Long Willfulness Poems

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Premium Member Conscience of a God

Looking back on life, as I go forward
tripping over, what’s missing, 

Not love or loss, a divine exclusive experience,
Contentment mere blissful contentment 
baby suckling at mother’s teats,

Blind by ignorance now I see it,
aloof of desire, in symbiotic willfulness
Bridging a song, with choral angels
invisible transcendence, threads of virtuosity 

When reason feels the suns surface,
reason will be sustained, 
Infinite vacuums of containment,
everything else in nothingness of space, 

Immeasurable incomprehension 
supplied on tap, to our basic intelligence 
Surreal questionable answers only to be found,
they made no mistakes,

Impotence feeding omnipotence,
omnipresence giving out rain checks
Cooling off periods never happen,
a torrent of ice comets burnt them away,

Spare a thought for the mindful,
let the human burden, carry that cross 
Give them one atom, and our conscience
everything else belongs to the gods. 


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12/01/2021    25 lines


Premium Member PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO EXHORTS US TO SUPPORT THE LORD'S ANOINTED

April 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 1-3

Key Verse – 2Samuel 1:14 And David said unto him, How wast thou not afraid to stretch forth thine hand to destroy the LORD'S anointed?

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO EXHORTS US 
TO SUPPORT THE LORD’S ANOINTED	

Praise be to God for exhorting us to support the Lord’s anointed in:
Bravery along sin-anguish to overcome temptation
Battle against unrighteousness toward triumph
Best awakened from tests for thanksgiving  
Business around ministry-toils  
Blessings amidst trials

2Samuel 2:6 Praise be to the Lord Who helps us
to show kindness to others: 
Strengthening faithfulness-fervency
Settling fellowship-friendship 
Subduing foolishness-failure
Smiting frustration-fright 
Sharing faith-fervour
 
2Samuel 3:39 Praise be to the Saviour for
rewarding everyone well according to His:
Wisdom to correct wickedness
Way for checking willfulness
Word midst compassion for the weak
Work that cares for the weary
Will commending the worthy. Amen!

April 4, 2024

Premium Member PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HEARING OUR CRIES

July 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 120-125

Key Verse – Psalms 120:1 In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HEARING OUR CRIES	

Praise be to God for hearing our cries, delivering us from:
Despair and distress
Difficulties that cause dismay 
Discouragements around doubts
Dread because of diseases and death
Deception toward defiance along destruction 

Psalms 121:5 Praise be to the Lord for 
being our keeper and shade midst:
Stabbing sins
Smiting sorrows 
Shocking suffering  
Subjugating sickness
Stubborn senselessness  
 
Psalms 122:1 Praise be to the Saviour for inviting us 
to go into His house to listen to His Word that:
Endures forever 
Exalts His faithfulness
Edifies the faithful followers
Examines faith fortitude’s fruitfulness
Exemplifies firmness against frustration futility

Psalms 123:2 Praise be to the Almighty 
for letting our eyes wait upon Him:
According to Biblical ways
Against blinding worldliness
Around His blessed wondrous work
Above blurring and worthless worries 
Amidst breaking wickedness and willfulness
	
Psalms 124:8 Praise be to the Creator 
for being our help that:
Upholds us by His redemption
Uplifts us for restoration-revival
Unites us with His reconciliation-rejoicing
Ushers us toward rededication so refreshing
Unfolds to us His revelation for our usefulness’ replenishment

Psalms 125:5 Praise be to the Holy Spirit 
for leading us against:
Crookedness by His calling
Curses through His charging
Cruelty along His compassion
Carnality with His cleansing correction
Coldness midst His care for our consecration. Amen!

July 8, 2024

Premium Member In Their Mothers' Eyes

We've come to pay our last respects -
So hard to know what to say next.
It's just harsh truth that we excise
As we convey our last good-byes.

When words alone don't help us grieve
We search for what we can believe.
While facts can foster dissonance,
Emotions field a false defense.

When hate and willfulness combine
Coarse words and actions fall in line
And set the stage for tragedy -
No time to think with clarity.

Teens roaming free with time to spend
Devised a "hit" - with guns from friends;
A drive-by aimed to score revenge
For some "wrong" pride pledged to avenge.

As neighbor's child went out to play
Stray bullets took its life away.
The "mean streets" were its enemy
But grown adults refused to see.

The tales that trend the evening news
Do little more than to confuse -
With homage paid to ad hoc views
They paint a scene with changing hues.

But, we see in their mothers' eyes
An anguished look - they realize
Such grave events can't be reversed;
That day relived as truly cursed.
Form: Rhyme

Retracing Our Steps To Find Our Lost Generation

in this world of fatal attractions and demonic temptations
we must retrace our steps to find our lost generation
in the grand scheme of life God gave us each a purpose or task
and we need to find that special gift in order to do what He has asked
we're all precious to Him and with each of us God broke the mold
and when He loses any one of us He desires we'd be returned back to the fold
yet the generation of today has become negative in mind
the media portrays them as being thugs of all kinds
nothing about them is positive for they seem to be all about self
and it's up to as adults to help restore their spiritual health

where would we be ourselves if our own parents did not have our backs
we're in part responsible for the next generation falling off the right track
we were too busy climbing up the corporate ladder to keep them in place
we turned our sheep a loose and did not stay on their case
we stopped reading with them, praying for them and left them on their own
and now we have a bunch of rebellious kids who think that they are grown
a lost generation out in the wicked wilderness
caught up in the world of violence and willfulness
it's up to us as parents to take on the responsibility 
and go out into the wilderness and bring them back to safety

we must retrace our step and remember the last time
we thought of ourselves as a flock, a community of one mind
we started thinking as individuals and went out to do our own thing
and in the midst of our selfishness our children did the suffering
we were too busy to teach them to take responsibility
we were too busy to teach them to respect authority
we must retrace our steps and go back to that time
when we were the most important thing on our own parent's minds

now is the time to get down on our hands and knees and get right with God
and hope that we can instill in our children a righteousness of heart
so pray for the youth, pray for yourself and pray for everyone's salvation
pray that Jesus the Great Shepard can retrace our steps and save our lost generation


Hubris

Certain men have risen to claim dominance over society,
Their actions attest to barren depths of indifference,
Caring not that those who are unable to fight back
Are trodden beneath the heavy boots of oppression;
Artistry, vision unrecognized by these ruthless men
Allowing the best of creation to fall unrealized;
Blindness reflected in the aperture of willfulness,
They fail to realize the key to their survival
Depends upon those they seek to trample.
Denying the nuance of eternal life,
Disbelieving warnings that their war-filled saga
Lacks the grace of God’s perfect blessing,
Their hubris knows no bounds,
Their proclivity for power overriding any doubt.
With no one possessing the temerity to question their authority
They flourish in shallow praise, unable to comprehend
They bring about their own self-inflicted death
As disease eats away the marrow of their existence.
Unmourned, unheeded they shall pass away
Forgotten, unremarkable as they die an ignoble death.












11/19/18
© Deb Radke  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Sherab Baby Rabbit Sitter

SheRab was the logical choice to watch my kittens
Born in the Year of the Rabbit. 
Highly intelligent, she understood their immaturity
Mistakes they might make before becoming hares

But what kind of a doe goes off and leaves her kits? My man asked.
He has no idea that I am terrified of my baby’s willfulness.
They can be destructive and vengeful.
Born in the Year of the Rabbit.

Three lucky days each month, and if I am fortunate
They will appear on weekends. 
The rest of the time I am trusting them to SheRab
For she had a similar kindling.

She will treat my kittens as if they are her own baby rabbits.
I leave them eagerly, knowing she will be affectionate and kind
And she can match their intelligence with her own.
The wisest choice a mother can make 
When she is born in a different Zodiac sign.

Premium Member My God, Thank You For Keeping Me Inside Your Will

December 20 Scripture Meditations Based on Revelation 3

Key Verse – Revelation 3:10 Because thou hast kept the word of my patience, I also will keep thee from the hour of temptation…

MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR KEEPING ME INSIDE YOUR WILL

Thank You for keeping me inside Your will’s great government
From self-sufficiency’s confinement
Toward dependence on Your transforming involvement
For my faith’s strengthened empowerment!

Thank You for keeping me inside Your will’s good guidance
From self-righteousness’ arrogance
Toward reliance in Your perfecting performance
For my character’s vibrant radiance!

Thank You for keeping me inside Your will’s gracious generosity
From self-willfulness’ futility
Toward claim of Your satisfying bounty
For my needs’ fulfilled security!

Thank You for keeping me inside Your will’s girded gearing
From self-esteem’s proud rearing
Toward submission to Your caring nurturing
For my spirit’s revived stirring!

Thank You for keeping me inside Your will’s glad goal
From self-destruction’s pitiful hole
Toward surrender to Your upholding pole
For my personality’s cheered-up soul!

Thank You for keeping me inside Your will’s gentle guardianship
From self-study’s humanistic leadership
Toward compliance to Your molding partnership
For my stewardship’s favoured worship!

Thank You for keeping me inside Your will’s grand gloriousness 
From self-denial's shallow earnestness
Toward obedience to Your instruction-purposiveness
For my servanthood’s heavenly reward's blissfulness!

December 20, 2022
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member See The Summit

"The summit cannot be seen",
what possibly can this mean?
There's always a certain goal;
vivid visions all should see
mere high bows to certainty.

Climbing for a brighter day,
will we likely lose our way?
This summit seems but a dream;
insights hit a sudden stop
finally finding the top.

Together hearts beat as one,
getting closer to the sun.
Truth in the heart, our best guide;
freed from fears of "I" and "mine",
ego takes a steep decline.

Blinded by sheer willfulness,
longings towards consciousness.
We will cling to what is dear;
our soaring spirit shall speak,
when we stagger up this peak.

Emerging through clouds on high,
new vistas to mount nearby.
Victory's a fleeting flame;
inner thoughts fade in thin air,
as one arrives, nothing's there.






25 lines  rhyme  130 words
catalectic iambic tetrameter
Zen koan, Moshan monk phrase
"The summit cannot be seen"
from the Hidden Lamp book
© Greg Gaul  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Willingness- First Place Contest Winner

"The amount of good luck coming your way depends on your willingness to act". Quote by Barbara Sher
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Whispers of disobedience float in the air.
A challenge beyond the conformity snare
An inability or refusal to shift or comply
However, awareness stirs—a probing stare.

Prejudice dances with arrogance—and defy
Forcefulness quality—firm fervor to untie.
Rebellion and lack of collaboration clash.
Invest in openness—it's time to stroll and fly.

Refusal and firmness oppose ceding or crash.
Willfulness, otherwise, is wisdom gained to dash.
Mastery gives way to mystery—humility to adore.
As the spirit discovers its own rhythm and flash.
 
When you act from the depths of your soul's core.
You sense a river flowing—a delight you can't ignore.
Award-winning is optional, as has been shown.
However, the drive to prevail is a factor to explore.

Vocation isn't from having a strong will alone.
It involves listening and finding your unique tone.
The dance of will and stubbornness—a path of dread
A delicate equilibrium, a magnificent finesse throne

So let your resolve lead you—push you ahead.
Listen for the hushed voice of willingness instead.
For in the rhythm of these two, a dance to adjoin
Therein is the beauty of growth—wisdom to be said.

Let us, therefore, accept both sides of the coin.
The determination and commitment to join.
In the dance of avarice and openness line.
We uncover our true glory, our inner enjoin.
 
In the vast symphony of life's grand design
Willpower and flexibility dance—intertwine.
Because it is at the junction of these two.
That we find our essence and its true sign.

1st place contest winner
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rubaiyat

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