Fallacies rampart unto your face,
let them not, bring u any disgrace
For, the peregrination is untold
Staff of benediction, must you hold
TO reach THE ZENITH,
festooned with GOLD!
When the turbulent times demolished my space
I built a fort to protect the inner sanctum,
created a captive cocoon of imposed isolation,
turned into a lone prisoner of my making.
When time came to travel to the sunset skyline
that defined the moments to be protected within
with the design of emotional epitome,
I was caught in the dichotomy of confusion,
whether to break the rampart or stay secluded within.
Hearing then the soliloquies of the soul
I broke the bastion of time’s siege
to travel to the citadel of your passion.
Before I walked the last mile
through the sequins of moonbeam
that knew the way to your heart,
I reached the shore of the sea of ecstasy
where counting the ebullient waves
I built the castle of quartz for you and me
to live in the fragility of dream.
Line of inquiry:
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect."
Though ailing on my deathbed, someday I will be
no claim to fame and glory will I seek for me.
No title of greatness nor prize of stardom won
for nothing truly remarkable in life have I done.
I shall not whimper if death hovers, nor shed a tear.
It is not my lack humility or a merciless God I fear.
Aware of my faults; He knows I've things to regret
No angelic halo circles my head, nor divine coronet.
If near death, I should feel His presence in command,
I'd prostrate myself before Him, for I dare not stand.
Down on my knees in praise, is where I'd belong
I'm but a grain of sand, a human who's done wrong.
No questions does God need ask. He knows my heart.
Faith in Him is my bulwark, my haven, my rampart.
I am not a worthy soul to look upon my Creator's face,
On the verge of death, I'll rely on His mercy and grace.
Grown up gaunt and ghostly?
Forlorn, forgotten, few.
Holy is the host? Well, see...
Day of wrath, thy dew.
Warlord, hold the highest ground?
Strongest in the sound!
Giant, issue from thy mound!
Blight them with thy bound!
Tyrant of the battlefield?
Come back on thy shield?
Only if the wound's unhealed!
Thunder, how you pealed!
Mercy? Full the harvest moon!
Tympani, thy tune!
Rampart castle, cast the rune!
Bane, bone, bind the boon!
Epic end to story?
O human race, take heed:
Morning, hast thou glory?
Prisoner doomed, just plead...
Bad? Give over what you had?
Storm gods, send thy cloud!
Make the devil mighty glad!
Burial, thy shroud...
The seamless sky called life shined with cloudless ecstasy,
as in the rhapsody of zephyr rippling with rhythm of love
floated my butterfly mind with the motif of my heart.
On its wings I painted in colors the lattice of my identity,
for flowers in my valley bloomed in all seasons for you.
The dawning horizon splashed the spectrum of rapture
to blossom the buds of dreams in my craving course to you,
where I flew on the fervent wings of butterfly with my heart.
Virtual euphoria took me to the realm of fathomless fantasy,
your charm entranced me, didn’t perceive what was coming.
Charcoal clouds turned the sky into a slate rampart
that fell with fury when the thunder split the sky.
Sparked by your betrayal I burst asunder in dire dejection,
as my dreams were demolished by the ripping rumble,
releasing the pent-up anguish designed by the ruined time.
The flushing vale turned into rusted wreckage of torment,
the wilted flowers didn’t see the new sun rise with colors.
Torrent of tear drowned the past in the storm surge,
the maimed melody of the broken wings of the butterfly
crashed at the brink of somber horizon along with the thunder.
My resolves, like ivy vines, coalesce around.
My caverns of thoughts constantly open and close.
Amidst scorns, I hear a spitefully silent sound.
Absurdity whirlpools as though decoded morose
Courage, like a well-built rampart, guards me, I know.
Confidence overflows from the jar of my heart.
Why, yet, does darkness of despair engulf my hut?
Why do breezes end and storms violently blow?
Though reason, like passion, plays a parallel part
Why do doors of my homecoming seem to be shut?
rising flood waters
wildfires burning rampart
embrace tomorrow
All Rise for the Queen!!
Embracing the scene,
Glowing glimmering green,
Your energy machine,
So divine,
Serene,
The unseen,
Your go-between,
She's here to intervene.
When Out of balance,
And feeling Unclean.
When acting obscene,
Jealousy, and envy,
Just plain being mean.
Running around all,
ME! ME! ME!
It's how we're trained to be.
Breathe,
Relax, come back.
Stay on track,
Pick up the slack,
Counter attack.
Build the rampart,
Play it smart.
Be the start,
Embrace your part,
With love in your heart.
You are the love I AM,
My counter part,
A work of art.
You were set apart,
The truth was buried,
Hidden within your Heart.
Such A powerful potion,
Our Loving emotion.
Like A Golden River Flowing,
The Energy set in motion,
Pouring like an Ocean,
Connecting each part,
Starting from the Queen,
Her chambers lie in the heart.
Bonfire fly it’s light high into the nigh
A flicker where I see you countenance
Ironically to splay the feast
In that glimmer
Something simmered
Two never be released
Touch me, rub me, kissy
Ask you if you missy
Princess in a grim’s fantasies
Another night I sit to sing to the sky
Sang this sylph dirge mellifluously
Arc rampart tracing hearts in the stars
You took my breast beat from me
Hollowed out my chest cavity
Scalpel edge serrated blades
I gaze up velvet lips edict low whisper
Keep it no there is no returns
It’s broken
"Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man." Ecclesiastes 12:13
I do keep You, and Your Word, Lord with all my heart
Being Your child whom You redeemed by wondrous grace
Since You declared Your love for me right from the start
Keeping my soul around Your compassion’s embrace.
As recipient of Your everlasting life seal
I keep You, and Your commands, Lord with all my heart
Nurtured with Your mercy and wondrous kindness’ zeal
Kept in Your perfect plan, I should never depart.
Surmounting trial-challenges and testing dart
My spirit You keep triumphant midst serene bliss
I keep You, and Your precepts, Lord with all my heart
Keeping Your promise in my well-being abyss.
Keeping great loyalty of fidelity zest
My faith does grow stronger along Your truth rampart
Fortifying my trust and covenant, so blest
I keep You, and Your statutes, Lord with all my heart.
October 30, 2023
2nd place, "Keep, Knock, Knotty Words" Poetry Writing Contest;
Chosen Word: Keep; Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 11/1/2023
“For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” Luke 12:34 of the King James Bible
Our family’s treasure is mother dear
Sweetly pervading in home’s veins with cheer
Her nurturing scent wafts inspiring zest
As gracious fragrance of radiant blest.
Dad as hero is treasure in our heart
Securing us in safeguarding rampart
Reinforcing Mom’s dos and don’ts essence
Echoing parents’ marvelous presence.
Precious treasures are siblings with great care
Allowing sweet practice of give-and-share
Revealing family’s beauty so well
Midst bliss exuding serenity smell.
Treasures so priceless are eternal gain
Granted with faith's joy of compassion's reign
Gifts from the Lord Who never makes mistake
Family members midst love to partake.
*2Corinthians 4:7 But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
August 8, 2023
2nd place, "T Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 8/10/2023
Grace of God* keeps on upholding my heart
Settling faith around triumph’s joyous role
Secured upon eternal life-rampart.
Peace from the Lord prevails over my soul
To vanquish hopelessness of grievous pain
Settling faith around triumph’s joyous role.
Kindness the Saviour grants always brings gain
Offering blest pardon with serene glow
To vanquish hopelessness of grievous pain.
Wisdom of Christ along truth’s crystal flow
Illumines wondrously this spirit of mine
Offering blest pardon with serene glow.
Love presented through compassion divine
In grateful worship for Jesus midst bliss
Illumines wondrously this spirit of mine.
While mercy cheers what sharing cannot miss
Grace of God keeps on upholding my heart
In grateful worship for Jesus midst bliss
Secured upon eternal life-rampart.
*Ephesians 2:8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God.
April 20, 2023
7th place, "Inklings" Terzanelle Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Regina Mcintosh; judged on 5/28/2023
I only live to love You, Lord, with all my heart
Being Your child whom You redeemed by wondrous grace
Since You declared Your love for me right from the start
Enclosing my soul around Your compassion’s embrace.
As recipient of Your everlasting life seal
I only live to love You, Lord, with all my heart
Nurtured with Your mercy and wondrous kindness’ zeal
From Your perfect blest will I should never depart.
Surmounting trial-challenges and testing dart
My spirit stays triumphant amidst serene bliss
I only live to love You, Lord, with all my heart
Having Your promise in my well-being abyss.
Marked by great loyalty of fidelity zest
My faith does grow stronger along Your truth rampart
Fortifying my trust and covenant, so blest
I only live to love* You, Lord, with all my heart.
Lyric in modified quatern form
*1John 4:16 And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him. 1John 4:19 We love him, because he first loved us.
April 9, 2023
10th place, "Proud of your heart and love" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Fire Bird; judged on 12/16/2023
She walks through the dark damp humid tunnels. She stops as the stripped frayed clothes leave her almost naked. Her palms shoving against the rampart in the voids tunnels and shouting with enthuse let there be light. Like a flaring torch her eyes burn. Water rises through the tunnels rising with water to the outershell of the open garden. Blooming age of a new home of Madra where the pigeons fly and the elk headed apes whom robust claws cling. Can you hear your mother surrounded by her eggs for she declare us free.
My heart's inspiration is mother dear...
Her nurturing love heals hurts of bruise pest
with grace-fragrance of radiant hope's best
that sweetly pervades in my veins with cheer.
Dad’s convincing truth abides in my heart
Reinforcing Mom’s dos and don’ts essence
Echoing parents’ marvelous presence
Securing me in God-propped home’s rampart*.
Throbbing in my heart is siblings’ blest care
Treasure so expensive I value well
Midst bliss exuding serenity smell
Oozing with love marked by kind give-and-share.
*Psalm 127:1 Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.
March 29, 2023
2nd place, "Creative Writing Prompts" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 9/1/2023
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