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Awesomely sweet is God’s Word* to my soul
Benefiting beyond Milky Way’s role
Curbing cravings for Charleston Chew pleasure
Delightful dainty more than Dove for sure
Enriched with wisdom, not of Smarties load
Fortified to triumph along Rocky Road.
Glazed by divine savor above Pay Day’s
Heavenly taste of Lifesavers with grace
Irresistible midst Heath’s rich flavor
Joy-source from holiness’ Spree and favor
Kindling activeness more than Kit Kat’s might
Lifting spirit is God’s precept-insight!
Mouthwatering Mounds can’t surpass Scriptures
Nourishing Now and Later faith-ventures
Over limitless Take 5 service grants
Pleasant, devoid of Starburst sour rants
Quelling stress much better than Skittles
Relishing prayer times midst Nerds-rattles!
Satiating trust-appetite’s fervency
Thrilling not just tongue as does Galaxy
Unmatched are the Lord’s statutes-nourishment
Value-filled, it exceeds Skor’s fulfillment…
Well-coated with Zero sin-calories
X-raying heart midst Snicker victories
Yonder Mr. Good Bar’s yummy cheerfulness
Zooming beyond 100 Grand preciousness!
(Abecedarian and Couplet forms)
*Psalm 119:103 How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
Indeed, the Word of God is absolutely sweeter than all those delightful sweets - candies and chocolates- combined (Psalm 119:103). The Lord be thanked, praised, and glorified for making His Word available for our salvation, spiritual growth, sanctification, and service-steadfastness!
October 3, 2018
1st place, "How Sweet It Is" Premier Contest
Sponsored by Carol Connell; judged on 10/16/2018.
This is featured in the book, PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world. Paperback – November 27, 2020 by Arczis (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
Troubles in life, they stab like a knife, piercing a by-standing soul.
The anger and wrath that’s set on your path gives darkness, and within you behold.
Tears through fear when you’ve lost and your gear hasn’t changed, be meek and be whole.
The fire within that won’t shake, flee, or bend is a start of a spiritual soul.
Fire to forge or destroy in your life. You choose your path and your home.
When evil is present you walk in the desert. No love? Then you move alone.
If you see what you see then why don’t you dig deep? Encourage your spirit to glow.
If your flesh is troubled then your spirit is growing for elevation after the triumph is old.
Make matters meet more miracles. Mending must mutate major molds.
If you go through the fire you will come out refined. Pure in spirit like a single white rose.
Within this span, my thread lies frayed,
A tumbling start to aches untold.
Cracked thought births fractured serenade,
A stammered plea, a story old.
Six summers young, the tempest wakes,
Friends drift like leaves on autumn breeze,
A burden borne, no solace makes,
Broken I stand, beyond all ease.
The system’s hand, a distant grasp,
A father's gaze, that could not see,
The shattered self, behind the mask,
Only my mother knew the grief in me.
A laboratory life, a sterile cage,
Hospitals my haunt, my constant dread,
Yet, I claw onward, through life's rage,
Meds, a fleeting dream, now dead.
Each dawn, each dusk, the battle joined,
The elixirs fail, the hope departs.
In twenties lost, a promise coined,
Three years of grace, mend fractured hearts.
Then shadows fall, the truce undone,
The demons surge, the body's sway,
Physicians keen, but cures spun,
Forty-six years enslaved this way.
No balm to soothe, a chair's embrace,
Thousands in storms, my spirit bleeds,
Yet, I persist, with weary grace,
Though embers wane, I plant my seeds.
My odds may seem a cruel decree,
But victory's song, one day I'll find,
Despite the storm that batters me,
A triumph wrested, for my mind.
"Inside"
inside us
some other
world
spending
sentences
wasting time
breaking
barriers
we think
too much
words
we turn
like keys
opening
doors
we think
we're breaking
free
some other
world
inside us
our eyes
are open
our eyes
are closed
we are living
in a dream
(LadyLabyrinth/2021)
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One of those castoff items that we shove
Promptly deemed ‘junk’ upon a second glance.
I hid you on the highest shelves above
With a slim ‘someday’ of a second chance.
In solitude you stoically withstood
The cruel confinement you were sentenced to.
With dogged demeanour of solid wood
You kept your composure as if you knew.
Oft butting heads over your checked acts,
My late dad and his dad battled so well.
Though I delved not in your strategic tracts,
My grandsons set you free from jail cell spell.
That chessboard - centrepiece I now hold dear,
Your pieces shine, each one is carved with love.
When boys butt heads I smile in silent cheer,
Imagine dads are smiling from above.
Artifacts may lose temporary trend,
Then triumph tenfold in the timely end.
How much I love you.
It's easy to describe.
My feelings are as strong as
the movement of a fierce earthquake.
You have captured
my heart with your strong hands and eyes.
My love for you has lingered
for as long as
I can remember, my love's deep.
I know my feelings are true.
Why can't you love like that?
I think my day has come.
I saw you looking
at me, with your big, beautiful brown eyes.
You came towards me and planted a big kiss.
My love has been rewarded.
(I wrote this poem when I was in the 10th grade. I know the poem is patterned after a poem
called Martial Choreograph that was written by Maya Angelou. Does anybody know what
type of poem it was?)
Form:
Face fractured with fear
As the Taxi drew near
The building was in the next street
" I'll drop you off here"
Said Steve full of cheer
(Annoyingly rather upbeat.)
As you pushed on the door
It's sticky hinge hissed
And you drew in your breath
At the scent of 'dentist'
"Youre a little late" the lady said
Do you live somewhere rural ?
You swigged on your hip flask
Looked her right in the eye, saying
"Just get me an epidural."
"Now now Mrs Phillips
You'll be just fine "
Said the lady so white and starched
And into the chamber of old magazines,
You were unceremoniously marched.
With Your heart like a piston
And blood pressure soaring
(Even " Horse and Hound" seemed
Tired and boring )
Lulled by a clock counting out every second,
Till you started with fright
As a dental nurse beckoned ...
"Please don't worry, don't be so tense "
Said Helga ( on work experience )
And then with sinister gravity
Said "We'll take care of that cavity "
"Hello" boomed a voice from the back of the room,
I'm here to do your extraction. I've done them before so no need to shake,
Look at me if you need a distraction "
"This won't take a second, it's all pretty simple
Just a couple of jabs and we're there "
So first with your right fist and then with your left,
He was out cold, on the floor, by your chair.
You ripped off your bib, took a swig of the pink
And suddenly feeling much better,
You lunged for the door and ran down the stairs
As fast as a sprightly red setter.
You ran to a sweet shop and asked for some toffee
"Give me the chewiest stuff that you've got"
"Sure said the assistant , this one's from Yorkshire
And here, you can have the lot "
You took of the wrappers and stuffed it all in
Then chewed like a donkey on acid
And in a few seconds, the tooth that was hurting
Left a hole as big as Lake Placid.
So what is the moral
I hear you all ask
Of this tale both of triumph and sorrow ?
Well forget your insurance, leave your cheque book at home,
Just unwrap and chew on a toffo
Joyfully serving my Lord, Christ Jesus
Empowered by the Holy Spirit with love’s earnest
Nourished is my soul by His Word’s nurture
Nestling in His care day and night…
Ready is my faith toward rejuvenating revival
Optimizing His offered stewardship opportunities
Secured in His salvation for steadfast Gospel sharing
Enabled in the ministry toward reaching-out effectiveness.
God I praise and thank for His gracious goodness
Exposing my heart His wondrous of great excellence
Never leaving nor forsaking me; neglecting not my needs
Instructing me with His truths of inspiration
Taking me to triumph as I worship Him with thanksgiving
Affirming His presence, always marvellous* through His precious assurance.
*Psalm 98:1 O sing unto the LORD a new song; for he hath done marvellous things: his right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory.
January 17, 2020
Dear Jennrose,
A very blessed birthday to you. The Lord be praised and thanked for your life devoted to Him, by His grace, through His power, and for His glory.
The wave could be Twenty Twenty Three,
stars align and pieces come together;
Love, happiness, and prosperity;
Enveloped in creativity
artists, musicians, and poets gather;
The wave could be Twenty Twenty Three;
Maybe a spark, a fire year for me,
an array of moments to treasure;
Love, happiness, and prosperity;
Erasing an outdated boundary
the chapter closes with a sever;
The wave could be Twenty Twenty Three;
A mantra etched beautifully,
built timeless to triumph forever;
Love, happiness, and prosperity;
Catching a ride on a choppy sea
making my way to more clement weather;
The wave could be Twenty Twenty Three;
Love, happiness, and prosperity.
“The only light from a sword have sheltered me from despair
The balance of reality and dreams, welcomes nothing to compare
Dreams were afterall the insanity of one’s desire
Made to believe moments before the awakening hour
This belongs the true origin since the fall of the humans
The curse brought from our love to cause The Ancients total domination
Moments since loved, to love to then unlove
I give to you only truth afar from lies to serve”
{Years of yore, a time somewhence atween the Holy War
A prophecy is soon to begin its outcry once more
Humanities who were forged to serve the Battalion Goddess were dying away
Prayers in blood were dis-spirited souls praying to live another day
Yet despairs to the Heavens never seem to be heard
Where forth the Battalion Goddess, where is the Goddess of Word?
The Goddess who mortals seek hope in, bears one in many prophecies
The one to lead till the end of war, to rid the Ancients of miseries
However, the DarkLord Alkzadrius, only grew ever stronger each dusk
Every other night to those who live, only promises to be last
There was then this one night, in the ruins throughout The Ancients
A brightest of light shone from a seemingly farthest of distance
Two figures emerge from beyond, one a woman and another a man
And the very might of the moment itself, have had evil dissolving into the sands
Every other minions who came in their way were vanquish
Even spells and curses cast upon the terrain had discreetly vanish
Sensing victory for the night, mortals around raise their swords and fought
Yet the battle were already won at hearts without so much a thought!
It was raining a subtle when dawn finally arrive
That day, every mortal to witness the birth had survive
Humanities rejoice in triumph to the Champions of the lands
Peace being the one hope for all time, was only just a matter of when
The prophecy remains to be true… prayers were heard
Evermore so, mortals reunited to serve once more the Goddess of Word
Every battle were won, wherever the Champions of the Word were to walk
In time, they were feared by most every minions of the Darklord
Alkaiya, the name enchanted by the people for the mistress of War
Being the one who beholds the Bow of the Word hence fore
And the Knight of the Word who has without a bearing name
Who wield the Sword of Sin where evil is nay to remain}