Spiritedly radiating festive cheer
Exuberant along blest hopeful gear
Prevailing with God’s grace, mercy and light
This month ushers us toward celebration delight.
Eagerly greeting our hearts with triumphant merriments
Mirth-filled September exudes jubilant, vibrant moments:
Birthdays of family members bring reunion bliss
Engaging loved ones together in fellowship we can’t miss---
Reminiscing childhood fun along home bonding zest
Fueled with testimonies of faith, attesting we are blest
Also, we have tribute to grandparents on a September Sunday
Leading our footsteps toward upholding wise legacy’s ray.
Let’s welcome September blessings gratefully indeed
Showered by the Lord* with His gifts to share in word and in deed.
*1 Peter 4:10 As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.
September 16, 2024
5th place, "September Falls" Acrostic and Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 9/30/2024
Saturdays child learns
to tie his shoe laces
one fugit of time cascades
Butchers tales lasting longer
the sound of trees to a blind man
out of fashions glare
I do declare,
Uptight seasons with a ransom to care
Merriments timing celebrating
second gear
Give me your windows
let the dark light linger
sun boulevard again
wafting in the water
acting feight
your summer segments swell
giving hope to seven crows
distant hope flowing
I've known you asunder
The eagle clings to merriments shadow
the temple of life gives to the Pilgrim
She's my neighbor; we study, from childhood, in the same school.
When we were younger, we regarded ourselves as best friends.
As she grows, she starts to be stern, though within she is cool.
To her friends' bids, she's stiff, while to her parents, she bends!
I like her friendship, though she feels too shy to contain me.
Rain is a mere cause; I wait for a chance to walk with her.
The stitch in the steel poke of the umbrella has gone free.
Is this why, as a girl growing up, there's a mental stir...?
She has given me very little space; it's enough, yet.
Though we don't, somehow, dare to gaze at each other's faces,
To our childhood contentment, we do not feel any threat.
Amidst lasting silence, there are indefinable graces...
Though only a monsoon glimpse, with glassy drizzling around,
May this pave paths to a new life with much merriments crowned...
picture 2. You are the little girl or boy
I remember the precious days of my life as a kid
The days of waking eagerly to greet the morning breeze
Where the sun smiled sweetly to greet the decent horizon
The skies were as clear and as fresh as the dawn
Where swimming on the river did not cause a disease
And fishing did not cause a notion of devastation
For everyone knew the bounds of their limits
The laws were adhered to whether statutes or common
Where working on farmlands was just like a hobby
And not much were blinded by the luster of a penny
Where the most precious thing was the purity of the breeze
And everyone revered the sanctity of the trees
Where fishes in the river swam together with the kids
And the cattle and the horses ran freely on the fields
Where the purpose of hunting was only for the needs
And no creature was killed just for merriments
Where the ladies wore a decent fashion
And everyone was dressed right for the occasion
Where every creature shunned exploitation
And no one was shamed just for greedy reason
September 10, 2022
Moonbeams magnificently magic,
Marvelous modest mimic,
Moments mostly monitoring,
Mellow mood moving
Multiple merriments mostly,
Most muddled motley,
Morbidity means mysterious,
Manifestation matter multifarious
Written: July 05, 2022
Begin with a letter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
MY INNER CHILD
My inner child
rejoices to recollect childhood fun.
laments remembering deprivation of Mom’s love.
Joyfully reminisces affectionate Dad always caring for her.
acknowledges Grandma’s love and care with life-long gratitude.
suffers on memories of injustices done to an innocent helpless girl.
The joy of inner child in mine still
flies flying kite up high on sky.
flows with paper boat to float in pool nearby.
dances and prances on puppet show.
flashes on glow of rainbow.
Inner child of mine stays superfine
with dreams rippling on streams of joy
relishing childish merriments,
cheers getting easy, being busy
feeling jovial on trivial.
09/08/21
'Your Inner Child'
Contest by Annne Chantelle Cooke
“Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he.” Proverbs 29:18 of the King James Bible
Wrapped around my virtual mindfulness spree
I behold our special child basking in freedom
beyond dreamlike fantasy, verily ecstatic
zooming around park, designed for surreal venture.
Never unreal midst my faith-brightened vision
our son radiates exuberance against hazy ambiance
as he recites Bible verses, fortified with distinct gestures
only imaginary in skeptic unbelieving minds.
Outshining shadowy doubts, our young man prevails
sharing the Gospel, enunciating the love of God…
thus I delightfully see in seemingly trancelike enthrallment
while praying for miraculous occurrence, very possible.
Whether those are ethereal or celestial moments
To me, they are heavenly sublime wondrous merriments.
May 29, 2021
2nd place, "Writing Prompt - Dreamlike" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/2/2021.
If time shall not our derelict joys
Revive with tunes melodious so,
Let past's nostalgic merries balm
Our souls and bid all sorrows go.
Should ebbing laughter and smiles
Their cold arcs yet vanishing carve,
May old cheers of our jolliest whiles
Redeeming warmths pitifully impart.
Although gone mirths seldom thwart
Present galls despite their vivid hues,
Mortal forgetteries lulling blisses are,
As would certainly void painful clues.
Thus might sweetly reechoed tones,
Excerpts from our merriments dead,
Like beneficent ditties in unison allay
All lingering whits of lonesome dread.
And if blunt fate her forking bivouacs
Twirl and twine in drab manners sour,
Beclouding paths erst snowing white;
Here’s bold shield in life’s icings dour.
To dwell in paradise
In company of the noble Prophet
Get these ingredients
And have a share in the everlasting merriments
Shaadah
It is to testify
That no other deity is worthy of worship but Allah
And that Muhammed is His messenger
Solah
It is to worship Allah 5 times a day
Yield to the call of Adhan
And Call on Him as much as you can.
Zakat
Give of what you have been given
For when you give
In return His blessings you shall receive.
Sawm
You are commanded to fast
In the beautiful month of Ramadan
Fast my brother, fast as much as you can.
Hajj
Seek the house of Allah
In the beautiful city of Makkah
Go on the journey, do the tawahf round the Kaabah
© 2020 Muyideen Ayinla
MARCHING INTO MAY'S MEMOIRS
May, here
Many dead
Memoirs to share
Much more being said
Maybe these man-hunt here and there
Will be finally put to bed
May's dues is due
Many mates mumbles in fate,
May we maneuver through
Memories of many months
Making mask most-sort after
Such that moving without mask
Is a risk more costly than face mask
Why must man mingle through life,
Are we living by the egde of a knife?
New day reality? Don't ask
Many homes have become enterprises,
Houses becomes church premises,
Marriage merriments melts away,
Making any gathering a taboo,
Many money mongers moaning this May,
In dismay, corona holding sway more than we do
Making mincemeat of mankind,
Murdering my moonlight melodies not,
Marinate my monthly muse.
May's lockdown,
Is it about to melt down?
Mask is now the new identity,
May's masking a must for mankind
As we, all let loosed not scared of anything,
Mumbly mulling over what we may find.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 3rd May, 2020.
Carry on, my dear, carry, carry on
For soon, for you, there will be a new dawn
Filled with joy and filled with cake and presents
And if I must, I will throw in cents
A pair, of course, for if that is not there
No advice will be given, for next heir
To keep your property and liberty
And life too, but that is mere wizardry
From Columbian brew, all that divine
Leaves you thinking you are on the cloud nine
Its hole gives you peek at the love below
Your lover picks up snow, and off with throw
It hits one’s face, leaving one very numb
And discerning that all I did was dumb
For love, for life, and all merriments here
Taking it in, for it is but my dear
That loss is all my love, death all my life
Here my two cents, they are all of my strife
Carry on, my dear, carry, carry on
For soon, for you, there will be a new dawn
Sitting aneath her shades tree opening up a pearls box...
Glancing about afore pulling out, his and hers mix as match
Velvet dolls dressed in colours of cream; rainbow swirling dreams
Genavieve, standing tall aside the stream, holding high her torch unto
Merriments magical and majestical, love borne sky; tiny red stars blue ties
Perfumed white strings she sings while from these palms they sway; Beautiful..
Joining their choir a melody today; her eyes aglow bathed of bright, sparkling light.
This love, love is so indifferent...
When I used to be the spoiled playboy,
My heart scorned me yet I endured the dallies.
Few shed tears and few took casually,
But when the society blamed me
I dismayed, 'whether I can love anybody?'
This love, love is so indifferent...
When I sensed the realism of a relation,
My heart honored me yet I treated my wounds.
Few heard me crying and few kept quiet,
But when my heart blamed me
I wondered, 'whether love is a challenge to fight?'
This love, love is so indifferent...
When I dusked the days of merriments,
My heart wiped me yet I evinced with a smile.
Few fended me by solacing and few turned back,
But when my soul cursed me
I queried, 'whether love is revered or is a cheesy act?'
This love...
Love is so indifferent
When I was a spoiled playboy, the society blamed me
When I felt the realism of a relation, my heart blamed me
When I dusked to be alone, my soul cursed me.
This love...
Love is so indifferent.
Sun shone cheerily when we greeted our new life.
Merriments, not memories lifted lifelong strife.
Immense endearments, as your wife, I bestow.
Like lavender lilacs laced in loves’ golden glow.
Every kindheartedness liberated pains flow.
Smiles replaced sorrow; together, souls know.
© March 12, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Form: Rhyme written as an acrostic of the word smile with alliteration interspersed.
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