Long Wonders Poems
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God answers prayers
Sometimes with a “Yes”
Sometimes with a “No”
Sometimes with a “Wait”
But, always with the goal…
Of giving hearts real hope!
God answers prayers
Oftentimes with His grace
Other times with His peace
Frequently with His faith
But, always with the knowledge
That His light pours out a promise
Of Love that is forever and always
Love that is filled with kindness
Love that is inspired and vibrant
Dancing through spirits joyously!
God answers prayers
Many times with a smile
Many times with insight
Many times with sympathy
But, always with the aim…
Of giving hearts real faith!
God answers prayers
Oftentimes with His psalms
Often, with His scriptures
Other times with His voice
A still, small voice who whispers
Gentleness and acceptance
Peace that surpasses understanding
Wonders that delight and charm
Love that saves the worried soul
Love that silences every dark thought
Love that lingers in the heart…
Fulfilling, freeing, completing!
God answers prayers
So many times He prepares
So many times He protects
So many times He prevents
But, always with the intention…
Of giving hearts love that is unconditional!
God answers prayers…
With hope, faith and love
His gentle wisdom – His spirit
Reflecting all His goodness, His wisdom
His absolute authority and tenderness!
June fever rises, rolls on the tide of Spring
Kaleidoscopic landscape overtaken flows
Sunlight reveals colors tranquil undergrowth
Imagination grows, open to interpretation
Streaming quietly downstream in morning meandering
Fills up with joy, calendars engagements, holidays at play
Flowers along the hillside bloom
Lift skyward soon on carpeted green grasses
Landscaped with you in mind
Narrow portals, corridors of time include intrusions
Beauty rises in that sacred slower moment
In no hurry, no place to go
The sun comes up, erases every memory of Winter
Eye sensations coronations pretty
Shows off the lovely skin of pink
Dresses of pale petals thin begin
Worn fashionably only in this season
Bursting with enthusiasm on grasses green
That which light penetrates so gladly
The dark stem, like life, is what you make of it in May
June is yellow, happy, golden fringes sing
Radiate with light as birds take flight
This is the time to drink in rain droplets from the leaf
Speak to your flowers gently
They are only here for a while
In Spring, bring plenty of blankets for a picnic
Warmth is precious
Don't step on flowers
Sip wine instead
Eat sliced French bread with jam
Enjoy the wonders carpeted on the grass
An open umbrella would be nice
To shade the sun
To sit and watch the show begin
Soft rain comes clinging on the leaf
A refreshing mist rolls in
No need for speaking
June flowers say everything
Reality kissed in secret on a whisper
My love and my passion is to get lost in a book,
titles alone captivate me and I have to take a look.
They hold pieces of the past and contain mystery,
I enjoy finding out chapters of old, I gain history.
When money is tight, I can travel to various places,
and different cultures emerge and I see new faces.
I am a hopeless romantic so I read for sure pleasure,
Who knows what I will find? Books are what I treasure.
As a child I endured a tremendous amount of pain,
a beautiful novel gave a hurt girl shelter from the rain.
They allowed me to be or do anything, I became free,
I believe in the written word,it did wonders for me.
Contest: Meraki
Sponsor: Silent One
12-20-17
Take my heart and walk with me,
through peaceful dreams of passion's grace.
Let us walk through the nightly shadows,
where love does shine within the night.
We see the wonders of the velvet dark,
when Luna caresses it gently.
We find what we shall find in the peaceful shadows,
as we hold each other tenderly.
Love ever sings within Luna's night,
two hearts touching in tender grace.
Two hearts beat a joyful symphony,
as our temples join in passionate peace.
Let us walk through Heaven's infinity,
passion and desire filling the night.
Through the midst of God's timeless sea,
we shall walk into love's eternity.
There we shall fulfil our every desire,
our passions aflame in love's crimson glare.
our desires are alight as love does flow,
as our temples join in the peaceful shadows.
Many have gone
Family, friends, sacred and godly
Leaving moments as mates
Inspiring and motivating
Placing life before the eyes
Far from imaginations and dreams
Memories allow to relive the life
Past turns into present
Pleasant or pesky; good or bad
They are an experience,
A bunch of events and encounters
More of a realization
During a bout of severe adversity
I recalled my late father’s skills
Deriving the combating courage
During the exciting spell I found
Memories are not mere mental spurs
They are concrete recitals of the self
I admire the nature for bestowing
The power to preserve the past
An attribute that grants continuity
An association to the gone
Rejuvenating the hearts and souls
With wonders, smiles and grief
Life is palpable, candid and real
The moments are never dead
Past does not dissolve the personhood
We are a symphony of eternal notes
Old songs remain inside the heart
Mystifying melodies resonate at times
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It is snowing in Kansas. Florida has an earthquake.
A tsunami in Texas, global warming gives us a shake.
Weird for all of these countries to depend on a lie.
Global warming has come midseason this fateful July.
Dogs are raining in the Rockies. Cats are swimming in the sea.
The world is upside down, topsy turvey, how crazy can it be?
The ozone layer is almost completely and utterly dead.
Lie down child, close your eyes, rest your tiny little head.
Flowers and grasses are the things of the past.
The last sixteen trees are dying, and I mean rather fast.
The wise ones are on space ships, heading to sky-wonders-gate.
I would have loved to be on the last transport
but we were five minutes too late.
Written: 11-21-2019
Contest: All about the Environment
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureaux
Written: September 15, 2023
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In a cosmic world where marvels dwell,
There lies a well where truth does swell.
Under the surface of the cultural tide,
Dissemination of erudition, hence and wide.
Yet, amidst the waves, dishonesty lingers.
Distorting the successful and the weaker
Be empowered to deceive and ensconce.
An idealistic facade where virtue is sparse.
But in the depths of this deceitful sea,
An epiphany awaits, for all to foresee.
A childhood memory of chastity and bliss
That truth was pure, and deceit was dismissed.
A poisonous world may shroud the mind.
But the wonders of verity forever shall bind.
Akin to pollinating bees on a kinetic canvas,
Seeking nectar from flowers is so vast thus.
In this meadow of erudition, we yearn to descry,
The ageless wisdom is unflawed and comply.
In the well of truth, we perceive the light,
Ushering us through the gloomiest night.
Oh, how avarice can pinch and sting.
But verity embrace is an everlasting thing.
It displays the world with hues bright,
Cleansing the soul and bringing forth delight.
In this enormous depth of a world so sumptuous
Let verity be the criterion, the steady unctuous.
In its embrace, we descry our demesne way,
Navigating through every ephemeral day
In the depths of the well, we espy our worth,
A vestige of our genuine niche on earth.
To quest for knowledge, to master, and to grow
To endorse the elision and veracity within us flow.
And it is on this jaunt that we shall arrive.
A candid and guileless mind is graceful to thrive.
Let us, then, face the mysteries that await us.
And acquiesce in the core of verity to emerge, thus.
That day you stopped me at the ledge,
I had accepted the death of my dreams.
Their carcasses, unloved and useless,
Were my only brethren, or so it seemed.
But before I could follow them, you barged in
And you taught me some strange alchemy.
You said, “Belief is the tool from which miracles stem from,
Makes wine of water, strength of weakness, magic of debris.”
You said, “I know your despair, and you know what I've learned?
Dreams are eternal, and only fools set them free.”
I didn’t know you, didn’t even know your name,
But I heard that you believed in me.
O wonder of wonders, here was an angel,
Who had crawled into heaven from the Underworld.
It took me under its wing, told me I could do the same.
With its blessing, a million avenues unfurled.
How far away that day seems, as if it were a dream,
As we watch our sacred offering transform into a beast.
We've transformed along with it, and for the worse, but worst of all?
We drift apart. For that, I can find no peace.
How ungrateful, how reckless, how naive I've been,
To covet Spell over Sorcerer, Progress over Soul.
Your spirit's the true miracle, lighting in a crumbling bottle
I suppose Greatness never does come without a toll.
O nightmare of nightmares, time has proven,
That you're an angel cursed with Decay.
You were my savior, my guardian, what of me to you?
I cannot conquer Death, nor can I bargain with his day.
O, how different his bloodstained scythe appears
When it's a force you have no choice but to obey.
(If any of y'all have seen Arcane, this was inspired by Jayce and Viktor).
Oh, goodbye sweet Summer, I will miss you,
Fall, I will embrace your stained-glass colors;
Invigorating crisp air and skies blue,
Leaves that tumble, spin- beautiful wonders.
The emerald trees lay down Summer gowns,
Now they swirl in bright gold, orange and red;
Delightful the twittering of bird sounds,
I love Fall- sorry Summer you are dead.
I snuggle in a sweater and mittens,
Hug my coat closer and pull down my hat;
On a park bench poems I have written,
For hours, hours contemplating- I have sat.
Fall leaves in my diary I will press,
Oh, spirit winds of Fall- my lips caress.
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September 2, 2016
Poetry/Sonnet/My Lips Caress
Copyright Protected, ID 16-825-269-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Sonnet Contest, 2016
Second Place
Painting realities with word wonders
Springing verily from the depths of hearts...
Poetry exudes truth, delighting souls
Whether free verse of flowing melody
Or structured, that's criteria-anchored.
My liberty bursts along free verse style
Cascading serenely midst faith-bliss gush...
Meanwhile, standards set my structured musings
Capturing vivid scenes through metered counts
Showing life’s beauty in rhyme and rhythm.
With free verse, I’m driven to explore more
And disciplined well to comply with forms…
Both help enhance my poetic prowess
As I please God, my inspiration source
Exalting* Him, sharing His goodness-grace.
*Exodus 15:2 The LORD is my strength and song, and he is become my salvation: he is my God, … and I will exalt him.
November 23, 2019
2nd place, "FREE VERSE VS STRUCTURED" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 11/28/2019.