Long Triumph Poems
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With God’s omnipotence that does attest His wondrous might
I can overcome temptation with its sinful temerity
While fighting valiantly transgressions’ filthiness…
…Pursuing after holiness in living for His honour.
By God’s omniscience that fully opens heavenly wisdom’s aperture
I can vanquish ignorance with its folly’s nuance
While subduing doubts’ collaboration with skepticism…
…Seeking for His truth which sets me free toward jubilant triumph.
Thru God’s omnipresence that marks every great spiritual saga
I can prevail over unfruitfulness of barren faith
While conquering insecurity brought by lack of trust…
…Striving to please Him with my labour of love.
Because of God’s overtaking blessings that highlight His marvelous grace
I can win against discontentment that afflicts my well-being’s marrow
While gaining His favour midst righteous proclivity against time-wasting…
…Advancing the Lord’s kingdom and sharing the Gospel* as His grateful steward.
*Romans 1:16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth...
November 9, 2018
4th place, "Eight word challenge-9" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 11/27/2018.
Poiseidon's waters roil and roar
Up and down the craggy coast;
Their winedark waves have brought the host
Of foreign men all drunk for glory,
For the sake of one man's vanity
They traveled to your alien shore
To write with blood and bone a story
Of the Gods' capriciousness towards men,
Of passion's triumph over sanity
Which they shall repeat: again, again.
The men will surge against your city walls
Ten long and doleful years;
Your children, born to violence, shriek, widows' tears
Appeal to you, their hero Prince,
To drive them back to whence they came
As your father walks the palace halls,
As does his shade now, ever since -
Ever since you went to face the foe
To pass to time your noble name,
Their legend and their martyr, hope, and woe.
It was asked by what Creed you chose to live
Before you fell to Fates' perversity,
Before their undeserving Champion dragged you 'round the city.
"Honor the Gods", you said, cruel though they may be.
"Defend your Country", you said, though it be doomed.
"Love your Women", you said, as only they can give
Meaning to the madness from across the sea.
Your father forced to beg your battered corpse; so many dead,
Their faces still now, 'neath the swaying plumes
Of shining helmets, others waiting in their stead.
"Honor the Gods
Defend your Country
Love your women."
- Oh you grey heads who start your wars for Pride,
Go ask Andromache's ghost
What it meant to her.
Still Growing
seventy-three and one-half years young
can’t forget the half-don’t want to appear
younger than I actually am
seems like yesterday I was living in
a foster home and working on the farm
and that was fifty-six years ago
my biggest regret was all the
potential friendships I destroyed
because I was an angry person. I
came from a dysfunctional home
where every form of abuse was acceptable
I had PTSD of a sort so the shrink said
which stunted my social skills
my biggest triumph was accepting
Jesus has my savior. I have slowly learned
to forgive others and just as importantly myself
it has been a life long process and my transformation
is not totally finished but I am better than I was.
Now I have very few friends from the past but am
making some new ones while treating people with
respect.
Being content with the way things are is a
wonderful feeling.
Radiating bliss of peace-filled pardon glow
forgiven heart beams with gratitude delight
countenance reveals conquest against sorrow
being reconciled* with God brings freedom flight
toward thanksgiving triumph midst blessings’ flow
propelled by faith for joyous reaching-out height…
ready to share divine love, mercy and grace
exuding worshipful praise throughout the days.
*2 Corinthians 5:18 And all things are of God, who hath reconciled us to himself by Jesus Christ, and hath given to us the ministry of reconciliation.
June 29, 2024
2nd place, "YOUR CHOICE P" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/16/2025.
I have shared my tale as a woman,
In words that flowed, and a voice reborn,
I sang of pain and loss,
And also of triumph and breaking free,
Of liberation's warmth, and of new birth,
As I spoke out, the weight began to fade,
Unseen wounds healing, no longer delayed.
In vulnerability, I found my might,
A strength that rose, like morning light.
My scars, once hidden, now shine so bright,
With every word, with every song,
I rose above, where I belonged.
No longer bound, I spread my wings,
And in my story, healing springs.
As a woman, my voice, once trembling, now rings clear,
Through the courage, shown to my soul.
For in sharing my story, I've found a voice,
A strength that whispers, "you have a choice".
To rise above , to heal and mend,
And in vulnerability, true strength to lend.
October 3 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 5-6
Key Verse – Matthew 5:9 Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.
HEART THAT PUTS OUR FAITH IN GOD WHO CALLS US HIS CHILDREN
Our heart puts our faith in God Who calls us His children against evil source
That comes from carnality’s force---
We stay in His Biblical course
Surely desiring to be holy through the standards He does endorse.
Our heart puts our faith in God Who calls us His children against sin’s bad effect
That speaks of imperfect human nature with character defect---
We declare His truth, and falsity detect
Surely praying to be sincere, being His own whom He does righteously protect.
Our heart puts our faith in God Who calls us His children against wickedness’ shame
That brings embarrassment’s flame---
We avoid worldly game
Surely choosing to be honest while His praise we exclaim.
Our heart puts our faith in God Who calls us His children against error’s detriment
That starts with guilt along afflicted sentiment---
We pursue toward earnest commitment-fulfillment
Surely endeavouring to be strong by His steadfast redemption-settlement.
Our heart puts our faith in God Who calls us His children against pride’s consequence
That exposes unwillingness of subtle disobedience---
We labour with service-caused diligence
Surely submitting to His will of perfection-insistence.
Our heart puts our faith in God Who calls us His children against illness’ affliction
That irritates spirituality and vanquishes joy of salvation---
We triumph over selfishness-inviting temptation
Surely remaining calm through His peace-endued forgiveness-function.
Our heart puts our faith in God Who calls us His children against worldliness-filthiness
That offends godliness to promote idolatry’s wickedness---
We flee from lustfulness along its unworthiness
Surely repenting whenever we are drawn toward hypocritical zealousness.
October 3, 2026
I
awakend
in the dead of night
passionate desires nibbled
hunger and thirst, consumed me
A Mayan princess was of no use to me now
I, who was king, became a slave to my lustful desires
Gargoyles and the devils helpers would fall at my feet, in death
yes in triumph I marched forth, eyes aglow, at the pastries I would devour
Note: The Title in English means "A Crime at Midnight" yes since childhood I am guilty of this crime!!!
June 14 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 11-15
Key Verse – Psalms 11:7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO LOVES RIGHTEOUSNESS
Praise be to God Who loves righteousness
and for instilling in us His:
Kindness along His truth
Kinship around His triumph
Keeping to be trusted during trials
Kingship with His testimony against terror
Keenness that teaches and trains midst tests toward thanksgiving
Psalms 12:1 Praise be to the Lord for helping us by His:
Love that settles us from falling
Leadership that subdues our fretting
Look that surrounds us against faltering
Liberty that strengthens us in our frustration
Light of His life that satisfies and suffices us forever
Psalms 13:3 Praise be to the Saviour for
considering and hearing us:
Monitoring us against distress along His magnificence
Meeting us in our discouragement with His mercy
Managing our days midst devotional moments
Ministering to us by His marvelous miracles
Melting our despair by His might
Psalms 14:6 Praise be to the Almighty for
being our refuge Who:
Nourishes our souls
Nurtures our spirituality
Nestles us in His salvation
Negotiates our sanctification
Navigates with us in our Scripture study
Psalms 15:1 Praise be to the Holy Spirit for
letting us abide in His tabernacle with His:
Openness for our worship
Omniscience midst His wisdom
Omnipotence along His wonders
Optimum offer for our workmanship’s worth
Omnipresence ordering our ways from worldliness. Amen!
June 14, 2024
Seconds to go.
I am locked away, set aside.
Throat opens, body twists.
Face distorts, voice roughens.
The tangle man wakes up.
He is twelve, seventy, eighty.
Sick and lame.
Trembling and tight.
Blank eyes peruse him.
There will be tears, mania and lacerations.
There will be trauma, suffering and death.
Shall we begin?
Spit and panic catapult malignant declarations over open hearts and minds.
The targets are welcoming, knowing, bored.
Stinging verbal percussion slaps bloody daydreams into existence, leaving mental brandings smoking like cigarette burns.
Temples of his stories assemble and collapse from tongue to word as Gods and puppets arise through pages, letters and memory.
With a heaving gag he births a scene onto the stage and watches as it bites through its umbilicus and begins to suckle at the congregation’s teat.
The milk is thick and spoiled but the narrative reflection is a ragged lesion that will weep for days, maybe even weeks.
Their number is too small for hushed, safe exits so they remain trapped and immobilized as putrid projectiles shower them in the malady of his tale.
They are beginning to see what isn’t there and to hear what wasn’t said while he screams, giggles and grunts through his stained euphoria.
I don’t want it, I don’t like it, I can’t take it, it’s too much, it’s not enough, it makes me sick, it’s too dark, It’s too wordy, it’s not funny.
Are you all right?
Are you all right?
What’s wrong with you?
At last he is tightly swathed in the translucent skin of their propriety.
He can now anchor his tale and draw nutrients from their discomfort.
His parasitic imaginings have found a host and his triumph is now germinating in his own humiliation.
It’s not fair; all we wanted was a nice night out.
What’s so wrong with that?
Winner takes all
He sat on the sofa feeling disgruntled, watching TV
about a young woman who read a poem about hill climbing.
I have climbed many hills, he said to himself,
but there was always a steeper hill to conquer.
Take sport, he said, women win everything you care to mention
even football and ice-hockey the last bastion for men has been invaded
to the newspapers delight, of course, the editors are women,
as are the contributors; it isn’t fair.
His wife enters. She has been on the treadmill for an hour,
asks him if he has done the dishes? No! He says folding his arms in protest.
Do them now the cleaning lady is coming, she may think badly about us.
Triumph, at last, he thinks, typical female worries about silly things.