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Oh, what delightful pleasure
I cherish as everyday treasure
my special child’s love beyond senses can assure
apprehending from the heart his simple sheer leisure…
When he blissfully pinches my cheeks with bliss
as I caress his hair, exuding shampoo scent he can’t miss
when he strives to give me smooching kiss
mumbling gaily with: “like this, love this!”
Always predictable through his expressive eyes
though struggling along sign language he seems to devise
he affirms his comprehension with thumbs-up so wise
responding cleverly as from his wheel-chair he strives to rise .
In eating delicacies, we enjoy our partnership
feasting on honey products, our tongues are in fellowship
while along cheese and milk we savour warm friendship
thanking the gracious Lord* for tasty blessings of sweet relationship.
*1Peter 2:3 If so be ye have tasted that the Lord is gracious.
June 29, 2020
4th place, "Sensuality" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 7/1/2020.
My world within a verse:
to fold within that space
(for there the challenge lies)
the essence and no more,
with joy's sweet sigh, my prize.
My world within a verse:
nuanced, enigmatic,
alternate perspective,
dance with the comedic,
entreat or corrective.
My world within a verse:
lyrical and pleasing,
creating ambiance,
triggering emotion,
producing a response.
My world within a verse:
using gifts entrusted,
pointing to the greater,
finding joy in all things,
thanking my creator.
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For the Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Written 04/04/2022
One of God's blessing to a
man,
Is to send him an angel in
the form of a human.
Each day i keep thanking
the stars,
For blessing me with a
friend as amazing as the
stars.
A friend i found in you,
With a caring heart
available to few.
A friend like no other friend,
That i can lay down my life
to defend.
A friend not so far from my
heart,
Someone i can call a
sweetheart.
A friend i don't regret
meeting,
That keeps my heart
beating.
A friend i can't scream at or
fight with,
Not even in my time of
writhe.
A friend i love so so much,
Treasure and care for so
much.
A friend like you is like
having no worries in my
life,
That's why i choose to keep
you even in my afterlife.
A friend i don't want to lose,
God's amazing gift that i
can't refuse.
A friend created with all
measures of beauty,
Made with every sense of
human and heavenly
beauty.
A friend i have always
wanted,
Someone i have chosen to
keep even when being
taunted.
A friend like you is like
being in comfort all day,
And an heavenly blessing in
every way.
A friend with an angelic
smile,
That can heal a broken
heart from a thousand mile.
A friend that makes a heart
that never pains,
That washes away my
misery like the rains.
A friend like you is that type
of friend,
That puts all of my fears to
an end.
A friend that changed
everything around me,
By your side is where i
want to forever be.
A friend whose beautiful
name is ESTHER,
Whose future is so bright
like a star.
You are a smile in my
tearsful face,
And a wonderful memory i
can't erase.
You're a friend i promise to
keep till the end,
And forever i will be proud
to call you my best friend.
Surprising me, visitor came
with no appointment to exclaim
declaring "I am not to blame"
"unplanned meetings marked my great fame."
My visitor made me rejoice
with good news of achievement poise
affirming that one's biggest choice
is to keep using freedom-voice.
Friend of mine during high school times
narrated events as sweet chimes
including teen-age walks and climbs
as well as our loud chanting rhymes.
Sharing wondrous friendship delight
highlighted surprise-visit flight
full of caring partnership height
midst pleasant reminiscing might.
Thanking her surprise visit's cheer
I praise God for friendship so dear
expressing love though mixed with tear
as friends*--- though far still say, "I'm here."
*Proverbs 17:17 A friend loveth at all times…
March 24, 2022
Edited on April 5, 2023
May 25 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Nehemiah 4-5
Key Verse – Nehemiah 4:20 In what place therefore ye hear the sound of the trumpet, resort ye thither unto us: our God shall fight for us.
HEART THAT CLEAVES TO GOD WHO SHALL FIGHT FOR US
Our heart cleaves to God Who shall fight for each of us – as His dear child
He loves us, though sometimes, we are worldly wild
Always keeping us from becoming defiled
Thus, we cherish His care, gentle and mild.
Our heart cleaves to God Who shall fight for each of us – as His ordained steward
He molds us to go through faith-maturity upward
Always propelling us so we will never turn backward
Thus, we trust His guidance as we march forward.
Our heart cleaves to God Who shall fight for each of us – as His chosen servant
He prods us against becoming stagnant
Always cheering us toward labour-sacrifice in His service that is never vacant
Thus, we obey His commandments even if our flesh often does not want.
Our heart cleaves to God Who shall fight for each of us – as His called follower
He guides us with His mighty power
Always enabling us against arrogance-tower
Thus, we praise Him for His grace and do our best as a diligent Gospel seed-sower.
Our heart cleaves to God Who shall fight for each of us – as His enlightened student
He makes us wise and with His Word, enables us to be prudent
Always directing us to His truth that is divinely ardent
Thus, we seek His precepts, sovereignly provident.
Our heart cleaves to God Who shall fight for each of us – as His privileged ambassador
He sends us for reaching-out along great commission's pursuit outdoor
Always keeping us in His control despite our humanistic ardor
We bow to His authority with humility’s candor.
Our heart cleaves to God Who shall fight for each of us – as His saved believer
He exhorts us to testify about His redemption against any peace-wrecker
Always blessing us in our being a soulwinner
We abide in His perfect will, thanking Him, our eternal life-giver.
May 25, 2026
In a meadow of wildflowers
On a hillside in the spring
I watched a ballet of butterflies
With various colors fluttering
The sun provided the spotlight
On this colorful outdoor stage
Accompanied by an orchestra of songbirds
With a fresh north breeze turning the page
The choreography was stunning
Their movements so precise
Each flower beckoning the butterflies
Using their beauty as a luring device
With butterflies exchanging partners
Kissing stamens and pistols, too
The cycle of Mother Nature
Through this ballet was coming true
I sat in awe of this beauty
Watching the colorful pageantry
Thanking the wonderful performers
For staging this show just for me
by Joe Flach written and posted on 4/3/12 for the Butterfly Kisses contest
Exemplifying kindness creed
earnest soul shows charity glow
gestures can’t miss midst good works bliss
as heart sows altruism seed
tended by helpfulness nurture
despite sprouting selfishness greed
lurking behind vain arrogance
to champion wondrous caring deed
thanking the Lord for blessings flow
midst good works bliss gestures can’t miss
assuring faith-performance breed.
*Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.
May 5, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (JUN 3)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/2/2021.
In the green Adirondack foothills lies
the haven of our old summer camp,
once a place of adventure and outdoor joy,
and the loud cries of precocious scamps,
their energy you never could tamp,
scurrying ’round on small, rapid feet,
leaping into the pond without a beat.
I remember coming here myself,
gazing up at the grand totem pole,
the mess hall with fieldstone fireplace,
where countless tall-tales were told,
and lordy, was the pond bitter cold!
There was a trading post for candy, snacks,
and toilets which all amenities lacked…
To scampering kids it felt like we were
far off in a rugged wilderness,
that tall white pines just rolled on
in a vast and uncharted forest,
and we were just the ones to explore it!
The only sign of steel on our trails
was a pair of rusted, forgotten trial rails.
Then I came back here as an adult
and found the revelry was long passed,
the town had bought up all the old camp,
no kids raced swiftly ’cross the grass,
it had been too good of a place to last,
folks blamed it on poor demographics,
cell phones, and parents afraid of risk.
I suppose I should be thanking the town,
because the made the space into a park,
at the very least it will be preserved,
even though it’s missing that old spark,
and youngsters sprinting ’round on a lark,
they’re even cleared out some new ground…
by tearing half the rustic buildings down.
The trading post, now a picnic pavilion,
the staff cabins now an empty field,
the docks pulled up and carted away,
the pond belongs now to minnows and eels,
not entirely sure how I feel,
out there we swam and swamped canoes,
now it’s blocked off from public use.
The mess hall, at least, is still standing,
they say it’s becoming a historic sight,
but to see it still present, all alone,
somehow just doesn’t feel all that right,
with its clap-board fading in bright sunlight,
at least the boat-house still rises near,
though it’s probably collapse within the year.
I turned away in a very glum mood,
made my way to my car rather slow,
thinking of all I had done here
that my children are never going to know,
there are few places like this left to go.
it brings a well-known though to my mind:
Damn you, damn you, damn you time!
Today is October 18, 2008 and in three days I will be celebrating at home.
Very anxious and waiting by the phone.
Waiting in excitement just to hear from you.
So many things to say, so many things to do.
My heart pounds as I try to decide what to say.
Besides Happy 2nd Anniversary; today is our day.
What will I wear, where will we go?
I hope you have everything planned, how I hope so.
Six years together, 2 boys, and 4 stepdaughters later.
Things couldn't be any greater.
You and I spending the entire day together.
Until you call, I will begin writing you a love letter.
I'll start it off by saying "I LOVE YOU BOOP".
Mmm, good just like Campbell's Soup.
Silly but all so true.
Oh, how I miss you.
As I continue to write, I notice that my eyes are closed. Must be sleep walking.
I must be, because I just remembered a year ago we stopped talking.
I also remember that I've been waiting by the phone around this same time last year.
Praying, hoping, wishing to hear from you as I began to shed a tear.
Still today I sit and wait for you to return to me-your wife.
Hoping you stop playing house with the new woman in your life.
Wondering why I haven't moved on.
It has been a year too long.
They say love is blind, but I can see.
How much pain I'm in. How could you do this to me?
Don't you believe in for better or for worse?
My love for you wasn't enough to quench your thirst.
This whole plan, I must abort.
You should be thanking the Heavens above that I didn't go for child support.
I hoped this letter would have had a happy ending.
The next time you hear from me, I'll have started a new beginning.
Seeing the flower on the bench
Mrs. Knight love was tighten using the rose as a wrench
Her beloved knight who sent Vancouver filmmakers packing
Shooting scenes of Avalanches attacking
Safety coming first
Without making anyone's bubble burst
Now that wintry fret
Was just something to forget
Losing her loyal coyote, you know
In the falling snow
When will he return?
Should she be concerned?
Questions Mrs. Knight must ask
Wondering if her husband had a mask
Stars are still at the top
This adventure is not going to stop
Honeymoon has been a delight
Not a debatable fight
Soon she would see the golden locks in sight
And they will leave with everything all right
At the mountainous peak
This faithful knight received a peck on the cheek
Delivered by a star
Being one’s guard
Thanking him for his time
An act unable to decline
But what he really missed
Was getting kissed
From his wife
That was present for life
Mrs. Knight
Grounding his might
Putting the hero stuff in proper light