BLESSED INHERITANCE
Praise God that we inherit such bequest
Abundant riches there now for the taking
In vapour, fluid, rock at our behest
Beyond the dreams of kings with power world shaking
Such treasure now dismissed with high disdain
By those who would return to worlds gone by
When Nature exercised unquestioned reign
To be propitiated, lest we die
In that ideal and pure untainted span
That some may yearn to see again restored
The Earth remained untouched by tools of man
In transient lives of drudgery endured
Now gifts of value more than precious jewels
Do lift our lives: these blessed fossil fuels!
Categories:
propitiated, life,
Form: Sonnet
Pure and perfect praise of yours pleases Him
A proven precept that provides peace and pleasure.
The priest’s persistent preaching is propitiated
Pains and problems of the perturbed are placated.
Prayer is the best panacea of all perils and panics.
Hold out palms and perform pleas to Him profusely.
Pours pity from paradise on the pathetic people
The prodigious God perceives the prayers we proffer.
Penance and praising of Him presents us prowess
Pray the paramount power and beg to protect us.
ALLITERATION REGARDING RELATIONSHIP
WITH GOD Poetry Contest
Alliteration poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
Date:05-09-2020
Placed : 2nd
Categories:
propitiated, god, prayer,
Form: Alliteration
These four walls mean freedom,
From the rain, suffrage and the stains,
Liberty from oppression and religion,
To make other songs and trains.
No austere twangs or cold voice,
No dais glutes or traditional figure;
My structure has form and choice,
In my bedroom, my configure.
Free will is in-built and innate,
No-one can deprive you of it,
That i exist with actions which state,
However small, gives me interdict.
My arms act, and my legs move too,
And my opinions can act to prohibit,
Sadness in someone’s eyes in lieu,
Or capitalism’s theft and unfair sit.
I was wrought by conversations,
With my brother inside four walls,
And there can be no revisions,
Or bargaining situation stalls.
You can take back deeds by words,
But words can’t be retracted,
And even though they can be swords,
They can still be propitiated.
What was said in that room was said,
Truth bloomed as a daffodil shines,
So if your culture’s just wrong, red,
You have your four wall enshrines.
Categories:
propitiated, brother, character, childhood, children,
Form: Quatrain
The stressor is physical.
Her fatigued body stops to rest.
Her favorite pastime is reading.
She lays back to think of herself.
Maybe the malaise will leave just as it manifest.
The malady is felt as a sort of wooziness.
She has withdrawn and her inner voice whispers in response to her agitation.
The malady seems to take her energy away.
Her aloof demeanor is distant thoughts of vertigo.
Spanish Harlem is her temperament.
Her nature is that she is tired and need to rest.
Maybe life giving is not at its best.
Therefore, she reads placated.
Contemplative woes are regrets.
Her hand has paused in the text.
Will she find her place once again?
Alternatively, she will reread lacking the remembrance.
An affliction an aura the wretchedness she feels.
Her mind is propitiated.
She is detached from her activity.
She has formed misery.
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Penned on May 26, 2014!
Categories:
propitiated, angst, bereavement, cheer up,
Form: Verse