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Unlike the days of old when cities were built with walls. Unlike the streets of my rearing, the place where my story began. And unlike a lone sparrow that I once rescued from a busy parking lot. When I walked alone and afraid
on a dark and dangerous street, no one came to my aid because I was
never seen, never heard. Walled cities had built-in defenses without which they were open targets with little hope of defeating their enemies. They
also had watchmen on the walls to sound alarms if they were threatened.
The locals knew better and limited their movements after dark. But I was new and failed to respond adequately to the smell of attack that fumigated
the atmosphere. I was a defenseless lamb among two wolves on the prowl.
I was the selected prey by the lurkers of the night, ever ready for the feast. They were armed and I was not. They were two and I walked home,
foreboding and alone. Unlike the Romans against the Jews at Masada,
no siege-works was required; no resistance was offered; no cry of alarm. Without a plan, I was the victim of that dark and silent night. Defenseless,
I did not run nor did I speak, and the two of them were armed, robbing me without a sound, leaving me defenseless, penniless and filled with wonder about my next move in the asphalt jungle. The innocence was gone, grave
damage had been done, and a new day had arrived. Like the good locals, I did not whine over spilled milk. Rather, I wiped up the spilled milk, built survival walls around myself and became a better watchman on the wall.
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The instant you were born, my whole world changed
nothing was more important to me than you,
plans for future happiness got prioritized and rearranged.
I picked you up and gently rocked you in my arms
fragile, weak, and defenseless
you won my heart with your baby charms.
Helpless and dependent on mom and me for your care
I assured you with a whisper,
that mommy and daddy would always be there.
As feelings for your mother and you combine
you both become the focus of my life
as I gaze into your eyes, and you stare into mine.
I fell in love for the second time in my life
although I never thought it possible
to love anyone as much as I love my wife.
You count on us to protect you
and we'll never let you down,
there's nothing we wouldn't do.
You inherited your mom's sweet smile
and your bright blue eyes came from me,
but you brought your own unique style.
From your crinkly nose to your wiggly toes
sweetheart, you're the answer to our prayers
and amidst the thorns of life, baby, you're the rose.
(Tristich)
The gift of love is what makes our world
spin on its axis; the most paramount of treasures
The greatest gift to the human race
Give love freely; give it to yourself, and to life!
What a spectacular thing to be addicted to?
Intoxicate your loved ones with it
God gave it to us so we could pay it forward
For it makes life worth living, and worth fighting for
We must give it as much as we receive it
This country of ours would be a better place
if we all treat each other with respect and dignity
and it starts with the gift of love. Let's reject hate.
Demons of hatred take our souls hostage
and leave it destined for destruction. Hate is...
ultimately slain by the healing power of love
We could make this world a better place
by helping to lift people drained by misfortune
with care and compassion, dissolving their woes
If we could do something that extraordinary
then our reason for living shall not be in vain.
Let's unhook the tentacles of hate by giving....the gift of love!
Submitted for...
Strand Choice C,Any Form,Any Theme Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
03/0/2020
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet (Winner: 9th Place)
Checked at https://www.howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 08/15/2019
Radiant dawn verily blessed by God
reflect His artistic wonders, beautifying mornings
assuring days --- triumphantly jubilant.
Through virtual exposure
I behold glorious twilight commencement
marked with crimson tints along scarlet red clouds…
Iridescence of tangerine blaze
subdues aquamarine firmament midst
saffron hues highlighting summer dawn brilliance…
Awed am with the elegance of coral pink
intensifying watermelon luster on charcoal gray sky
featuring the skyline of a free country…
For splendor of nautical dawn
gleaming gold reigns as lemon yellow peeks
blended with chartreuse rays…
Indeed, my heart praises the Creator while His majesty shines
accentuating afterglow of lilac midst prevailing maroon
and lingering gentleness of lavender.
*Psalm 130:6 My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.
April 18, 2021
9th place, "Changing Colors" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet; judged on 4/19/2021.
By the mercies of the Lord*, I present myself to Him
Only acceptable thru His imparted divine nature
Pleasing Him with my faith according to Scriptures’ verity.
Desiring His favor, I trust God, overcoming selfish whim
He enlightens me with His Word of loving gesture
Thus, I strive to please Him, along His grace-bounty.
Delighting me with Christ’s miracles up to the brim
My Saviour leads me to His blessings’ pasture
Enabling me to please Him thru my obedience and humility.
*Romans 12:1 I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service.
April 19, 2019
From failures after pity party, I rise, upheld by God’s mercy*
Directed toward faith-performance ascent
Pressing on, vanquishing doubts.
Fervently following biblical instruction
I strive against frustration-pulls
Overcoming distresses caused by pity party.
Allowing not my spirit to wallow in misery
Midst desperation-attacks, I persist after pity party
While the Lord steers me upward.
*Psalm 33:22 Let thy mercy, O LORD, be upon us, according as we hope in thee.
(Series of Tristich)
June 8, 2019
Honorable Mention, "After the Party" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin; judged on 7/1/2019.
Your whisper
of "Goodnight, Sweetheart," as I slowly surrender
to twilight slumber---sliver of heaven!
The sound of your "Good Morning,"
at the break of dawn as Morpheus releases
his hold on me---sliver of heaven!
You, leaping into my arms
and wrapping your legs around my waist.
Your way of welcoming me home---sliver of heaven!
Thoughts and dreams of you
when you're near or far;
no matter what time of the day---sliver of heaven!
Your soft kisses upon my lips
and brow, your loving arms,
warmly enfolding me---sliver of heaven!
The look of sheer love
in your soulful eyes, bewitching me;
penetrating the core of my soul---sliver of heaven!
Your fingertips
tenderly brushing my skin. Ah, the loveliness
of your beautiful smile---sliver of heaven!
Glowing in my heart like the sun,
your dulcet words of "I love you"
as you're leaving my sight---sliver of heaven!
Date written and posted: 04/13/2019
STRAND PICK 8, ANY THEME, ANY FORM
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: 1st Place)
Date submitted: 04/15/2020
Laying in this casket, buried deep under
Dark skies; raging with lightning and thunder
There’s no coming back, I’m staying under
Time to waste now, just idling my time
In my right hand I’m turning my last dime
Gone to soon, I’m still in my prime
Laying in this casket, buried deep under
Dark skies; raging with lightning and thunder
There’s no coming back, I’m staying under
Days and nights thinking of a life I could’ve had
If only I had stayed good and never gone bad
Plenty of time to think about it, no point in being sad
Laying in this casket, buried deep under
Dark skies; raging with lightning and thunder
There’s no coming back, I’m staying under
The stench in here is rotten: I could do with some fresh air
If I ever get my life back, I will do better next time, I swear
I continue to recite and repeat my forever wishful prayer
Laying in this casket, buried deep under
Dark skies; raging with lightning and thunder
There’s no coming back, I’m staying under
Laying in this casket, buried deep under
Dark skies; raging with lightning and thunder
There’s no coming back, I’m staying under
A broken bird repeatedly tries
to leap into the wind to fly away
only to have its freedom denied.
Desperate, it forcefully flaps its wings,
propelling itself to sever the string
that tethers it down to earth...
but is continually shedding its feathers
And no one is around to see it struggle,
no one to cut the string binding its legs.
If only this songbird could speak,
it'd tell any soul in sight its true plight
This helpless bird, a lonely woman...
trapped with man she doesn't love,
and vice versa. She longs to fly
the coop and finally taste the open air
but is tethered to controlling husband
with money to burn; she cursed
by financial dependency.
Date written and submitted: 08/22/2019
Little known virus billed with hype
is much like the elusive snipe
look for clues and bilk mysteria.
COVID-19 is a blight
take your temperature, dispel fright
combat the urge of hysteria.
Cancellations? don't groan and gripe
take wise advice to wash and wipe
learn CDC’s criteria.
Counter laziness, use your might
raise your normal household fight
reduce viruses, bacteria.
Social distancing is an archetype
of honest help instead of tripe
Heed experts in your area.
Apply intentional foresight,
Observe limits with sweetness and light
Thank God this is NOT malaria.
March 16, 2020