondling hands
At my window
Moving to and fro
Swaying and floating in the air
Debonair
Exhausted from the societal inequality
I would ask for proportion
In the size and shape of life
Your love in all strife
No knife around
But if the same humans settle in Mars too
With your handsome features my love
Will they spare you?
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May 10, 2016
Submission for Life on Mars – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
120 years ago,
A woman could not vote.
A few strong women,
Started to rock the boat.
Most women were ok,
Taking orders from the men.
The few strong women,
They had another plan.
You could not say,
No to sex.
A maid, a mommy,
He keeps you in check.
The strong women needed
To be heard.
The men said,
They were crazy and absurd.
A wife is treated,
As a slave.
A mind of her own,
The woman craved.
The men went to war,
The ladies went to work.
The men came home,
Went berserk.
No credit without,
Your husband's permission.
All things with men center
On power and submission.
We have the need,
We have the aptitude.
They have strength,
We have attitude.
It is time to unite,
Stand strong.
What's right is right,
What's wrong is wrong.
Abortion is not the issue,
It's power and control.
We stand together,
Or forever remain a lost soul.
Turbo1904 ?
Remembering all of those late nights seeing
the shadows of your silhouette.
My heart begins to pound like a
damsel indistress.
Blood streaming through my veins like a nice flow of
champane called 'Moet'.
Losing one's breathe with each beat,
indiscret with hope that once again we will
meet.
Sweat drippin from the romantic evation,
Yelling out from seeing the contour of the man's
persuasion.
Tossing and turning into one's deminsion,
Feeling like a school girl going to detention,
In remission of one's own submission.
Only time will tell the tale
When time is on time.
Time is not blind to the necked eye,
Only time is blind to no time.
Awakening from an enchanted scene,
Looking for ones king,
Seeing the stars bling,
Just to sing into a memory....
Of a lover's dream.
Tiffany Saxon
A sudden plunge into grey
people, pets, and homes fall prey
hurried storm clouds gather
howling wind thrashing through trees
In submission lay fallen leaves
branches finally capitulate
bending to gale force winds
merciless Flagellation
rain pelts down hard
thunder roars with authority
lightning flashes menacing anger
striking blue, purple, orange bolts
tossed around with rage
boats float on water like dolls
broken and bent electric poles
homes are flooded
people displaced
Donald Trump shows his face
deployment of people to help
dealing with this devastating hell
she does not relent
Mother Nature is hell bent.
In haste as I watch the news.
Two social crystals
Two lovely books together
Under lamp of love
One mere paperback
The other hardbound gilded
Intense struggle on
“We shall overcome”
Resonated day and night
A rope walking tight
Page combined with page
A new book of poems grew
As a haiku came
Baby on her toes
Tremor occurred but the ball
Every time bounced back
A third book now grows
New story of a new home
Blue waves in white foam
In their shell a pearl
Now a ten year old bright boy
The family’s joy
Time moves on the shore
I still look to forming waves
In poetry caves
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May 4, 2016
Format 5-7-5 : (www. howmanysyllables.com)
Submission for Haiku on “My Family” – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : marvin celestial
There's something quite evident
I am a product of malcontent
But I haven't been bought yet
I am out but yet I'm IN
Outback across the way
I AM
Out
Outback across the way
So you say I am paid yet I'm still enslaved
But well behaved haven't been across the tracks
Haven't been released nor relink quest
Nor have I been banquet
Out back across the way
For you throw and hurl sticks and stones
you crush me with intent on to my bones
Yet you have show me love
Of course why must I wear these gloves
Not gonna fight any one
I'm out back on the tracks
Not looking back
Freedoms got me bound
I am fine now
Out back across the way
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Eber & Wein Publishing poem submission
.January 12 2014
Dance of the Spheres
As clear crystal fiery stars dance through the Milky Way
The music of Heaven’s spheres vibrates harmonies -
In dainty minuets comet’s trails and starry orbs waltz into the day.
With solar breezes astral tarantellas dip and sway
Celestial instruments in tune for moonlit symphonies
As clear crystal fiery stars dance through the Milky Way.
Adagio storms of fantasies through stardust cadence play
While cosmic timpani compose the choreography -
In dainty minuets comet’s trails and starry orbs waltz into the day.
Star dances of the seasons rotate in theaters of great plies
While heavenly chimes call the vesper’s dance in rhapsodies
As clear crystal fiery stars dance through the Milky Way.
Sparks of shattered fireballs take their place - the astronomic stage -
The pulsing planet steps with the eternal dance card agree
In dainty minuets comet’s trails and starry orbs waltz into the day.
In arabesque my spirit leaps to join the spheres ballet
The rotating company in lines - jettes of crystalline astronomy,
As clear crystal fiery stars dance through the Milky Way
In dainty minuets comet’s trails and starry orbs waltz into the day.
3-1-22
Contest: An Original Villanelle
Sponsor: L. Milton Hanks
N/A 3/3/22
9-19-22
Contest: Your Second Chance Second Submission
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
The Villanelle was originally a Spanish/Italian Renaissance dance song. The French poet Jean Passerat is credited with writing the first “modern” villanelle in 1606.