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There resided in an Orphanage, called Blessedville
Lovely girls whose names are Charitybelle,
Faithgayle and Hopedelle.
They are best friends and in prayer they are aligned
Asking God to give them adoptive parents who are kind…
Yet they must wait for guardians with good heart and mind.
One day, their home was visited by Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion
Giving all children food supplies, and for each one, a school-provision
As they announced their adoption-related decision.
They planned to adopt two girls who are cheerful
So all children have become more responsible and dutiful
Including Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle who are hopeful.
“We want all of you to be part of our choice”
Said Mrs. Grace Kompassion, “so now rejoice
And answer our question without making a noise.”
Mr. Merc Kompassion smiled with delight
Stating, “Just do what is right and write without fright
To make us know that you are the great child in our sight.”
Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion asked each child for recommendation:
“Among all of you, what two names can you give as suggestion
To be included for our family expansion?”
Each child wrote one person including own name
But not Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle who are the same
In not placing their names for their full claim.
Charitybelle considered Faithgayle and Hopedelle for the best
Faithgayle mentioned Hopedelee and Charitybelle to be blest
While Hopedelle noted that Charitybelle and Faithgayle are the greatest.
Because of the love* they showed for each other
Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle were adopted together
And Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion became their father and mother.
Until now, they visit Blessedville Orphanage with eagerness
Expressing that they thank the Lord for His graciousness
Making them belong to a wondrous family of joyfulness.
*1John 4:16 And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.
Tristich in Rhyme midst Narrative form
April 7, 2023
1st place, "Write a Sweet Fairytale For Children with a Good Outcome Ending; Nobody gets hurt" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley; judged on 5/6/2023.
As I slept a spell fell over me a storm was a brewing and the wind was picking up trees were starting to bend and crack.
Trash cans were clanging from hitting the house wind chimes were chiming in the strong wind it all started to sound like a band with no rhythm.
Glass was breaking and car alarms started going off this sounded like strange music playing outside or was this part of that no rhythm band?
They say there is a lull in the middle of a storm do not go out and do not be fooled it can kill you be safe and stay inside.
At my window I now see light coming in was it a bad storm or a spell maybe just a dream.
Written Date: 2/15/2020
Title: 3. A Lull
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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.
021320PoSpCtest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 14 - Tristich -, Edward Ibeh. Title picked-Defenseless
Your pain is my pain, because human suffering was never an individual matter
The wisdom of every culture, the founder of every faith, made that clear
We cannot separate suffering into cubes, accept baby deaths in Africa by filthy water
We got civilized together, ate what Old and New World tribes discovered at a price
Many died testing toxicity in herbs, fruit, and such, so families might survive
We all farmed once, built cities together, and polluted the planet as one human species
We seldom think of immigrants as “planet-polluters” – while excluding ourselves!
LORD does what He can to remind us of shared fates, one consciousness
Some research declares menstrual pain as part of one pain body, of ALL SISTERS
There is one PAIN-BODY that is felt in the species, One Human Body in suffering
No one will blame Adam and Eve, and declare themselves pure, never having
Tempted others to sin, or guilty by association, planning evil to Others, incessant plotting
Somewhere behind that mental clutter, we know WE endangered species, kill cows & elephants …
Together; that World War I began in Sarajevo, but never made India innocent
We take credit for medical miracles as humanity, not Drs. Separate and Self-Sufficient!
When one tribal thug kills babies, or wipes out the Wooly Mammoth, we own it as One -
*****Habilis first used tools in Africa, became *****Sapiens there, gazing across the Ocean
Walked to Eurasia, male blood and mitochondrial DNA daily explode myths of separation
How pastors, priests, and Power treat and mistreat women, is now owned as a global problem
The sooner we believe none is innocent, as in South African apartheid, Southern Segregation …
We’ll join Voices like Dr. King’s to do holy work: defending the Promises (of God and) Constitution
Oh, where did you come from? The sad sight of you
breaks my heart in two. I see that you're lost,
scared, disheveled and emaciated.
You wander from street to street, town to town
aimlessly; your travels fraught with grave peril.
If you jumped the backyard fence and ran away...
please wander back home. Your family must be
distraught and looking for you! Why did you flee?
Or were you abandoned in the middle of nowhere?
Whoa! Danger! Danger! Danger! Steer clear
of busy highways! Do not cross. Please turn back
Don't run from me; let me rescue you!
Where do you go when winds howl in
bone-chillingly cold nights? In my mind's eye,
you're trembling as you whimper in discomfort
As you bear the brunt of the harsh elements,
the sword of damocles hangs over your neck
like a leash, and death casts its shadow from above
Beware! Don't wander into roads with busy traffic!
Watch out for cars whizzing by! The likelihood of a fatal
accident is extremely high! If only you'd realize ...
how unsafe you are roaming these streets!
Danger lurks everywhere your four legs take you!
Poor thing, don't be afraid. Let me save you!
Submitted for...
Strand Choice A,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
03/09/2020
Submitted for...
Warning Poetry Contest (Winner: 4th Place)
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Date written: 02/27/2020
HAIKU is a centuries old Japanese traditional phonetical & cultural poetic form
whereas
HIKU is a relatively recent reference to the 75year old established haiku in English. Hiku being an imagist tristich like its elder cousin,without a title,and with a similar economy of words ,inherently enigmatic & with a caesura or an ellipsis and surprise ending. A similar sense of pause ,the aesthetic insight flowing from perception gained from 'one breath length ' composition that flowed from the Japanesese 17 onji sound inherent in the Japaneses haiku. Without 'invented' syllabic( 5-7-5 ) line restrictions of the 'haiku in english 'is the 'free verse' version of the '5:7:5 haiku in English'. similar but different ,a present tense poetic ,the - hiku is the written or recited equivalent to arts 'gestural spontaneous happening' .
Creativity the key in a verse freed from strict syllabic constraint within its triplicity of format(tristich)& yet inherently enigmatic & often with a caesura and surprise ending( VERSUM )to give a 'turning' to the line.
The flexible hiku maybe a horizontal single* line,(often broken line at the caesura),a vertical line(usually a painting(haiga) ,a couplet** or a tristich* with shape-like variations.
hiku tristich examples
he dusted the album-
a memory of love
trickled down his cheek
winter unfolds-
galanthus nivalis
in the woodland
5:7:5 haiku (haiku in English) example
on the wind,a bell-
muffled from across the square
raindrops fill the air
5:7:5 haiku( haiku in English)with title example
An Abstract Haiku
blue and gold circles
revolve,dissolve and endure
picture,perfect pure
This is a poetic testimony of a child from an orphanage ...
adopted by loving parents:
Though I look sober, still in the Lord do I indeed rejoice
Grateful am I to hear my father and mother’s voice
With “We love you, dear; you’re a child of our choice.”
As a baby, a lot of things I can’t understand…
But, I’m being trained to trust the Creator Who has perfectly planned
Everything for my life, beauteously grand by His divine brand.
Well, it was sheer triumph of gladness that reigned over my amusement
The very first time I experienced loving home’s engagement…
Yet, please allow me to express sincere “baby-bewilderment.”
So true, I’m puzzled because I don’t have the looks of my Mom and Dad
You can’t blame me if somehow such causes me to be sad, but not mad…
Even if told that the Master wondrously molds me to be a good lad.
Yes, my brain is questioning this present situation of mine…
Hoping that in God’s best time I’ll comprehend His marvelous design:
Why I’m an adopted child, which accordingly is “just fine.”
Now, I’m settled in my adoptive family’s faithful care
While nestling in my parents and siblings’ nurture for my welfare
Thanking them for making me belong with their adoption-share.
Praising the Saviour for my new “psychosocial” identity
I, rescued from abortion, pray earnestly for God’s blessings’ bounty
As I grow up to learn about adoption* and its spiritual beauty.
*Ephesians 1:5 Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to the good pleasure of his will.
Narrative through Rhyme in extended “Tristich” form
May 1, 2019
6th place, "Baby Face What's You THINKIN' 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.; judged on 6/3/2019.
Let’s relax along mentorship pleasure
to bask in varied students’ excuses when facing pressure
as they abound for sure…
Learner A says, “There is a lion in the way”
so I’m late for the reporting schedule today
hope to fulfill it later, I pray.
Learner B uses blame game, insinuating
“the serpent beguiled me” into such tainting
thus, I succumbed to the ranting.
Learner C retorts with confidence reign
“the dove returned not again”
when asked of his assignment he forgot in vain.
Learner D enumerates alibis to cover negligence
even citing Balaam’s talking ass confronting guilty conscience
pledging to show next time enduring diligence.
Learner E lets absenteeism be justified
testifying, “I’m the lost sheep personified
needing teacher’s patience, greatly magnified.”
Learner F, for missed requirement, declares candidly:
“Mine was done perfectly; indeed realistically...
... and then a flaming pterodactyl ate my homework surreally.”
Learner G, muses midst rationalization glow:
“'When thoughts cease to flow ~Where does ego go'”**
May, I please be forgiven as I ask for understanding-flow."
Well, as a learner myself, I admit with earnest confession
my human nature is no exemption
so my heart seeks the LORD*** for wisdom’s implementation.
*Proverbs 26:13 The slothful man saith, There is a lion in the way; a lion is in the streets.
**Unseeking Seeker
***Proverbs 2:6 For the LORD giveth wisdom: out of his mouth cometh knowledge and understanding.
February 4, 2021
Edited on May 14, 2022
Tristich in Rhyme form
3rd place, "Bubble of illusion" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 5/20/2022.
“Blessed and holy is he that hath part in the first resurrection: on such the second death hath no power, but they shall be priests of God and of Christ, and shall reign with him a thousand years.” Revelation 20:6 of the King James Bible
Though seemingly impossible
a perfect government can actually exist
since such is the 1,000 years or millennial rule of the Sovereign…
Imagining its verity requires faith exposure
experiencing event’s magnificence creates anticipation
since such has been prophesied; and will wondrously happen…
With “Thy kingdom come” as answered prayer
it assures saints' reigning along redemption of nature
since such displays vividly the Lord Jesus Christ in His glory…
Sublime realities worth cogitating await the believers
global unity prevails; wars will cease midst joy of genuine bliss
since such characterizes the holy dominion of the Prince of peace…
Extreme longevity to be restored
no need of hospitals then for sickness is removed
since such supernatural preservation comes from the Healer…
Infallible justice will be administered
devoid of social, political, racial, religious oppression
since such upholds unified worship in the Spirit fullness…
By the actual ministering to every need
all wants will be met; language barriers removed
since such is the instruction of the Master Teacher…
Engulfed with gratefulness and praise-filled awe
my heart keeps on trusting the God of my salvation
since such is my heart’s response to Scriptures, immutably functional.
January 25, 2021
2nd place, "Can You Imagine - Any form" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 1/27/2021.
On the first day of Christmas,
my eldest brother Reuben said to me:
“Let us all serve Jesus Christ only”
On the second day of Christmas,
my older sibling Simeon said to me:
“To the LORD, let us send our prayers daily”
On the third day of Christmas,
my closest birth brother Levi said to me:
“We declare Christ’s third day in the grave as being Most Holy”
On the fourth day of Christmas,
I said to my loving brothers and sister standing next to Judah me:
“The blood of the Lamb of God has set us all free”
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my bold brother Dan said to me:
“Let no idols be kept in our hearts secretly”
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my meek brother Naphtali said to me:
“We do vow to walk among all men peacefully”
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my wise brother Gad said to me:
“Jacob’s seed must sow Jesus Christ by how we live and breathe”
On the eighth day of Christmas,
my cheerful brother Assur said to me:
“Us fruits of Isaac need to show forth the love of Christ ever joyously”
On the ninth day of Christmas,
my patient brother Issachar said to me:
“We children of Abraham have to wait on the LORD faithfully”
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my shy brother Zebulun, and quiet sister Dinah said to me:
“Praising our Holy Savior with loud, angelic singing is our sacred duty”
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my Abel-hearted brother Joseph said to me:
“The Second Adam is the Good Shepherd who will lead us perfectly”
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my youngest brother Benjamin said to me:
“Please tell me again, the Resurrection gospel story!