There's fire in my heart
With warm sparks shooting high
Your eyes sparkle and shine
How strong our passions blaze
As we fuse together
Night shrouds our love's brightness
There is fire in my heart
With warm sparks shooting high
Your eyes sparkle and shine
How strong our passions blaze
As we burn together
Night shrouds our love's brightness
To me she is grace, a radiant light,
Turning grayest mornings into luminous bright.
Her laughter is music, a sweet, ringing chime,
That lingers and dances a lovely warm rhyme.
With a spirit so cheerful, she scatters away
The shadows and clouds of a difficult day.
Her empathy runs deep, as a crystal stream,
A comforting anchor, a beautiful dream.
She knows every word that is healing and true,
And says what is needed for comfort to you.
No awkward missteps or regret in her phrase,
Just wisdom and warmth to embolden your days.
Her heart is so pure, benevolently gleams,
The truest of treasures, the best of my dreams.
She’d go to great lengths to whisk away tears,
And quiet the doubts and anxieties and fears.
For nothing brings more to her gentle-eyed view,
Than seeing a smile gently blossom in you.
She’d do most anything, wondrous and grand,
To offer a laugh while holding her hand.
So cherish this lady, so lovely and rare,
Who meets every moment with patience and care.
A heart made of gold and a spirit so true,
She lives for the joy that she brings unto you.
Transforming powerful ventures
marked by reaching-out zeal midst soul winning pursuits
radiate inspiration for life-building mission
glowing with the Lord’s heavenly warmth
yon eternal simmering joy…
Transforming zeal radiates the Lord’s joy*.
*Nehemiah 8:10 ... this day is holy unto our Lord: neither be ye sorry; for the joy of the Lord is your strength.
Excerpt from Last stanza of “Divine Revival Fire” published on July 23, 2018
July 13, 2026
5th place, "Phoenix Sixain only" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 7/15/2026
Settled to watch, inspired by that instant moment,
While seconds send raptures as I gaze all alone.
When day melts into night, a regal bestowment.
Lights begin to shimmer, it softly nears twilight.
The soft gentle perfume of wafts nature's cologne.
The horizon creates a radiance so bright.
This magic captured with a deepest ruby hue.
The artist's kaleidoscope of warm colors shown,
Detailing exquisite soft crimsons etched in view.
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of light.
Brilliant tapestries nature has carefully sewn.
Heavily embossed across the sky, birds in flight.
Now sunset’s glowing color of crimson and gold,
With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone.
As night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold.
Whispering breeze wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Nestled snugly, caressed by joy I've never known.
Evokes aromatic bursts, earthy by intent.
The brightest star,in the midnight sky
That glitters silver,twinkles very high
Spreads radiance,does not shy...
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest Name- 1426 BIO
An assemblage of stones and grass
poses to reveal a canopy of clouds
trailing like petioles of luster beneath
my head, air-stroked by eve's approach.
I feel the hours passing wretchedly unhurried
as nimbus fog breathes of radiance,
not partly dim but like a tiara
warmly shimmering, glossing over its cape
in daring pink...transforming in a blink;
flare of haze bursting in the air.
Wondering if I should turn away from this dazzling
spectacle of colored skyfoam ,
I watch my body writhe in disgust, this soul raked
with discontent where the burden of beauty grates this skin :
Till cloudscape evanesces, reminding me of past anger
unfinished --which mirrors my autumnal haze,
lingering ... still.
There is hidden beauty in the darkness of space,
That carves amazement on each scholar's face,
Where stars are born of nebula and fire,
Where gravity ruthlessly bends space to it's desire,
Heaven's eye explodes into a supernova so bright,
It's dying breath radiating both destruction and light,
From death the phoenix is reborn based on mass and gravity,
A Neutron star or Blackhole from mass, G-force and density,
Older dwarf stars cry out with their dying glow,
As they cool down slowly while losing light to show,
Gracefully aging as their light dims and fades,
As young scientists study them to get better grades,
Luminous Quasars still radiate their blinding light with such intensity,
As we witness through telescopic lenses the brightest light to humanity,
Through the metal satellites with lenses that hover and rove above
We get a glimpse into the ancient story of our creator's love,
We see the ghost of time reveal our future, past and our present place,
As we witness galaxies in the universe expand from the forgotten embrace,
The Big Bang brought out the true echoes of eternity,
Of a universe endlessly expanding into the dawn of infinity.
Suffering is not the gate barred—
it is the gate itself.
Confusion, despair—
not obstacles, but the steps of the stair.
Raja Yoga whispers the same truth:
the stages of progress are veiled in shadow
before they flower into light.
Depression is no malady—
it is catabasis, the sacred descent.
The husk must split.
The self must fall.
Only then does the new soul rise.
The weight of the world—
that is the door.
Darkness—
that is the friend.
It calls us: Surrender.
Surrender to the great unknowing,
to the void’s wide silence,
and there—
be remade.
Yet the well is bottomless.
Some wander long in its depths.
Some tire, or falter.
In that night, a hand extended
is grace itself.
I was given such a hand.
And so, even in descent,
radiance found me.
envious, I am
of the entrancing one,
drawing your dedication,
bound by an enduring bond.
for I am merely
a fleeting pleasure,
absorbing unwanted air,
observing from afar--
a bright, untouched smile
radiating past my shoulder.
Snow is fair and so my lady,
Roses are red and so my lady's cheeks, red, red, red.
Eyes like the deep ocean,
Lips like the fresh strawberries,
Feet soft like the tender coconut,
Her long hair moves like the waves of the sea,
The sound of her anklets feels like a soothing melody,
Anger like the sun's heat,
No words, no poetry, to describe my beautiful lady,
What can I say, my fair lady?
Medini R. Nayak
The skies weep tears of sorrow and pain,
On those who long to feel the warmth of sunshine's gain.
It's as if the heavens themselves conspire,
To test the hearts of those who most desire.
The rain falls hard, a relentless beat,
On souls who yearn for joy, but find only defeat.
Yet in the darkness, a spark remains,
A glimmer of hope, a light that still sustains.
For in the depths of sorrow, a strength is born,
A resilience that rises, like the morning dawn.
And though the rain may fall, and the winds may blow,
The sun will shine again, and the heart will glow.
So hold on tight, dear one, don't lose your way,
For the sun will shine brightest, after the rainiest day.
For many years, I sought true love in vain,
My heart betrayed, deceiv'd by fleeting dreams.
I almost gave o'er hope, lost in the stain,
Till thou, fair one, didst bring me radiant beams.
Thine eyes, a universe where stars do shine,
Each glance a world in which I'm lost, yet found.
Thy lips, so soft, as petals touched by time,
A sweet caress that lifts me from the ground.
Thy beauty stirs my soul with every breath,
More than an angel or a goddess rare.
Thou art my light, transcending life and death,
A love so deep, beyond all earthly care.
Thy beauty, endless as the sky above,
In thee, I find eternal light and love.
I breathe love,
not the everyday one that's quick to flee.
Just come close to inhale its sweetness,
and savour its flavours.
Then you will know that emotions can twirl,
not on a dancing floor,
but will sweep you off your feet and fly you like a kite.
Just pull up a chair to share your cheers!
Then your head will swirl.
You'll walk in the clouds.
Radiance will be painted on your face.
As you discard the one you knew for my love, that's new.
A tiny seed, in fertile ground,
A girl child's potential is profound.
With water, light, and a nurturing hand,
She blooms, a flower, across the land.
Let knowledge be the sun's bright ray,
To guide her growth, day by day.
And watch her rise, with grace and might,
A beacon of hope, a radiant light.
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