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Author Dana Redricks
December 16, 2823
In the depths of my struggles, I once believed that my scars were badges of shame, never to be relieved.
But my God, Yahweh, sees beyond this façade, He knows my worth, oh how deeply I’m loved.
The Creator of everything, He understands, Sympathizes with sorrows that darken our lands.
Though I have stumbled countless times, I’ve learned,
God never gives up on me, and His love me is unmeasurable. His love is incomprehensible, divine, and pure, Humans may see my flaws, but He sees me for who I am.
He sees my qualities, and the beauty I possess within.
I’m learning to wear my badges with honor, not with disgrace.
I am standing tall and taking my place. For these scars have shaped me, made me who I am,
I hold my head high, knowing in Christ, I have been redeemed by the Great I AM.
In Him, I’m forever free, walking in a long line of royalty.
The winds may blow, and the waves may crash. But in Christ, I stand and remain unshakable, and unmovable.
The enemy seeks to deceive, undervalue, and destroy us.
Never let us undervalue our worth, or underestimating the value within,
But faithful souls will conquer, triumph over sin.
So let us rise, embrace the love that’s been given, accept your worth, in the eyes God, we are forgiven.
No longer in shame, let us proudly proclaim, we are cherished, valued, and known by our name.
You said you were making chicken salad but you made crab salad instead.
You tricked me into eating shellfish and in a few minutes I'll be dead.
My life is flashing before my eyes, I'm really scared.
You're going to take my life and that is not fair.
I'm such a fool, I should've known that you would kill me.
You decided to do it because of my life insurance policy.
You'll collect a million dollars after I die, you certainly do love cash.
I should've listened to my mother when she said that you're trash.
You hid the phone to make certain that I can't call 911.
You also hid my medicine, I would kill you if I had a gun!
If you were a decent person, you'd call 911 because I'm really sick.
You decided to kill me with crab when you learned that I'm allergic.
You're laughing hysterically because I'll soon be deceased.
You won't get away with it, you're underestimating the police.
You never loved me, all you cared about was being rich.
You're an inhuman monster and you're also an evil *****!
(This is a fictional poem.)
Looking at the mirror
with good day’s pleasure
I see slothfulness’ glamor
taunting with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack sense of honor
defying time-worth’s treasure
So defiant; not a generous donor
offering gift that costs much pressure!
I challenge you, my body’s indolent suitor
upon your procrastination’s grandeur
I’m aware of your wastefulness’ color
since programmed schedule you want to injure
I fight you for putting me in meaninglessness’ rigor
against unjustified torture
Dampening my work-ardor
by your entertainment-indulgence culture!
Face now my spiritual fervor
straightening your laziness-posture
I vanquish your terror
that’s underestimating my devotion-measure
See how I combat fruitlessness’ horror
striving for a productive future
While trusting God with His grace-anchor,
I press on by His might so sure!
Don’t shake me with doubts’ tremor;
I confront you upon truth’s nurture
You'll be overtaken by my Conqueror
… just prepare for a painful capture
Never dare me; you’re a deceitful actor
trapped inside reality’s exposure
I’m driven by the Victor
Who has mastered very well human nature!
Along my stewardship’s armor,
I smite you with discipline-censure
Having the Lord’s good favor...
I dominate over your lethargic displeasure
Upheld by His strong succor,
I subdue your destructive gesture
Trained by my champion Mentor...
I arise toward faith-performance venture!
Thus, by diligence-motor, ...
you, spirit of the sluggard, I adjure
Yield to the task-commander’s tenor
…follow work-ethics’ procedure
Escape from vanity’s galore
…be prodded to toil and endure
Girded by hardships’ candor
…stand up with zealousness-feature!
Opponent of losing savor,
Surrender your worthless seizure for healthy cure
Accept that you’re beaten by genuine labor
midst your impatience-tenure
I thank my Savior for righteous valor
making me win on persistence juncture
Guided constantly by the Director,
I persist in His triumphant service-business* pasture!
Personification with rhyme form
*Romans 12:11 Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord.
April 7, 2019
Edited on May 13, 2020
5th place, "Shutter Speed" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann; judged on 5/18/2020.
drowning in shallow water
knowing how to swim,
but not knowing how to float
i do not blame her for leaving
drowning in shallow water
knowing how to swim,
but not knowing how to float
i do not blame her for choosing him
my main mistake was wanting too much time to myself
my main mistake was pushing her, and her love, away
my main mistake was taking her sincere, precious love for me for granted
my main mistake was underestimating and doubting her inner strength as well as her independence
now there she is happy, smiling , and so in love with a real man
now here i am, a sad, pouting, pitiful little boy with a long way to go
my stomach is not full from the shallow water in which i am drowning in
it is instead from the heavily liquefied regret that is still painfully grounding in
If I do not trust my wisdom
then I have earned nothing,learned nothing,loved nothing, become nothing,
I would be a random phantom,a struggle absent triumph to fathom,
just a creature chasing feelings, ignorant of meaning,
would be like disbelieving my birth
underestimating my worth
searching for mirth
in spoiled earth,
As a Mother never leaves the bones of her babe
Wisdom remains the Warchief of my warcraft, Defender of my Dignity,
when born, naked, bloodied, a new face in an old world, a new dream in an old scream
Wisdom was there to share the air, the steward of my soul and shadow, reason's blade,
guardian of flesh and frequency, It'll be present when final breath farewells me,
Wisdom's warfare is figured yet fanatical,dreaded and unseen,
I will not allow anything to invalidate my wisdom, no threat or doubt of strangers,
humans exist to fight, many to exploit the labor and hearts of their neighbors,
all God's animals fight to survive, but we fight for wants and principles as well,
I war not to live longest, I battle to believe in the value of my death, my spirit not to sell,
Wisdom has nourished my motivations as blood nutures the organs
encouraging me to love life today, not tomorrow,
that I should fear not the cruel for they are truly the weak and poor,
that I am worth more than the Petro Dollar, Euro and Yuan,
that Art is my religion and creativity my life,
reminding that to teach is to live and to live is to lead,
that happiness happens steady when you like who you are,
to be mean spirited is to be despirited,
that lies live when our truths appear terror,
Wisdom taught me to be more a conissuer of soul than of body,
that as a champion I should keep relics of my losses as well as of my victories,
that we learn nothing of significance by being right,
that love is never wrong,
that in times of victory be merciful, in moments of defeat be indomitable,
that I am Free as I am Forever,
gave me the motto,
long damn day, good damn day -
J.A.B.
At any moment spring might arrive
Be prepared with a light jacket in hand
Can you feel the cold wind running away?
Dance with me as the meadows turn green
Enjoy the sounds of streams as they thaw
Feel the warmth of the sun on your face
Great days are about to begin
Happiness returns with the singing of the birds.
I love how the coming of spring makes me feel
Jumping up out of bed anxious to greet a new day
Kissing your eyelids to wake you up
Let's go for a walk
Maybe we will even see a glimpse of summer today!
Now is the very best time to greet the day
On days like this
People seem so much happier
Quietly taking in the moment
Rising just that little bit earlier
So that they can enjoy nature coming back to life
Trading winter clothing for optimistic shorts
Underestimating winter's resilience
Variable temperature seem the order of the day
Wise people keep warm clothing close at hand
X X X OOO, I see there is a better way to keep warm!
Yes this is the time of year for lovers
Zero degrees and the temperature is rising!
For Shadow's Abecedarian contest.
February 13, 2015.
Language is writing your program,
Amplifying the thought system,
So you will get lost within them,
Wondering where they stem from,
Underestimating some,
They come in like a wrecking ball,
Calling on you to fall,
Stalling the ambition engine,
Hiding your intuition,
Within the constant flow,
Throwing you off balance,
Dancing with emotions,
Advancing into a commotion,
An ocean of questions arise,
Improvising life on the fly,
Thoughts will try to divide you,
And some will guide you through,
All of them are not true,
Language has defined your view,
A stew of thought will keep you distraught,
Because you were taught to read,
Needing to feed you their greed,
A seed planted deep in your core,
Before your old enough to implore,
The need to acquire more,
Don't explore the reason why,
Just try to fit in and sit down,
Thoughts staring down nouns,
Students pronounce sounds,
On their training grounds.
Thickened and scarred, my mask bears the burden of time,
Torn, stained, this tough shell silently unravels,
And yet, somehow, it continues to keep me alive, to protect me from the world,
It was never a shining armor, just my mask,
Trying to compensate for all that I could not be.
Sensitivity and tenderness were sacrificed on the altar of necessity,
To become my shield against the sharp and merciless wind,
My mask has burned, boiled, swelled under the relentless sun,
I treated it harshly, underestimating its silent and constant value,
Wearing it reluctantly through this sad, often unforgiving life.
I made it suffer more than it should have, under my weight,
Never acknowledging its silent and priceless sacrifice,
It, my mask, was there when I was not,
Remaining behind me, a testament to all the battles fought,
A story written in scars and burns, in its trenches of pain and silence.
Will I ever learn to truly value it, to appreciate
This mask that has borne my burdens with dignity,
To understand that it is not just a covering, but part of who I am,
A testament to my resilience, a map of survival,
That continues to defend me, despite all my mistakes?
Looking at the mirror with good day’s pleasure
I see slothfulness’ glamour gripping me with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack my sense of honor for me to defy time-worth’s treasure
So defiant; not a generous donor offering me gift that costs much pressure!
Now, I challenge you, my indolent suitor, upon your procrastination’s grandeur
I’m aware of your wastefulness’ color since my schedule you want to injure
I fight you for putting me in meaninglessness’ rigor against unjustified torture
Dampening my work-ardor by your entertainment-indulgence culture!
Face now my determination fervor straightening your laziness-posture
I vanquish your terror that’s underestimating my devotion-measure
See how I combat fruitlessness’ horror in striving for a productive future
While trusting God with His grace-anchor, I press on by His might so sure!
Don’t shake me with doubts’ tremor; I confront you upon truth’s nurture
You'll be overtaken by my Conqueror… just prepare for a painful capture
Never dare me; you’re a deceitful actor trapped inside reality’s exposure
I’m controlled by the Victor Who has mastered very well human nature!
Along my stewardship’s armor, I smite you with discipline-censure
Having the Lord’s good favor... I win against your lethargic displeasure
Upheld by His strong succor, I subdue your destructive gesture
Trained by my champion Mentor... I arise toward faith-performance venture!
Thus, by diligence-motor, ...you, spirit of the sluggard*, I adjure
Yield to the task-commander’s tenor …follow work-ethics’ procedure
Escape from vanity’s galore …be prodded to toil and endure
Girded by hardships’ candor …stand up with zealousness-feature!
Opponent of losing savor, Surrender your worthless seizure for healthy cure
Accept that you’re beaten by genuine labor midst your impatience-tenure
I thank my Savior for righteous valor making me win on persistence juncture
Guided constantly by the Director, I persist in His triumphant service-pasture!
*Proverbs 13:4 The soul of the sluggard desireth, and hath nothing: but the soul of the diligent shall be made fat.
June 11, 2018
Edited on December 18, 2018
1st place, "Bunny Jump Honey Lump Funny Chump" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 12/31/2018.
B Beginning my life's journey
O On a long road of discovery
R Reaching for the stars
N Needing to know...but will I ever?
U Underestimating the universe
N Now finds me under it's power
D Deep within the heart, a longing
E Eclipsing the moon
R Reflected in the eyes of the sky
G Gazing with curiosity through cloudy windows
E Each pane stares back at me, my twin...
M My mirror image , her look of wonder
I I search her face to see if she has the answers
N No secrets revealed,.. we must both continue to seek...and like a moth...
I I flutter, as does she, against the glass, to reach the light
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