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I’ve always wanted a friend.
One who would understand the twisted and complex thoughts of my mind.
One who would see me in my despair and reach into the stars to make me happy again.
One who would care and help me as I would care for them.
A friend who knows all my faults and fractures,
And yet is still here.
Waiting in the room of my life
when many have failed to stay.
I only wanted one. And yet, I've got many.
And to find a friend like that is like two universes colliding,
creating the utmost chaos that in the end brings harmony and peace.
So I ask of you this: when you find that friend,
That friend who will be with you in your depressing seasons and euphoric spells,
That friend with whom you could talk about how the sun is never crescent and the moon is never full,
Keep them in the tiny folds of your heart, and never let them go.
Pups, imps, joeys, wiggling tailed marsupials, hunting in parties of five.
Deadly facial cancer has killed lots of us, it’s a wonder I am still alive.
I screech when I eat, carrion, my utmost favorite food, road kill.
My aggression insured me at babyhood alive I would be still.
There were fifty in my litter, but only four teats so we scrappers had to fight.
Growling and viciously, snarling at each other, slapping away nice ones in the night.
Our mother was grabbed by a caveman devil who dragged her off by the neck.
I was incensed, and promptly chased after them, thinking “what the heck?”
Some of my siblings were frightened out of the old hollow log,
not many decided to stay.
I was not one of them. I showed my teeth,
and my aggressors promptly ran away.
Wombats, wallabies, opossums and other animals on this island of mine.
Steer clear of my hollow log, knowing I will
snap them up and eat them in no time.
Great indeed is Saviour’s love story!*
The Gospel of utmost compassion grace
Bringing heaven’s joy… wondrous victory!
Such precious deed shows Almighty’s glory
Marvelous mercy of sacrifice brace…
Great indeed is Saviour’s love story!
Midst despair due to sin-caused misery
My Lord grants pardon of freedom bright rays
Bringing heaven’s joy… wondrous victory!
With faith strengthened from attacking worry
I worship Christ Who hears my earnest praise…
Great indeed is Saviour’s love story!
To vanquish gloom and nurse heart’s injury
I seek my Father’s fellowship embrace
Bringing heaven’s joy… wondrous victory!
Author of spiritual history
God re-created me to win life's race…
Great indeed is Saviour’s love story
Bringing heaven’s joy… wondrous victory!
*John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
January 25, 2019
Edited on January 28, 2020
10th place, "Your Best 2019-2020 Villanelle" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 1/29/2020.
RULES OF ART
so painterly
executed
considering
the innovative
&contemporary
in true naturalness
space
of
utmost import
unusually
displayed
outshone by
admiration
unsurpassed
yet
involved
as
aspects
alluding
to
handling of light
sensations viewed
in discovered
differences
admirably
singled out
then
amplified
though
connections
relaxed in
numerous
hypothesis
where
motivations emerge
as notions
surviving
in conceivable phases
&
attributes
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Today here
Absolutely no fear
Gone tomorrow
We must now borrow
Expenses unforeseen
Ceremonies and meetings in between
Funeral Directors need money like candy
That life insurance not taken, would have come in handy
We troop in to contribute
Tea and bread to distribute
Last respects to pay
Hidden costs to defray
Life is terminal
The cost of death phenomenal
Spiritual gifts become active
Our faith in insurance, that reactive
They love to say
We leave areas grey
Total disclosure and utmost good faith
Read your policy we sayeth
Ignorance is intolerable
Without insurance life after, is unbearable
Have a vision, have a dream
Best served with life insurance, it would seem
I know what’s true –
I won’t be dissuaded
I have my view
And it can’t be degraded
I won’t allow myself to be
The target of a witch hunt
The sword that cuts,
It cuts both ways
From the time of huts
To the modern day –
I won’t allow myself to be
Branded as a scapegoat
Some things can be seen
With the utmost clarity
Clean must be the screen
That hides humanity
I know what’s right –
It’s my guiding principle
But woe if that light
Were rendered invisible
I couldn’t allow myself to be
Blinded and without clarity
In need of clarity
Give me clarity
Show me clarity
Shining clarity
Inner beauty lasts long
because truth lies in
where no dress or cosmetics
needed to maintain
Outer beauty is already finished
we cultivate again and again
we put extra colors
for our own expected design
Over the nature always
we try to be masters
human instinct is such that
we arrange show of block busters
The whole Universe is a plate form
thousand crores of galaxies there
they are busy for our needs
we are tiny they also take care
A great body without flesh
global body is indeed
our bodies sense with mind
comes from it
All are outer of inner Soul
Supreme God paying dole
The Total Universe is like a doll
Just the game of utmost "GOD" within the whole
The Federal Reserve is often confused with the U S Treasury,
so I am here to eliminate this confusion with the utmost of clarity.
The Federal Reserve Is Not the U S Treasury.
It is a private owned central bank that has driven the U S Treasury,
into perpetual bankruptcy.
Who funds the U S Treasury?
The taxpayer, you and me.
We also fund the Federal Reserve weekly.
Federal withholding from our paycheck goes to the Federal Reserve directly,
to bail out governments' financing inefficiencies.
The CEOs and their cronies at the Federal Reserve,
are all enjoying a super rich lifestyle they do not deserve,
provided by the blood, sweat and tears from all of our labors.
Faithful stewards* strive for “Well done!”
Doing utmost with strength’s fullest
Serving Christ, the eminent One
Who deserves verily the best.
With the Lord’s grace as girding might
Faithful stewards strive for “Well done!”
Radiating life-building's bright light
Exemplified by God's great Son.
With masterpiece they had begun
Perfection upon faith-venture
Faithful stewards strive for “Well done!”
Through divine nature and nurture.
Modelling humble excellence
Inspiration for everyone
Working in diligent silence
Faithful stewards strive for “Well done!”
*Matthew 25:21 His lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord.
January 14, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SELECT U,any form ,any theme" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/19/2020.
Somewhere deep within the machinery of life, in the nearly unfathomable growth and division-by-replication cycle, one was not like the others. And then, an unlikely pair… A cascade resulting in an avalanche, all within the mysteries of a slice of DNA, a gene. She is remarkable, a thing of true beauty, and her perceptions of the world were never mine, but they are altered by this wayward spark, this catalyst that propels her outside the lines of “normal”. She is perhaps the most loving of the five, will curl up in your lap and stroke your face and flash a smile that tells you all is right with the world, and yet she lags behind her younger sibling, at least in the ways we finite creatures mark and measure our reality. But what I have come to understand from our Designer is that everything is done with the utmost care, with exquisite attention to detail, and this leads me to believe that he was not daydreaming when he formed her. Or if he was, she was on his mind, and on his face, a smile that tells you all is right with the world…
tragic perfection ~
the true tragedy lies with
a flawed perception
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for the Like A Child Poetry Contest
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
written on 07/16/2022