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God sees the poor in spirit* groaning in pain
Languishing in fleshly miseries where they’re slain
Being ruled by discouragement that’s vain
While hoping for His miracle to gain.
God invites them to immerse himself in His loving domain!
God hears them crying for divine aid and support
Excruciating from downfall’s discomfort
Wailing due to deceit and false report
While begging for His help, their ultimate resort.
God leads them to kneel with faith humbly before His gracious fort!
God knows them needing for urgent care
Beseeching for His assured welfare
Ailing with discontentment’s scare
While longing for His promises they treat as rare.
God brings them to His throne where at His blessings they can stare!
God understands them sighing anxiously
Expressing their complaints sorrowfully
Murmuring about unfairness grudgingly
While questioning their state bitterly.
God counsels them to seek His will meaningfully!
God recognizes them in their struggles against frustration
Succumbing to sinfulness’ oppression
Leaning toward welcoming desperation
While craving for His pardon’s restoration.
God grants them forgiveness upon confessing their iniquities of destruction!
God remembers them cringing in difficulty
Mourning over their self-inflicted calamity
Grieving because of worldliness-caused infirmity
While yearning for His joy and tranquility.
God cares for them with His mercy, guiding them by His light’s authority!
God pities them in their woes as they feel worthless
Wallowing in the futility of slothfulness
Afflicted with the guilt of fruitlessness
Pleading for His compassion and faithfulness.
God instructs them to serve Him thru His power to enjoy His bountifulness!
*Matthew 5:3 Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
December 15, 2018
7th place, "Tinker, Taylor" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 12/29/2018.
Remembering our wild days
brings back the nostalgic feeling
often suppressed by me,
but it's slowly growing:
ah, these flashbacks
are filled with regrets,
it's too hard to grasp reality!
At this age, real dreams
don't motivate my low spirit
to draw realistic visions,
I sit alone and grieve...
sending loneliness to Hell;
I still hear the voice of Anabel
louder than the crow's shrill
that pierces through this will,
it refuses to be a windmill!
So distant is her divine smile,
it made existence worthwhile;
so helpless is the wish to own her again
and end this sadness with a happy refrain!
I chase her until I trip on the curb,
but running fast is absurd,
by now, she has disappeared
while the tragedy repeats my screams...
giving rhythm to steady heartbeats!
At this age, nobody pays attention
to my irrational rush,
I carry an empty heart for some time,
ah, the vain hope soon will be gone,
but I won't be deceived
or even be deluded
by another easy crush;
it would be pretension!
You have your demons and so do I
You may be able to but from them I can't any longer hide
All what I feel inside
The passion, pain, intensity, and emotions will not subside
Going through this everyday mundane
It's enough to drive even the most rational person insane
Why is it that you keep holding on tightly too
Every woman that always seems to end up hurting you
Yet here I am standing here with my heart and soul for you bleeding
And there you go again you keep on from me fleeing
Is it easier to be hurt then to love someone like me
Is it easier for you to turn away and close your eyes then it is to keep them open and clearly
see
I'm the one right in front of you and never again will I just turn and leave
There is a solid and concrete reason as to which you and I always seem to come back to
each other again
Only this time we each have known how we have grown, are older and wiser and just where
we have been
Just stop and let me back in let me try to once more explain
Unlike all the others I never gave you my heart and my soul in vain
You have always kept them safe and held on tightly to that key for all these years
You never could let go of me either and I never wanted to get them back no matter if there
were many tears
Quit running away from me and take the time in me to embrace
You could once again give to me your leather and I can give you my lace
I can't help myself from being in this state
But yet you know damn well in line for you is where I will continue to wait
No matter just how long it takes
Or how my heart and soul forsakes
You are my heaven on earth sent to me from up above
And there's no turning back or walking away anymore when not since I've realized I've been
bitten by your love
Words are not enough
Language of April showers
Say it with flowers.
Gracious camellia
Daintily posing, but in vain
Begonia lost in thought.
Desirable
Hopes teeming with ambition
Of a stargazer.
From friendship to love
Exchanging yellow petals
With the deepest red.
Delicate beauty
Of hibiscus in full bloom
Inspires iris.
A blushing lilac
Unaware of dawning day
Dreaming of first love.
Bittersweet flower
Ever loyal to the end
Won’t betray a friend.
Parting time is near
Save the memories within
And forget-me-not.
Yellow hyacinth
With a heart that knows no peace
Nest of jealousy.
Morning breeze scatters
The rich fragrance of jasmine’s
Deep sensuality.
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* Hanakotoba is the language of flowers.
** each flower is bestowed with symbolism & meaning.
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Author: Paul Callus
Contest: Any Poem#21
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placing: 8th
A faint hearted silhouette,
Of a life once thought,
Surveyed the silent terrain
Of a forest plot.
Searching for creeds
In the bones of deeds
Her net came up empty
Only whispers were caught.
A canon of dreams,
Battles of air,
Toothless virtues,
Knuckles gone bare.
Damning a fight,
Stood a farmer trembling,
With fear he looked
At a rabbit’s cold stare.
A word adorned
In glory diamond frill
Longed for a text
To shine upon its bill.
Weaving in grammar,
With vain notes of a stammer
A loin cloth, a rag,
A fettered letter’s
Poisoned pill.
An immodest figure
Of hair-chested speech
Watched over squawks
Of birds on a beach.
Steaming in smothers
Of mosquito-like brothers
A bellicose vein
With nothing to leach
Bled profusely
For compassion to teach.
A steely vow thunders
At the grimace of night.
Speechless candle sermons
Brightens the light.
Wondering if dead means
Off with the head
A guillotine’s guilt
Came down from its height.
A voice of timber
Stood alone
Upon earth’s stage,
A guard with silent strength
A worker of our age.
Holding a wounded dove
With flower power
Tears of love
A woman revealed
How truth is concealed.
Daring to design,
At great risk of a fine,
She wove a garment
For our age:
Eden’s dress in brutal rage.
A transitory phenomenon, a grand adulation of opulent desire,
Seeking mirth of heaven on earth, passions ablaze ignite fire,
A destination sought after; pleasure is aim of its cherished theme,
Yet, it ends in vexation and vanity~ it is an illusion, not a dream.
Ephemeral as fog of dawn, as fleeting rainbow on fuchsia arc,
As flirtatious infatuation of sunset~ a splendor before dark,
A fantasy preceding a nightmare~ the reign of pleasure is short;
Alike amber hopes of morn, stygian clouds shroud and thwart.
Follies seeking triumphs eternal, are defeated as failings vain,
Juxta-positioning on feelings of joy, anguish blaring of pain,
Resembling a lunar cycle~ phases of life that wax and wane,
Rising with ambitions of full moon, yet, retreating in disdain.
Authentic is goodwill of divine, presiding over grandeur of life,
Counterfeit are feelings of joy that detour into angst of strife;
Permanent is the flame of heart, lit with sapient, inner light,
Vacuous is search for spurious delight, futile is its phony plight.
Transient pleasure does not yield, if happiness is ultimate goal,
Pursuits mundane, ordinary, fail to satiate enlightened soul;
Contentment can be achieved, despite the ecstasy vanity stole,
In lasting inner peace and harmony, aspirations virtuous extol.
"Cherished Blessings"
Life has not ended, only changed
and so our lives are rearranged
for one so special now has gone
their spirit, to the Lord, was drawn.
And we are lost and so afraid
their memories will never fade
these cherished blessings paid the cost
and we are left behind so lost.
Someday soon you'll see them smile
with faces that always beguile
tiny Angels in deep blue sky
the precious treasues live on to fly.
Tender moments haunt the day
when quickly they were stolen away
from safety with no reason why
so many blessed souls had to die.
Now they abide in God's great love
in heavenly mansions high above
their presence felt forever new
smiling upon a family blue.
This tragedy is not in vain
their essence shall ever remain
recall the pleasant times all shared
as a Nation wept and cared.
So Life has not ended, only changed
and tears flow feeling constant pain
and understanding is so illusive
while we mourn withno conclusion.
Trust iin God's immortal Plan
He loves every child, woman and man
throw kisses to reach the Throne
as loving hearts abide in their new home.
*Written by: Linda-Marie B.R.
*For the victims of Sandy Hook - sent -22-13
This poem is by a poet ~ Linda-Maria Sweetheart ~ who was taken from us by death and I would like to honor her memory and verses with this post which is also being entered into -
The Uncontest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Posted on June 23, 2020
Gazing into the twinkling sky as a dreamer
charmed by an awesome, immense universe,
Adriana sits as a muse to inspire some verse:
many surreal thoughts to seize another star!
" Fantasy cannot find truth if reality is ignored, "
seems a desperate attempt to appease her mind;
and small as she is, her soul dominates as queen,
nothing is discharged as vain in her eyes so keen!
Adriana, speak your command with a convincing, firm tone
and all the distant stars will be drawn to you to posses;
it's dreams that make us restore true belief in ourselves:
look beyond and realize that God didn't accomplish it alone!
Verse tells of poise where feel firms sight
Ink stains bind choice in the clear light
Sense a warm glow as feel meets thought
Urge joy to show in simple lot
Aim for fond writes that cast fine spell
Love now can cite a profound dwell
Cheer floods the way with happy craze
Opt thus each day to quest life's maze
Light prospers sight that joy may grow
Live with soul flight in poignant flow
Apt voice of wit frames humour grand
Glimpse how zest fits your ways dear friend
Etch words worthwhile that tell stern tale
Veer with a smile as faith avails
End with bright tints that sparkle clear
Reap wonder's mint in lovely cheer
See that you see how pain breeds gain
Each man must be mindful not vain
Last light now falls upon the gate
Attest how gall can mellow fate
Embrace fond fest as love funds spree
Zoom journey quest with soul set free
Leon Enriquez
19 October 2018
Singapore
SONNET FROM CHRIST
I never thought of coming to this evil land
My father sent me though it wasn't a command
I was invisible until I turned dust
It was my father's wish thus a must
You were all uncircumcised until I arrived finally
I came to set you free
I was not unaware of the pain I would go through
They debased me because of you
I was virtually nude when they hanged me on that transit tree
My father's wish came to pass untrammeled
You whom I freed went back and stumbled
After I sacrificed my blood, you subjected me to disdain
My father sometimes feels I came to toil in vain
You hide behind the facade of my commemoration and escalate my pain