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Hydrangea Influence
Pull of gravity drawn on the senses, hydrangea scent
Fragrance bliss, orgasmic burst, flowering forth
Explains beauty one petal at a time in naked white
Flavors come on nasal whiffs in flight
Fragile buds nod to blossoms under the glacial moon
Delicately delicious invisible friends seen once again
Spread up ahead on garden paths
On wings of spring
Past the river, nature at its best begins
When growing wild in the woods
Blossoms form, born perfect just in time
Birth of aroma, breath inhales, forgets to let it go
Love on the stem and leaves fill up imaginations
Displayed on gray days, nature dances, pollen laughs
Garden mesmerized, on its knees, satiated under breeze
Earth submits, to the tease, seasons color strokes
Memory knows flowers from the dirt
Moves the Earth to drink it in
Discerning, blown open, flirting with the wind
Without a voice without a sound on softer ground
Spoken only on the breeze in leisure
Tranquil undergrowth abounds
Honey layered, thick as lust
Purer than a woman’s womb
Thrusting forth perfumes
Hydrangeas fill the need of spring
Shimmer under moon light in naked white
Light up mid night for those who want to know
Aromas are not allowed to lie in flower beds
They seek out noses on their own and spread
Hydrangeas know exactly what to do
While filling up exhausted souls, exhaling truth
Before the beauty, love comes first
Selfish aims in kindness-guise… I dare to confront
As my soul welcomes challenges with hope
Triumphantly while thankful spirit does cope
Surmounting trials of grievous affront.
Targets midst secret deals… I strive to check
As my heart submits to divine truth’s worth
Exposing transgressions against fake mirth
Repenting for pardon that conquers wreck.
Carnal goals with their deceit… I ought to face
As my mind is illumined by God’s light
With assured vision for heavenly flight
Toward courage to walk tall, blest with grace.
Motives reflecting shame… I need to see
As my faith learns to perceive genuine glow
Against hypocrisy, pride of false show
Living in wondrous love with freedom glee.
Intents lurking as ghosts… I must not fear
As my Lord assures His presence of peace*
Governed by great wisdom that cannot cease
Securing me while others gladly cheer.
*Philippians 4:7 - And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
July 8, 2025
Honorable Mention, "1404" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/20/2025
August 7 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 45-48
Key Verse – Isaiah 45:5 I am the LORD, and there is none else, there is no God beside me: I girded thee, though thou hast not known me.
HEART THAT SUBMITS TO THE LORD GOD WHO GIRDS US
Our heart submits to the Lord God Who girds us and our soul’s welfare
For our deliverance from hell’s fire-glare
To give us everlasting life so divinely rare we can share
Letting our praises glow amidst truthfulness’ glare.
Our heart submits to the Lord God Who girds us and our devotion’s delight
For our reaching-out pursuits kindled with His love’s might
To establish us in His gracious goodness so majestically bright
Letting our worship reverberate amidst prayerfulness’ plight.
Our heart submits to the Lord God Who girds us and our spirit’s revival
For our desire toward devoted commitment until Christ’s arrival
To guide us with His tender mercies so abundant over earthly survival
Letting our gratitude reign amidst sacrifices’ upheaval.
Our heart submits to the Lord God Who girds us and our faith’s enrichment
For our determination against worldliness’ entanglement
To usher us to His kingdom so geared upon miraculous advancement
Letting our steps move forward amidst great commission involvement.
Our heart submits to the Lord God Who girds us and our servanthood’s favour
For our dedication filled with persistent fervour
To satisfy us by His rewards so excellently awesome in their flavour
Letting our labour bear fruits amidst contentment-laden savour.
Our heart submits to the Lord God Who girds us and our ministry’s stability
For our direction along His control and sovereignty
To lead us to His will so perfectly holy in its entirety
Letting our character shine amidst honesty and humility.
Our heart submits to the Lord God Who girds us and our stewardship’s productiveness
For our diligence upon standards’ steadfastness
To bless us by His bountifulness so timely in His kindness
Letting our motives be guarded amidst work-driven earnestness.
August 7, 2026
Too much temptation
Blocking my road to redemption
The devil is good at what he does
Offering a variety of ways
To get your buzz
be it the vein or the liver
satan is one generous giver
the poison he does deliver
of daily drops
for your cerebral mops
he never misses a beat or a hook
He is the chief cook
to bring your fix
and keep you in the mix
of your tasty addictive licks
Yum yum
why so glum chum?
So what if your a bum
I’m still gonna give you some
just enough to keep you hungry and weak
I’m cooking up more misery
As we speak
anticipation for the meek
lick your lips
and lets meet
have a seat
and spread an orifice
I know it’s the fog you miss
Blind, unaware, and without a care
My favorite minion without a pair
Keep sucking the sewage
Of my daily spewage
Till your heart submits
and finally quits
and rests in my pits
of the soulless
and mindless twits
who never had a chance
simply because it was failure
they always wanted to romance
I love you to pumpkin
now submit and get in
I win…..
Next!
Eric (and sometimes not)
Through scientific perspective, they are paranormal
With whimsical understanding, such can be magical
Some philosophers consider those as metaphysical
Unearthly, ethereal, mystical, transcendental…
But my faith in God declares miracles, supernatural.
Biblical creation exposes omnipotence of the Almighty
Forming something out of nothing, producing great beauty
While sustaining the universe as well as its majesty
To others… such is paranormal certainty
Yet my trust in the Lord accepts the facts of divine reality.
Scriptures’ revelation of divine historical blessing
Genesis’ flood and its aftermath events’ pressing
Exodus’ narration of Red Sea land-crossing…
Though paranormal in finite minds’ appraising
They affirm my confidence in the Creator I’m praising.
How about Christ’s incarnation?
Especially His resurrection and ascension??
Showing power to calm storm against malfunction???
Feeding multitudes with supplies’ production????
Beyond paranormal are they… highlighting God’s action!!!
Cognizant of miracles beyond human understanding
My spirit submits to my Master of wise leading
To HIM believing, grateful to His compassionate guarding
Surpassing the paranormal with His care, bountifully exceeding*
While reaching-out by His love constantly extending.
*1Timothy 1:14 And the grace of our Lord was exceeding abundant with faith and love which is in Christ Jesus.
December 15, 2021
4th place, "Paranormal" Poem Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 12/29/2021.
Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words,
and not necessarily my reality;
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing
You can be who you want to be on any level
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys, or places that some don’t even think exist
They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses whether they are just cases,
or me in the absolute right here
My words exude positive intentions;
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections
and reversed dejection
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul
and temptations
Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect
according to divine order
They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time
because up until now,
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside –
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words
The back room
of creation
where much of life
is spent
Victim to
the waiting game
where doldrums
reinvent
All dressed up
and ready
with nowhere
clear to go
Waiting for
that flash of light
to put me
— in the know
*****
Reality Preying
Not killing
time
Time killing
him
The hourglass
drains
As life
grows thin
Slaying the
dragon
A fantasy
still
Reality
preying
On folly
— distilled
*****
Stepping Out
More than a
lifetime
Unmeasured
by years
Enlightenment
prospers
No doubting
or fear
Stepping out
of the circle
And into the
light
Dimension
is truant
With reference
— contrite
*****
One Slip
Life
on the edge
where finality
threatens
Hope
meets disaster
both tightening
their grip
Never
look down
with redemption
above you
One slip
and the promise
of glory
— submits
*****
Darkness Retreating
Writing
to a standard
new standards
are drawn
Light
disinfecting
a bevy
of wrongs
Writing
to a standard
the truth
is upheld
Darkness
retreating
deception
— expelled
*****
To Bask In Its Presence
Writers
have a double edged
courtship with time
Cutting both ways
past and future
defined
But the moment’s
unwritten
unspoken unrhymed
To bask in its
presence
— you live it sublime
(The New Room: June, 2026)
Under cold lights, dark air and the still,
All is quiet, nothing spoken no sound,
Hangs the softest of rope from the hardest of beams,
Hanging in a straight sort of proud,
Reaching right down to the black and white rose,
The rose standing ready for more,
To raise her like a dancer in the moment of yield,
And display like a trophy of war,
And her hands are bound tight, legs are tied back,
Shoulder, head and hips cannot moan,
And her hair is secured out of the way,
She hangs defenceless and naked and owned,
She lives for the love of these cold vivid nights,
Obeys what the rope will demand,
She relishes the play of losing control,
When she submits to her dominant man.
We spent twenty two long years together
under the same roof, so, I know him better than others,
for he’s my only brother.
On his own terms his life he walks brave,
setting the course on the pathway he likes to pave.
Probing nameless people uncalled, he may descry
break the fence of his protected privacy and pry,
ask incisive questions to slice his persona, they try.
He doesn’t ever care to reply.
In his heart sunk in the quicksand of time weary,
emotions rise from the dormant passion’s debris.
The good done to him he can’t acknowledge loud,
but buds of love blooming within, he keeps under shroud.
Mellow sensitivity absorbs all his feelings inarticulate,
he is overwhelmed, but doesn’t know how to demonstrate.
A deviant introvert, he seldom submits to others’ decree,
until he finally sleeps he’ll do what to do with will free.
He’s content with little, grateful for god’s blessings plenty.
As you walk
without hesitation
without gratitude
Seemingly,
without fear
As you walk
back to your place
of power and privilege
You still
require her to smile
As you walk
past the place of humanity,
brokenness
shrill echoes
of shattered glass
You still
require her to smile
As you walk
back to your place
of power and privilege
Her silent screams
and muffled dreams
are washed away
By the vault of indifference
that slams behind you
she is resigned
to a slow sifting
hourglass of isolation
Yet
you still
require
her to smile
She wearies
of the preparation
of submission
a mask that suffocates,
her pretense of desire
But she is
the
entertainment,
the
meal,
the
pleasure,
the plaything
Her belly aches of
raw foie gras, figs
and Bergerac
It no longer matters
that her soul
is absent from this feast
She gathers her body
stained and sweaty
from your momentary
remembrance of her
The violation
puddles
in quiet places
She submits
to a place
of self-loathing
She knows
that
this
is not
the last
of green men
that will require her to smile