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Have a blessed birthday Michael J
Today I knelt for you to pray
May His guiding light shine on you
God’s grace I pray will bring you through
May you have strength on your birthday
With family this holiday
Celebrating with faith like new
God’s grace I pray will bring you through
As your son returns home today
Like a rainbow brightens the day
Continue to wear a smile too
God’s grace I pray will bring you through
Have a blessed birthday Michael J
God’s grace I pray will bring you through
© Joseph, 11/20/07
© All Rights Reserved
Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave
son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle
Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming
quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a
refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has
eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s
beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first
quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.
Daily blessings from God are priceless gain:
Breath of life for role-fulfillment each day
Grace keeps on propping serenity reign
Love abounds toward kindness-driven way.
With bright providence of heavenly ray
Hope beams amidst bountiful supply rain
Oh, timely provisions without delay
Daily blessings from God are priceless gain.
Ready strength to conquer challenging strain
Soul is fortified by the Lord’s joy-spray
Wafting victory along working vein
Breath of life for role-fulfillment each day.
Christ’s presence glows through His mercy’s display
Granting pardon for soul of guilty stain
While smiting doubts caused by unbelief’s sway
Grace keeps on propping serenity reign.
Triumphant upon stewardship terrain
Faith surmounts trials as spirit does pray
Pleasing the Saviour via service lane
Love abounds toward kindness-driven way.
Grateful for the gifts we cannot repay
Our hearts do praise the Source of gifts domain
Guarding us with truth from being astray
So with bliss we can wondrously obtain*
Daily blessings from God.
*Isaiah 51:11 Therefore the redeemed of the LORD shall return, and come with singing unto Zion; and everlasting joy shall be upon their head: they shall obtain gladness and joy; and sorrow and mourning shall flee away.
June 26, 2022
Edited on December 23, 2022
8th place, "Priceless" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 1/1/2023.
many are lions as once was I,
but now I sit on the porch
and swing.
As I watch my lives go by.
would it be so bad to dream
and of dreaming be enclosed
in the circular motions
of others
I once wore a paisley shirt
and said goodbye,
watching an only ball
rolling down the gutter
disappearing
into the mouth of a sewer.
Those empty moments of every life
where the thought never occurs
Astonishment
is what they call it:
the unexpected experience
a dead zone.
the zero.
Our heroes
always appear in bright spots,
hence the halo.
I have not seen my blood for a time.
It is the red that always remains
who we are, where we are,
what we are not,
it allows the internal to emerge
the external to enter
more often than not
there is fear
but when fear comes
you must remember that it comes
it comes.
therefore, it was never really here
to begin with.
I have tasted wooden spoons
when the batter is gone,
my tongue brushing the fibers
of the wood, it feels good.
that curved kernel of popcorn,
a golden retina of shell,
married to the curve of enamel
Artfully bonding to an outside tooth
where the tongue cannot dislodge it.
I tasted metal lips pressed to mine
where water and life emerged.
the faucet was my friend.
I tasted places where tongues explore
and eagerness collapses,
touched the velvet back of caterpillars,
stroked pollen wings of things
more beautiful than I.
I have seen the beauty
of those things that mount the sky
I have slain and lain with things
and wondered why.
And I have thought.
This alone ought to be enough,
but we are always
and have always been
more than enough.
Behold, the once pristine shell now shattered into dust
The crushing chains once binding; lay still and turn to rust
Time elapsing slowly will dissipate the bruise
But scars retain a knowledge there's nothing left to lose
Broken words and broken hearted; emptiness so whole
Igniting angers' fiery fingers deep within my soul
Abandonment of conscience as sanity deserts
No longer being hostage in a place that only hurts
"Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful”
Icy shards of bitterness; feelings allowable
I have the strength to move on, to live another day
Peace of mind and character; so no I will not stay
Serenity awaits me, a peaceful state of mind
Filling life with laughter, joy; for which it was designed
I move from darkened shadows, searching for the light
Regaining independence to make my life feel right
BADMAN:
This is ANDERSON. WALKINGSHOES...
VERSE 1:
Chastise me not,
I'm just like you, we all do wrong,
So why act as if you're ever good?
Hey,Nobody is righteous,dude.
You have no reason to condemn me.
Pressure on life, we all can see.
I wish you could forget about mine,
And focus on your life.
That could be fine.
If you should stop speaking lies,
It will even be the ultimate cure,
To make your dignity becomes secured.
I'm feeling good, and you're feeling contrite,
Since you're refusing to take off the log in your own eyes.
This is a theory of real fact,
Perturbed to be wisdomic and right.
If you could accept to do this act,
Truth and peace would raise you to a greater height.
Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice,
Yet, we're expected to dance before time dies.
Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice,
VERSE 2:
I'm apart in your flesh,
So why do your thoughts keep me with negativity?
But I'm still living well and fresh;
Grounded firmly in positivity.
All you wish for me is death,
I'm kicking in victory as you drown in dread;
Reaping the outcomes of your planted seeds,
Such transparency revealing your bad deeds.
Therefore, why should you backbite me,
When I'm busily fighting to be who I need to be?
I wish you also wrestle to break free,
From the world of greed.
Yesterday you lost at burying me, indeed.
Today too you're here again fighting me,
I know you'll be here tomorrow for the same thing.
I'm not minding you but I will forever win.
Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice,
Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice,
Chorus :
I'm right here thinking wide,
As the drum is being beaten by passing time.
The weather don't seems so nice,
VERSE 3:
Whenever I move in, your heart starts to beat.
Although my concentration is not on you,
Still my intellect is able to read.
And your own instinct testifies that you're a fool.
Outro:
You'll suffer forever.
John 11:47-48 NIV?
[47] Then the chief priests and the Pharisees called a meeting of the Sanhedrin. “What are we accomplishing?” they asked. “Here is this man performing many signs. [48] If we let him go on like this, everyone will believe in him, and then the Romans will come and take away both our temple and our nation.”
?John 12:42-43 NIV?
[42] Yet at the same time many even among the leaders believed in him. But because of the Pharisees they would not openly acknowledge their faith for fear they would be put out of the synagogue; [43] for they loved human praise more than praise from God.
?Acts 4:13, 17-20 NIV?
[13] When they saw the courage of Peter and John and realized that they were unschooled, ordinary men, they were astonished and they took note that these men had been with Jesus.
[17] But to stop this thing from spreading any further among the people, we must warn them to speak no longer to anyone in this name.” [18] Then they called them in again and commanded them not to speak or teach at all in the name of Jesus. [19] But Peter and John replied, “Which is right in God’s eyes: to listen to you, or to him? You be the judges! [20] As for us, we cannot help speaking about what we have seen and heard.”
?Acts 5:38-39, 42 NIV?
[38] Therefore, in the present case I advise you: Leave these men alone! Let them go! For if their purpose or activity is of human origin, it will fail. [39] But if it is from God, you will not be able to stop these men; you will only find yourselves fighting against God.”
[42] Day after day, in the temple courts and from house to house, they never stopped teaching and proclaiming the good news that Jesus is the Messiah.
Love you all, in praying that others might be awakened of their surroundings ,and seek the promised Holy Spirit to resurrect new life within, purifying One into A Child of the Living God,
Form:
When the cash is low
You need to know that
Jesus is your medical aid!
He made the human body
So He is the original doctor!
If you are struggling with finance
The Word of God can romance your body!
As you bond with Him, you can discover that
Jesus is your medical aid!
When the cash is low
You need to know that
Jesus is your medical aid!
He made the human body
Therefore, He is the original doctor
You can be very sick
However, we serve a BIG God
So believe that Jesus is your medical aid
He made the human body
Therefore, He is the original doctor!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
[The poem does not mean that if you have medical aid that he is not your aid/ medical bills are expensive and the word of God is GOOD MEDICINE]
Silent pain am I screaming…
Robbing your soul of triumph
Making you languish in frustration angst
Inflicted by skepticism’s oppressive blight
Well, where is your belief in the Saviour, Source of mercy?
Have you forsaken His offered grace??
Oh, check now your relationship with Him...
Vanquish me with your affirmation:
“Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace
with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.”*
Silent pain am I screaming…
Haunting you of your transgression
Openly exposing guilt that carnal nature denies
Vexing your heart midst iniquities of arrogance
Along selfishness in the guise of faithful service…
Never can you hide your hypocrisy from the Almighty!
Are you aware of divine power that surmounts torment?
Will you take my challenge for genuine renewal??
Let me remind you of serenity-assertion that you once claimed:
“And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.”**
Silent pain am I screaming…
Knowing your spirit’s earnest confession
Surely, you need freedom from sin-bondage
Only God alone can grant---
Thus, trust Him to heal you from the agony
I’m causing by my afflictive sting…
What are you waiting for? Come to Him by faith
His assurance, take heed: “My soul, wait thou only upon God;
for my expectation is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation:
he is my defence; I shall not be moved.”***
*Romans 5:1; **Psalm 39:7; ***Psalm 62:5-6
November 27, 2022
2nd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 33" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 12/15/2022.
You can vent, but you just can’t scream,
Inside is a fire but referred to as a cream,
Without thinking, you only know the mean,
Dismissing the callous, rowdy and unclean.
You don’t seem to shake off the scant,
And its with the clad and landed slant,
That you are laid and made, with bound,
So where is the reasoned able sound?
Holding your feelings in, you astound,
Filtering the pure, absorbing the towned,
Leaving the stalwart, ascorbic and austere,
You wonder why therefore are radii fear.
Leave alone the grandiose and the dart,
Possibly historical, not new and sharp, clart,
The shocking may not be evasive and intrusive,
So look in here, the argument is abusive.
A worthless worm…writhing in wretchedness
Hell-bound creature because of iniquities
That was I: doomed to everlasting torment
Condemned to suffer forever…
Yet, God Almighty with His grace and compassion
Reached down to me wondrously…
…He lifted me up from sins’ quagmire
Transforming my life miraculously;
Now, like a butterfly, peaceably beauteous
I’m freely doing His entrusted role as His called steward...
Thankful to His blessings, spread like "every grain of sand."
With righteous deeds likened to filthy rags
Imprisoned was I to my hypocritical beliefs
Such was I: verily unprofitable according to Scriptures’ gauge
Midst my self-glorying domineering conceit…
Yet, the Saviour with His truth and mercy
Imparted to me His divine nature……
…He rescued me from corruption by His holiness
Unchaining my soul from the clasps of religious dogmatism;
Now, I’m justified… acquitted from transgressions’ punishment
Freed indeed*, clothed with virtues for Christ-driven service...
Appreciating His magnificence shown by "every grain of sand."
*John 8:36 If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.
April 3, 2019
Edited on May 7, 2019
4th place, "Musical Inspiration" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 6/6/2019.