Gently, gently, I move my body's stance
To the beats accompanying solemn lyrics.
So shy... don't know how exactly to dance.
I always feel wonders of my legs' prance...
But crowdy stage beats musical vibes mix.
Gently, gently, I move my body's stance.
I never guess how much beats, flow enhance
The power of music to promoting tricks.
So shy... don't know how exactly to dance.
Even when tentative confidence glance
At how active my legs move off critics.
Gently, gently, I move my body's stance.
I knew how good I'm on dance floor per chance,
But not this atmosphere promotes dynamics.
So shy... don't know how exactly to dance.
I just want to clear each doubting instance,
That presumes dancing off steps... beats don't fix.
Gently, gently, I move my body's stance...
So shy... don't know how exactly to dance.
It’s not your fault, I tell you;
You show me things as they are,
Without any bias or prejudice.
But, it’s mind that presumes
Things quite differently.
Without you I become blind,
I miss the world around.
In pleasure and pain
You rain tears alike.
You’re the tool of my sight.
2nd place
Leadership presumes just two ingredients
one is a leader, two is the ship
What of the passengers, you may ask
~ theirs is an altogether different task
You can struggle In your dealings on earth
You may achieve all and end up a loner
Whom presumes life’s success and timing as a coin.
Through your shadows; find light
In your peril seek peace
In your loneliness seek companion
If you find one, tell the tale,
Write the song and sing your praise everyday.
If you find no place to call home
Live in harmony with yourself
And when it is time to leave
Bid a farewell and transit in peace.
Sunrise golden hour was fading
Gemmed hummingbirds called on red blooms
Jade new day sparkled in wonder.
Songs from pine trees gushed cascading
the still air heavy with perfumes;
Unrecalled were days of thunder.
A lush garden, blooms invading
for hummingbirds in sweet costumes
as bronze sun grew hot way under.
Juicy cherries were pervading
like the bold rainbow which presumes
casting the grim storms asunder.
Soon off to be quite well traveled
Before day, in hues unraveled.
Written on 6/1/2023
For: Trilonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
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I'd like to give you an ounce of perfume
that I borrowed from honeysuckle vine.
This scent is old, more lovely, one presumes
than French perfume always made by design.
This scent leads me back to my childhood days,
I hear ringing echoes of our voices,
running barefoot over hidden pathways--
days before we had to make life's choices.
Carefree days of locust blooms, apple pies;
forever friends, we innocently thought.
Never worried past our wondering eyes--
pretending life, chasing dreams sometimes caught.
Come, we'll sit on my childhood backdoor stairs,
search for dreams always in plentiful bloom.
We'll stay only to hear memories' airs.
The ticket's in honeysuckle perfume.
Bring Me Home Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
4th place
(Poem updated 1/18/2022)
I ponder your marvel, Jesus, "holy"!
Revealed to that blind man who loudly cried,
Begging your mercy on him, who's lowly...
You asked him the obstacles on his stride.
And in answer, O, preserver of "life"!
He begged your glance on him as his true guide.
For long he'd undergone many a strife.
His blindness had made an enduring scar.
Hurdles he had faced abundantly rife.
He implored to perceive truths as they are.
And your loving "grace" to discern always,
Granting him your wisdom excellence par…
Perception presumes positive soul rays.
The light of "faith" should permeate the heart.
By God's words, our actions should get ablaze.
The blind man wanted to become a part,
Of the endless creative deeds of God,
Full of "hope"; in holiness set apart…
You looked at him with "love" and a smile broad
He received your enhancing mercy look!
"Joy" filled him and your kindness he did laud.
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We, indeed, need always the Jesus look
Jesus look is - look with no hook or crook.
11 June 2021
Jesus Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Traduced! Forgive but don’t forget is the adage
How can one heal whilst storing the ugly image?
It’s the lie entailed by cowardice…
So a mind, replete with forgiven but unforgotten
Turns irrational and presumes in verbiage rotten!
Imminently, bruises need a poultice…
Mired in all the untoward-pardoned-unforgettable
Eclipsed visages twist-taunt into the judge-mental
as he hammers over a ripped bodice…
Rage absorbed takes on a caliber hard to disown
Of a volcanic-type verisimilitude; shield unknown
under the buried-remembered, malice…
Nursed so long in remembrance, turns corrupt
Drinks in all the stored negatives to then erupt
in wanton caprice…
Surely, forgetting is requisite to forgiving,
for how is one to enjoy the present living?
Odious history’s peace…
Riding the past to fill moments in beauty
Memory retention is the declared reality
Enunciated with declining hubris…
(5/27/21)
Jim Comey Said About Trump
Jim Comey said that Trump is heretical,
And not only that he has been unethical;
Wrote great book;
Breath away took;
Then apparently presumes is pathetical.
Jim Horn
Have to read Comey's new book sometime.
Also just ordered Madam President about
Hillary and why she was not elected. My
Republican neighbor next door said it was
not time for a woman. Can you believe that.
Elegance.
Beneath her beauty is yearning for relevance as she presumes it to be irrelvant
Intelligent
Speaks with messages that seem so delicate as if words were definate
Still questioning her precidence
ponder upon her prefrences no refrences
yo this lessons tence..
Fool an i
we lay so incredulously
In a love....
That it seems our sorrows rest in mind
and all is enabled,
now we able,
to weave mesh of this light as we bind...
seemingly caught up in webs of time.
But stood it may
like a shadow
was the thoughts that attest between us..
how uncouth the prattled battle lay,
all it consumes,
as it presumes ,
to arrest and attest for our lives...
keeping us caught up in lies 'till we die.
UNLIMITED
You provide me
Love
Unlimited care
Everything you gave.
My efforts undaunted
My mind unthinkable
Fathom the unknown
This fraternal endearment.
Would the love subside
Hate
Unbounded presumes
Nothing less could collapse.
The heaven, the air, and the rains
Immeasurable, eternal
Mile and miles
Windmill powers volume.
Faith in Thee
God
Hearty really unlimited
He extends doesn’t deny you and me!
If someone trys to change destiny,
If someone trys to rearrange a path,
If someone sticks their nose into fate,
If someone thinks their stronger than that,
If an adult pitches a tantrum,
Like a two year old child,
And presumes they are the master,
What they get is disaster,
Power and money,
Mean nothing to God,
Uncaring souls are lost in the cold,
Relentless dispalys of acting like God,
Will give you your fate,
When God goes wild,
Angering heaven is a big mistake,
What you end up doing,
Is changing your own fate,
I once heard a saying,
And boy is it true,
It's not nice to fool with mother nature,
By the things that you do,
Having tunnel vision on any subject,
Not seeing the bigger picture,
Of who really runs this world,
Lands you at the bottom,
Of Gods master plate,
He'll chew you up,
For changing fate.
Better Angels
The better angels of our nature
The higher aspects of our hearts
The deeper yearnings of our beings
The true summation of our parts
It is to this that I aspire
It is to this my soul assumes
To the highest but no higher
Only what a man presumes
Only where the best have been
Only where the saints have trod
To be less would would be a sin
To be more would be a god
he presumes that people find him unassuming
and about his humility he keeps on boasting;
looks down his nose
at you and those
he assumes as presumptuous, as assuming !
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