Long Wise Poems

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Premium Member Sparkle

Live in the light that comes to show,
Etch a dream clear with cheer that arts;
Tell of fond sights that move wise flow.
Love funds good cheer from soul to heart,
Opt to be kind in grief and pain;
Voice lovely peace that brings sure joy,
End with wise finds that sync with gains.
Style soul's sure ease through trials that toy,
Prize placid poise in succinct grace;
Allow the truth to speak most wise,
Rouse up firm choice with zest in place;
Keep faith in proof as love pays price,
Laugh at harsh hurts that stain a while,
Eject mere dirt with faith's pure smile.




Leon Enriquez
01 October 2015
Singapore
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Why Were the Old Days Better Than These

Do not say, “Why were the old days better than these?” For it is not wise to ask such questions.

Ecclesiastes 7:10

WHY WERE THE OLD DAYS BETTER THAN THESE

Thank you God for the warmth in this cup of coffee.
Like mittens on my hands, a loving touch to my face.
I wrap my fingers around the panoramic scene of snow.
Red, white and green trees firmly planted. Snowflake
designs and its song implied, “Baby it’s cold outside.”

My purple sweatshirt and blue plaid socks harmonise.
The time of year we look for snow to fall on shoulders,
my own, but my hair’s dyed - many a Winter, fools.
I stay in shape the best I can - guarded, punching life.
Thank you God for wisdom, deep and coffee strong.

11/15/2022
Form: Verse

Premium Member FAITH IN GOD WHO DEALS WELL WITH US

January 18 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 1-3
 
Key Verse – Exodus 1:20 Therefore God dealt well with the midwives: and the people multiplied, and waxed very mighty.
	
FAITH IN GOD WHO DEALS WELL WITH US	

God deals well with us in His loving restoration
Reproving us along His prevailing compassion
Refreshing our souls through His nursing instruction… 
Ready, by faith – we repent, confessing our transgression.

God deals well with us in His grace for our growth’s achievement
Rebuking us along His kindness-fulfillment
Refreshing our spirits through His Scripture’s empowerment… 
Ready, by faith – we strive to obey His commandment.

God deals well with us in His reinforcement of His leadership
Reigning over us along His offered relationship of holy friendship
Rehearsing to our minds His precepts for our stewardship… 
Ready, by faith – we turn to Him for sincere worship.

God deals well with us in His mercy against sin-oppression’s trouble
Reforming us along His beseeching sacrifices that enable
Restraining our weakness while upholding us, being feeble… 
Ready, by faith – we overcome backsliding due to worldliness-rumble.

God deals well with us in His truth for our earnest believing
Rebuilding us along His opportunities for diligent serving
Rejuvenating our character traits toward virtuous improving… 
Ready, by faith – we cling to Him for wise problem-solving.

God deals well with us in His answer to our prayer plight
Reaching-out to us along His goodness against grief’s blight
Reinvigorating our commitment through His assuring light… 
Ready, by faith – we trust Him always for our supplication-might.

God deals well with us in His respect for our devotion glow
Reminding to stay along His blessings’ flow
Restricting our zeal against arrogance-blow… 
Ready, by faith – we submit to Him to conquer pride as foe. Amen! 

January 18, 2025
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Chrysalis

Genesis: God’s plan unfolding
Father, with the Word, creates;
Spirit on the water hovers
God, how great and wise you are!

          Caterpillar - slow, unwieldy
          Daily tied to earthen bonds
          Weaves a tomb of transformation
          God, how great and wise you are!

                    Chrysalis - still small but growing;
                    Like salvation’s scarlet thread
                    Silken fibers knit together
                    God, how great and wise you are!

                              His creation full of mystery
                              Tides and seasons, death and birth;
                              All things change but the Almighty
                              Only constant One on earth.

                    Full cocoon - now breaking open
                    Folded wings untried, unsure,
                    Now unfolding, flexing, flying;
                    God, how great and wise you are!

          Butterfly - now soaring, sailing
          Free at last from landlocked chains
          Picture of the resurrection
          God, how great and wise you are!

All in Christ made new creations
Old things gone, the new has come,
Praise the Father, Son and Spirit;
God, how great and wise you are!
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Itching of the Nose

Predation requires a flexible mindset
So flexible that it is concrete
Even your worst enemies,would like to become members
Ooh,my goodness,this thing called life
Be wise,when choosing friends
As they become your downfall
Am I getting cold
Be wise,who you associate yourself with
As they can become your worst enemies 
Am I getting colder
Be careful,when it comes to your resources 
As some individuals are eager to absorb those resources 
Am I getting old
Is there a question?
Selection requires certain ingredients 
So selective that it becomes loyalty 
Even your worst enemies would like to become part of the team
Ooh,my goodness this thing called life


I AM POETRY

 

light penetrated dark, sound birthed
the Word ~ p o e t r y
a superlative emitting that which changes 
emerging when ripened as verse
speaking to people faraway 
unlocking alphabets from minds 
to glide, fast fly, jump or slowly crawl, landing 
at destined places, swords or aces

I am Poetry ~ weep or whimper not for me
existentially dancing, enthralling, glancing at 
blank paper to be embroidered in ink 
ruby red, black or olive green 
free flow I from fingers fragile, artistic or sturdy 
regulate me only for joy or exploring expansion 
perhaps for judicious judgement

I, P o e t r y ~ sequins of Love convoluted or rayed, in service 
purifying emotive sentiments conditioned, romantic, missioned 
Heart is my home where rest my letters, forms
cadences, couplets, epics
in non-bewildered  intelligence visioning dreamscapes 
divine, liberated from bandages, buckles, bondages
  
alive is my Supersoul breath giving voice to electrons 
protons, neutrons which  fleetingly capture 
essenced life through observed elixirs 
as Poetry, I witness action followed by pure 
stillness ~ transcendental whirlpools in orbits
my limbs reach language lyrical or plain 
burnished and wise
cherishing recitals in sacred spaces 

I activate thoughts and visions remaining 
supremely unattached  attuning words 
for Grace ~ 
undulate imagination in perfect waves 
misty, clear or intricate, intriguing, unblemished 
gratifying, swivelling, sizzling in my own 
fire or ice
I, Poetry, consummated
voice the W o r d

Premium Member Quest

Does, like birds and beasts, gratifying daily needs suffice?
What's more? What should I aim at? Like a sage, where should I go?
The things and beings I see here are, no doubt, nice and wise.
Has a breeze or storm yet a single direction to blow?

Gaining true liberation and eternal salvation
Moving from all that is the world's ignorance to wisdom
Deserts of desires and delusions with dedication
Should be audaciously opposed, withstood, and overcome.

To that heaven of freedom and happiness, I should go
Should encounter the almighty, the angels, and the saints
Should I stay there forever or come back? I do not know.
Won't, yet, one be away from temporal mundane constraints?

As glories of the sun and moon, enlightenment I'll gain
To this end, I'll face any physical or psychic pain.
Form: Sonnet

I Doubt It

Smothered by doubt,
I claw to get out,
Scraping away shouting,
'What's this all about?"
Falling outside the lines,
They say I'm divine,
Yet I'm trapped in a vine,
Intertwined in a timeline,
That I didn't design,
I'm feeling benign,
Refining my reality,
Into a day I want to see,
I awaken only to find me,
Standing before the key,
That unlocks the mystery,
As history repeats itself,
Selfish desires rise,
Lighting fire to the prize,
My inner child cries,
I shout for my demise,
I'm wise to the trendsetter,
Doubting I could make it better,
Writing letters to the editor,
Trying to stop the predator,
Creditors knocking on the door,
Floored by the cost to be,
I hold the key to more,
I'm exploring what I'm here for,
Smothered by a need for more,
I fall back to the floor,
Stored emotions pour out,
Again I'm doubting what it's all about.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member All Dim Ones and Zeros

Encoding seven binary digits in length;
Of so these sequences;
All 'dim ones and zeros'
Bits, radices conversions with divisor two;
An electronic device for storing and processing data, typically in binary form, According to
All 'dim ones and zeros'
Instructions given to it in a variable program.
Personal computer or other Wise,PC, laptop, netbook, ultraportable, desktop, terminal;
Makes calculations, especially with a calculating machine
Of so these sequences;
Encoding seven binary digits in length;
dot-dot-dash-dash
More complicated than that
all 'dim ones and zeros'
An electronic device for storing and processing data
Does it really matter
The man who invented the home computer was
Steve Wozniak, known worldwide as 'Woz' 
all 'dim ones and zeros'
Woz 
The man who designed and built the first Apple computer


10/04/18

Premium Member Mahen, my grandson

The garden’s gold trumpets, in velvet array,
Swayed to the rhythm of a soft, summer day.
They leaned to the breeze with a secret to share,
While a robin’s sweet night-song hung light in the air.
The chorus sang out of a "title" brand new—
A herald of joy that was coming with you.
Then morning arrived with a shimmer of lace,
As sunbeams spilled over the garden’s green face.
The scenery was set, like a stage for a king,
To welcome the wonder that your life would bring.
And oh, you were precious, a sight to behold,
With a beauty and sweetness that never grows old.
Today you are gentle, a soul kind and wise,
With the love of all nature clear in your eyes.
Whether crafting new worlds in a Minecraft domain,
Or excelling at tasks with your brilliant brain,
There is nothing, dear grandson, you cannot achieve—
You’re a marvel of talent, if you just believe.
Our love for you stretches past horizons unseen,
Far deeper than oceans, more vibrant and green.
On this peaceful birthday, let happiness bloom,
Like the yellow trumpets that chased away gloom.
May your years be as many as stars in the blue—
Happy Birthday, dear one; we are so proud of you!
Form: Couplet

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