Diaphonous veils luminesce our lagoon
where cerulean wavelets curl;
nacre skies cream with light
like an atmospheric pearl.
Early dawn is a lilt of breeze
gently pulsing across warm land,
sweet sound of a zephyr sighing
on the softly powdered strand:
an evanescent moment, serene and calm,
God's munificent depiction of a psalm.
August 22, 2026
Beautiful Words are Here Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud, Sponsor
Almighty Benevolent Confers Divine Essence.
Fear Gets Heavenly Interlude.
Joy Kindles Light Munificent.
Nectar Omniscient Permeates Quietly Ravaged Soul.
Tutelage Ushers Venerable Wisdom’s Xenocrysts,
Yielding Zest.
Blackened. Charred.
Are the blossoms of autumn's acclaimed abundance
No longer dance they in vivid wonderance,
Singed by the frigid frost,
Stand they forlorn and lost.
Barren. Desolate.
Stand the trees.
Marooned in an island of dry leaves.
Wracked by glacial winds
As deep winter imprints.
A few brave bougainvillea
Struggle in straggly strands
To defy winter's hands.
Up they climb into yellowing leaves
Cobbling colour into the sheaves.
Unfazed. Undeterred.
By mutinous nature
Munificent flames the trailblazer...
Widespread flames in riotous red
Red riotous flames widespread.
An everlasting Christmas
Bedecks the shrub in richness
Bouquets of ruby crowned in gold
Amidst emerald and jade leaves untold
It is the flaming Glorybower.
Not for it the wheel of seasons
An evergreen...it blooms in legions
Symbolising life everlasting
Even in winter's fog and freezing...
Bringing red flaming glory to many a bower
For it is the flaming Glorybower.
The Thankful Attorney
9/2/2023
“Grateful I went to university,” he whispered.
So joyful was he for his sparkling new office..
He smiled, just recalling nights as a waiter!
He’d walk home, in snow deep winters.
A man of dreams, far from a complainer.
Gratefulness sang songs in his blood.
God gave him the strong gift of ambition.
To serve his fellow man, he was indeed.fated.
That night, in his office ,he stunned the stars.
Bursting with pure joy,he had do sing.
“Amazing Grace, how good thou art!”
His life, as an Attorney. off to a munificent start!
Romios
Poem 2
“In My Own Style”
fine collectibles
nature’s munificent gifts ~
infinite treasure
Farewell, au revoir, goodbye, convivial summer.
The day is late now, and the breeze is warmer.
A vacant ocean-side barricaded motel.
Wild geese are soon flying in lines as well.
Vacation homes drop their literate barricades.
This rich sweeping green tone will soon fade.
In this season, buds and fruits are abundant.
Melons and garden load are ardent.
Tanned skin, sailboats, and folded linen suits.
When the world is more positive than disputes,
Pollen irritates the sinuses of sensitive patients.
Now they've fled to the farm, the coast nascent.
Stop their passing endeavor at escape.
The Ferris wheel in LEGOLAND is agape.
The Cape no longer trades in quirkiness.
A glum family descends from the murkiness.
To welcome their offspring back from camp.
Mature year, scarlet maple boughs, raised scamp.
Sunburned shoulders disappear at summer's end.
Goodbye to the peasant's headband.
Goodbye storms and dirty white shoes.
Goodbye summer friends, pants, shorts, and cruse.
Farewell, tennis peculiar desire to be difficult.
Farewell picnics, ice tea, and plane trips, munificent.
Written: August 19, 2022
"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart Be acceptable in Your sight, Oh LORD, my strength and my Redemeer." NKJV.
Grace whispers a psalm of kindness and love
baptizing spirits in joy, hope and peace
reminding hearts of the light from above
assuring souls that wonders never cease
Mercy silences doubt, dread and darkness
whispering faith through the optimistic
craving simplicity with its starkness
longing for fine pleasures, altruistic
Prayers of praise quiet all the worry
everything on earth feels magnificent
light falls softly, always in a hurry
violating the night, munificent
Morning glows in splendor I can’t think of
Grace whispers a psalm of kindness and love
2nd Elergy For Auntie Betty Akinyi Oyugi.
Life is scattered.
By Juno Byron(Junior).
Life is a balloon
Inflated full
A'n given to a baboon
Wherefore? though white as wool
Life is a pot
Resting on her head
With water it got
Cool cold as the dead
Life is a charcoal
Collected in a heap higher
Statued to make a roll
Waiting for th' great fire
Life is a nestling
Inside a nest
Lonely chirping
Built over a river to rest
Life is a live band
Played once enthusiastically
Made of a good brand
If played 'ice- loses weight drastically
Life is a flower
That once blossom
Then dry at summer
In the fields at random
Life is ice cream
Scooped into a warm tongue
And melts dim dim dim as a dream
Whose alarm has rung
Life is scattered
Broken
'nd can not be gathered
Yours,mine,hers,ours,his shan't be remembered.
Assiduous Betty is gone!
Charitable Akinyi is gone!
Benignant Oyugi is gone!
Munificent Betto is no more!
Time is a good friend
We shall plant and harvest
And all shall we'll end
When we believe in Christ.
The mind of God
populates a universe
there is no distance between
the maker and the made
the expression and the source –
The Almighty speaks
and the sum of Him listens –
responds with creative elegance
we are designed by The Master
formed by the grace of His
Generous Heart, in the studio
of His Divine Nature
Love is His Template
love moves the brush
that blushes and highlights
Love sculpts and contours
refines and presents
The Forger of all canvases
and their gold-leaf frames –
the Architect of breath-full theaters, our
adorned castles of enchanting showcase
we inhabit, exalt, and are blessed to
personally proclaim –
we are living portraits...may
we animate, promoting deep
respect for the Munificent Artist of All
Being – Our Daily Bread! Amen.
What a way to appear on status
After such a huge hiatus
Pulchritudinous grace thine
Has inspired poetics mine
Tall beautiful belle flaunting
The pose simply enchanting
The smile emitting the aura
Of my favourite Lord Arora
Ethnicity being your logo
Proud I’m as thy amigo
How dark hair run down
From the cliff of your crown
It resembles the cascade cool
Making me a poet powerful..!
A wide face and broad forehead
The grace that never does fade
Eternal quotient of charm such
Making my poems marvellous much
Infinite is your superfect style
Simply classic being thy smile
With a heart lavish and candid
To verse nonstop thou I need
Magnificent and magical posture
Munificent and magnetic gesture
With tender looks of a Venusian
Martial mavericks of a Martian
How delighting to see thy pic
That makes me a poet prolific..!!
To Subhashinidevi
Due to thy grand opening
Now poets are mushrooming
Till now ten poets have got
The reward after much sought
Such is thy unique entry
In NASA Contest of Poetry
But yesterday I missed thy cheering
Of the pretty poets budding
At least you congratulate
Only to encourage and motivate
For thou are the first Lady
Full of poetic melody
I want you to be hyperactive
In the group now no more passive..!!
To the Lord of Gutta
What a wonderful kid you are blessed with..!
In the Xmas month herewith
Like the other two this will too
Bring thee all joys fully true
Resembling the dad and mom purely
The neonatal has come graciously
Prosperity will be thy address
With peace and delights ace
Never will you look back
Only to scale new heights in pack
I congratulate thee my chum
On being gifted by Lord Supreme
May thy kid be an angel such
Unto mankind being munificent much..!!
Oh My God. Thank You for being so forgiving ~
He mercifully pardons those who are haughty and rude
Ones who have an impertinent, ill-mannered attitude
If you believe in him, you should mirror his kind ways
instead of willfully hurting others with word or phrase
My God's heart is filled with love. It's not cold as stone
Mend your blunt ways. Make amends for them...atone
God smiles upon us for the good things we do and say
He knows when we hurt others and when we go astray
My God is generous because he has given us the world
so bow your head, say a prayer, and be a good old girl
He knows every move we make, so for goodness sake,
be nice or the ground beneath your feet might shake.
Yes, my God is munificent, asking that we show our love
to our brothers and sisters. He's watching from up above.
With these lines of truth, I give praise to God and decree,
they were written to extol one's faults in poetic mimicry.
Our Bountiful God-------------------
Our God is bountiful because
Unsparing free and liberal
Benevolent beneficent charitable
Our God is bountiful because
Creator hands on everything
Holy benignant bestowal of gifts
Favors munificent; generous. abundance;
Always ever thankful
Our God is bountiful because
11/19/20
Our Bountiful God Poetry Contest
SPONSORED BY: Julia Ward
OUR BOUNTIFUL GOD
Our God is bountiful because
Liberal magnanimous
giving generously
and God is bountiful because
Superabundant, copious,
Munificent, prolific
Neither He, nor She
The Eternal Supreme.
We bow to Supernal Sovereign
Our God is bountiful because…….
11/15/20
'Our Bountiful God ' Contest by Julia Ward.
Literature and music have place special
Poetry and prose find purpose spatial
Whoever they come across
They inject their noble gened at last
Through telepathic way humane
To expand a pious tradition
A genuine mutation thus
Has been their unique mission plus
Universal brotherhood and humanity
Are their supreme virtue and quality
Wow, what a wonderful planet Utopia..!
I happened to visit this era
Awestruck with their lifestyle and umbra
Let me work for my earthlings and flora
I need nobody’s assistance
For the power I got from Utopian influence
Is indeed inspiring and magnificent
Besides being benign and munificent
Let me experiment and experience
The law of universe with my sweet parlance…
For the language matters most
Though written or read by host
Or even understood telepathically
Sweetness and being genuine fully
May Lord give me all strength
To bestow my planet a divine length
In terms of upliftment moral
And unique unanimous urge universal
Let me find the ‘utopia’
First in my solar system earth via..!!
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