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Abandon not your vow to do what is right
Built upon integrity along sincere practice
Cling to your commitment with steadfastness
Directed toward service and reaching-out.
Exhorted for loyalty and fidelity’s tenacity
Fulfill your role well with honest heart
Guarded against hypocrisy’s destruction
Hoisted for readiness to help by God’s grace.*
*1 Peter 5:10 But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.
May 21, 2025
3rd place, "Abandon" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/23/2025
Aspirations, goals, dreams. These are things that drive people. They invoke hope in peoples hearts Everyone has desires, wishes. And by holding people on to dreams & ideals of happy endings, are able to fight battles & trials they never thought they could. They take steps forward until they attain the success they worked for other people are offered growth.) and progress in return for tenacity. They gain pices to the puzzle that gives them their purpose, and that paints their dreams into reality.
Me? I fight. I've fought.
I've taken on and faced battles, wars, that I knew I'd need help fighting. But despite my efforts to plead with others, or to express my fears and needs, I always end up facing the army of demons inside me all alone.
Over time I've learned alot. And one of the biggest things I've learned is that I will always face the monsters alone. Despite the promises of support of Safety. I always find myself standing alone When the war is at its worst.
I had to Start fighting when I was as a child. I was terrified of the monsters. But I had dreams & goals to attain. I had the drive escape the war. To learn from my battle Wounds. To prove them wrong. To achieve happiness in so many ways.
I'm 26 now. I am battered, broken, and exhausted. Because I've been fighting the same monsters, the same demons, for nearly 3 decades now. During this war I've been distracted & deceived. I've tried claiming happiness that's been dangled in front of me; thinking it would help motivate me to keep fighting & chasing the dreams Ive held close since I was small. The dreams I've desperately battled for, and that I've lied to myself about.
But each time I think that the possession of happiness is mine, and I start to accept it as TRULY mine, I am stripped raw. I'm skinned of any shred of hope I fought for. Left to fight the war alone, with nothing but my fists. And despite my efforts to defend myself against the monsters, I am inevitably beaten to nothing each time; while trying to mend the wound left from my happiness being severed from my soul.
Me? I'm tired.
I've been fighting the same demons my whole life; and I've done it by myself. But what's crazy to me, is that every time I'm ready to just let them consume what's left of me...
December 20 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 2
Key Verse– Revelation 2:7 He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY OVERCOMING POWER
Lord God, You are my overcoming Power
through Your love granting me repentance
Thank You for Your deeds of caring assistance…
Help me not yield to worldly enticements with my prayerful resistance
As I remain in Your Scriptures’ doctrine of steadfast stance.
Lord God, You are my overcoming Power
through Your righteousness
Thank You for Your patience, graciousness and kindness…
Help me not faint in labouring for Your name’s gloriousness
As I stay in You, my first love, and enjoy Your presence-goodness.
Lord God, You are my overcoming Power
through Your protection
Thank You for Your faithfulness during suffering and persecution…
Help me not quit midst hurts of desperation bringing frustration
As I abide in Your truth of sharp sword for my perfection.
Lord God, You are my overcoming Power
through Your name’s majesty
Thank You for Your teachings’ certainty…
Help me not be deceived by humanistic principles in their pride’s tenacity
As I uphold Your precepts against errors and falsity.
Lord God, You are my overcoming Power
through Your foundation’s might
Thank You for Your flame’s guidance and direction’s light…
Help me not neglect stewardship with service of charity delight
As I sacrifice for You with faith along supplication-flight.
Lord God, You are my overcoming Power
through Your leadership
Thank You for Your peace and joy around Your partnership…
Help me not despise trials that strengthen pursuits of discipleship
As I seek Your favour in our fellowship toward vibrant worship.
Lord God, You are my overcoming Power
through Your sovereign assurance
Thank You for Your security of shielding endurance…
Help me not doubt promises showing Your mighty deliverance
As I learn from Your Word that keeps me away from ignorance.
December 20, 2023
November 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 21-22
Key Verse – Luke 21:4 For all these have of their abundance cast in unto the offerings of God: but she of her penury hath cast in all the living that she had.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR COMMENDING
OUR BEST OFFERINGS TO HIM
Praise be to God for commending our best offerings to Him:
Diligently by our dedication by His design
Daily through our deeds according to His desires
Devotedly along our determination for His delight
Decisively midst our discretion through His direction
Definitely in our dependence to His discipleship demands
Luke 21:36 Praise be to the Lord for exhorting us
to watch and pray always:
Expressing our trust in His Word
Expecting for His truth by His wisdom
Executing His testimonies inside His will
Entreating for His touch with His wonders
Entering into His triumph against worldliness
Exposing our treasures, time, and talents for His worth
Enduring midst turmoil in witnessing; empowered to win
Endeavouring to toil in His work; encouraged to tread upon His walk
Exemplifying tenacity by His waking; endued against trials in His warmth
Exalting Him thankfully in worship; enlightened midst trials by His watching
Luke 22:32 Praise be to the Saviour
for praying for us as He:
Frees us from frustrations’ failures
Fixes us to focus toward His fitness-fort
Fulfills for us along His faithfulness’ flame
Fortifies our faith by His fuel’s furnished fire
Frames us up firmly against fainting and falls
Feeds us fully within His fellowship’s fruitfulness
Fences us around His freedom's fervency against fright. Amen!
November 1, 2024
Apparel in my closet adorns my modesty midst self-multiplicity
Blending along blouses that bear dignity
Confidently exuding elegant beauty…
Dresses distinctly define my femininity
Exposing woman-roles and their variety
Floral skirts mark motherhood’s blooming serenity…
Green and golden blazers gripped my mentorship tenacity
Hoisted by scarfs and shawls of freedom certainty
In persevering to reach-out, creating impact in the community…
Jogging attire shows my health and wellness versatility
Keeping household chores midst working shirts for flexibility
Living in thanksgiving* to God with robe of gratitude’s purity...
Mysterious self of mine shows my faith's certainty
Never hidden by numerous t-shirts of Bible verses so pretty
Open to miracles in every opportunity.
Poised for my faculty membership is my uniforms' integrity
Quiet against qualms, I have my handkerchief of colorful quality
Rightfully highlighting how self handles pressures' severity...
Sweetly soothing special child along caring sincerity
Tidy pajamas aid me in tucking him midst his hyperactivity
Understanding his idiosyncrasy while being aware of mine with humility.
July 8, 2024
edited on July 25, 2025 for Alice Reynolds' Contest, "Multiplicity of the Self"
*Philippians 4:6 - "Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God."
When people face great danger
without retreating- oh this is courage!
It takes bravery and a dauntless spirit to endure
in times of adversity. I have the guts
when it really counts.
It also takes great fortitude
and firmness and strength of mind
and resolution to speak up for what you believe.
It is the tenacity to just keep going,
I will never claim defeat.
It is the nerve and pluckiness
to take a risk in life- oh this is courage!
I have buried all my beloved and still I go on.
Deep inside me is a fire burning
and I just rise above.
I have seen things on the news,
people whose lives are totally destroyed,
yet they pick up the pieces- oh this is courage!
And this thing called courage, I think
has many, many names.
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December 12, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Oh, This Is Courage
Copyright Protected, ID 16-857-475-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Courage
sponsor, John Hamilton
Fourth Place
Written: March 2nd, 2024
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Wingbeats on warm whisper wavelength
wasteland, waves of wasabi writhe
with wilting, whimpering, witless wring
whirls and willows whimsically wave.
Emerald pride waves over meadows,
Venetian Barcarole flails and whizz
viridian desires dance onto dales,
Eurydice weeps lost love in auric tears
Dawn draws dwindle, damp dimples.
Of flickering flowers and floating stars
Orpheus, the poet in paint-stained palms
portrays the paradoxes in love,
a roar of zeal and salty air in a blue sky
love stings, even endless moons
In ablaze that seldom strikes
Elysium ethereal elixir of souls.
With such spongy, slippery strokes
soothing serenade in early spring
Thunder rumbles, but cannot shatter
love of Orpheus and Eurydice
Destiny is etched in their stride
as wingless wisps prose sang and swam
Moon loops conflate with wispy vowels
pride is a cornerstone of identity
egos hold a shield of protection
love embraces all they cherish
paired potency, pelt a pound planet.
Akin to operas, rehearsed by singers
their spoof spirals higher in stride
a syzygy of stars in a mellifluous oasis
nurturing nemesis crystals
soar in silky, springy ischemic swings
fetching felicity, as flurry fades
Ignore impulses, let time slip away
still in grip of quintessential propinquity
over a pyre, rainbow Ink swirls
with ethereal wingless, sanguine sighs,
sumptuous zeal stirs the lifeless,
springtide serenades sibyllic sweeps.
As wisteria, spring sequoia, and love slay
weave an aura in vow threads
once serendipity embraces karma
Scarlet moons bleed in a plum sky
still, sustains its sonorous scintilla
at the zenith of wistfulness, uncover bliss
loving endures the rumblings of thunder
hope in its darkest night, never fades
smoothly drifting on brisk wing beats
love is a fruit of tangerine tenacity
love lullaby ignited by stark infatuation.
Kansas Poem #4
Hey Hoss, slow down there!
No need to go so fast. Besides,
I don’t want to go
to where you’re going, and
I don’t want to be seen
to where you’re heading.
Hey Hoss, please turn this
furious black thing around!
Kindly get me the hell out of here
before it’s too late!
No, I don’t wish to see
this row of blighted Chinese elms and dead leaves.
Nor hear the badly-sung songs
of lost love and wild regret.
And, I refuse to see
the bloody scratches of truth and beauty,
so scrumptiously etched
with long blades on those splattered bricks;
Embedded there for the duration,
like the gum under your table;
Enmeshed there as the garnished gemstones
of the myriad fountains in Kansas City,
Polished with grit, staid tenacity, and
the time-shorn murders in the wheat lands,
underground in the broad basements
of purple smoke and black blood,
of silent stealth movements
under bending eaves, and a watching moon.
No Hoss!, I don’t want to go
to where you’re going.
Sorry, but we seem
ineffably lost and sadly wandering,
like a couple of dusty dudes
groveling for the keys that match nothing.
No, I don’t want to go
down that long Chinese lane. No!
Turn this furious thing around!
Here the people sit on long verandas and
watch the strangers come and go.
They might notice two dudes like us and
wonder what we’re doing there.
Sometimes I can hear
a loud shrieking funeral going by on Highway 50.
And those same people are staring
at the two caskets, and recognizing us inside!
Hey Hoss, slow down there!
No need to go so fast! Besides,
Time is not naïve, and Its retching Uncle
has left many a lover in the shuttered room,
up there on the 2nd floor,
has poured many a shimmering glass,
and licked many a teeming spoon.
Hey Hoss, ever take a morning break
at Hartman’s Café back in the day?
When the Clutters would drive by waving,
from inside their blue chevy impala, heading
to silent Garden City, and
the cold wind blowing unheard there.
If you drive this black furious thing
down that lane there,
you will see it.
It sits like an old cat in the sun,
going nowhere fast from its sealed post,
high upon these expansive wheat plains,
under this dark, brooding, blood-thirsty sun, and
an unforgiving watching moon.
Your time has come like the rising sun. Stand up for life created by God’s love as
the dove descends from above. He has a plan for you to be one with Him as He
is with you thus making you brand new. Your life should be more than just the
ordinary existence, let Him strengthen you as your soul runs the distance. Be
filled with His spirit and let your light shine. Manifest His joyful glory and
overcome obstacles in His name while unto Him you render an acclaim. Move
ahead and be the lighthouse of strength without relenting; thus ascending from
the bottomless pit into His eternal light of creation. Experience the fullness of
your destiny with God in the middle of your future. Build your foundation in His
word and spirit. Empower your soul with His tenacity; He will determine your
capacity. Be anointed by His grace and experience the reality of not just a
dream. A light lit for living liturgy. He has you covered with His Holy Spirit. Now
step out—your time has come!
Comments: A prose poem is written in prose form. It does not have line breaks
or varying topography as a regular poem. During the mid-nineteenth century,
Charles Baudelaire published Petis poemes en prose. Oscar Wilde, T.S Eliot
and others have written in this genre. The genre started in France and is now
worldwide. The use of concrete language and figurative speech such as
imagery, rhymes, personification, contrast, simile, metaphor, alliteration,
metonymy, synecdoche, abstraction and the like should be incorporated based
on the desire of the poet. The piece may focus on language, a story, or
something similar based on the choice of the poet.
Pawns Brokers
“Grit is a better word or term”.
They have it – these “Grunts” - grit –
that sandpaper bearded coarseness
structure in the face of fallacy,
backbone to support the flaws
of the wishy-washy conspirators.
Perseverance in the face of punishments
wet boots and leaky tents,
rubbers to cover “rifles and guns”,
tenacity in the face of tedium,
the character, will, and fiber of freedom
melded into unified intent,
a molten steel adapting
in the face of resistance.
They are the “grit” -
dirt, gravel, pebbles, stones –
assembled, mixed, imbedded,
into the foundation of flexibility.
G I’s, ground infantry, “grunts”,
foot soldiers, men, women,
volunteers in a world of privilege
honoring history’s forebears.
First brazen move of chessboards
unseen pawn brokers, last weary
card thrown in game of war.
“Brothers” – back to back –
protections tough guys
carrying the weight
of battle’s lies.
12/22/2015
submitted to ---------IS A BETTER WORD – Poetry contest
sponsor – Verlena S. Walker