I cannot reveal all my sins,
only God knows their damage
and the gravity lying within.
It is a list filled to overflowing
Greater than the unredeemed and unknowing.
But in humble penance,
God pours in grace,
bringing back an ancient purity,
a reflection of love and tenderness,
reborn in traceless sincerity.
So now I watch all my words,
I tame the body and its impulses,
letting silent conscience instruct me,
teaching me what virtue knows.
I entrust myself to God’s hand
that guides me in everything,
I strip my mind of all vile thoughts and vice
And live anew, blessed on the shores of Paradise.
Shining blanket drapes the early morning sky,
Under its glow, vibrant shadows made to flow,
New golden rise awakens a renewed hope.
blooms renewed in spring
confetti blossoms on trees~
flowers tickled pink
G-rand
R-eunion
A-lways
C-elebrates
E-very
F-amiliar
E-cho,
L-etting
A-ll
I-mpart
R-emarkable
E-xchanges
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Grace D. Felaire)
When among friends
trust is sacred
It is the glue that binds our souls
and makes everyone know
that they are loved
To break trust
is to split water
an evil incarnate
But to renew trust
when one has faltered
is so difficult and challenging
Though it can be done
for providing trust
is the same as saying
I love you
It's a new dawn they say
why can't I see that?
Everywhere is dark with no sign of light
The birds are chirping
The trees; dancing
To the tune of the blowing wind.
Like there is something to be happy about
My hopes are shattered
My dreams look unattainable
But why do I feel this fire
burning within me?
It is unquenchable and wants me to stay hopeful.
Is this an indication of a coming win?
Remain hopefully I hear a voice whisper
Be persistent it says.
Today, I choose to stand up
Stand up to my battles
with renewed hope.
I know you’re there, just out of sight,
There among the black far-reaches
Like a rider of dreams in the night
Searching for reason that impeaches.
You have left behind no traces
Of where you’ve gone or maybe sent.
Your journey seeks familiar faces
Yet posed in unfamiliar bent.
And reasons, they are vaguely veiled
While cognizance won’t clarify.
And rationale is un-detailed
While reaching does but rarify.
Oh, where does purpose hide its grail,
There in the crevice of a mind -
For wont of quests that do not fail
In hopes of dreams that are not blind?
I call you not, you’re back unpacked,
A door of no return passed through -
Rejoined with logic’s wakeful tact
And much to share betwixt the two.
The footprints of my life will turn to dust
and all of my dreams will be forgotten
when I am buried beneath the Earth's crust
those I'll leave behind will be disheartened
the tears shed will silently fade away
as the days they live are more reverent
I'll be a memory of yesterday
and one who is no longer relevant
my time will end and eternally pass
while the impressions I'll leave disappear
to be argued by them through an hourglass
as their mortality will interfere
my life is always lived and not argued
for the time I'll live is never renewed
Here I am in tears over a story that’s never affected me
Baggy eyes from a grief that’s never even mentioned me and yet my own griefs don’t frighten me-
I don’t cry over it, I got over it-
I cry for others but not for me
I’ve realized that I don’t deserve to cry over my grief
Because my grief has convinced me, it’s just a happy memory.
Government voodoo policies
that fan the fangs of poverty
to forecast economic growth
Are yet unimaginable
Like one should go to hell to burn
And be there to dream of heaven
Is the government renewed hope
For its citizens doomed to hades
Citizens in misery lament
For a government of change
To bring that change that could not change
Their ill economic fortune
And in feigned triumphal entry
to aso ville, the rulers
Always hatched policies
Against overburdened citizens
Rather than expand production
reduce cost of goods and service
They ban subsidies, increase tax
Devalue the poor currency
Only to bask in extravagance
Against the rising tide of debt
And austerity drowning in
The masses in vanishing hope!
In my deepest melancholic mood,
when my appetite ceases for food.
When I can hardly get an hour's sleep.
When I'm tempted for nothing to weep.
When I can scarcely retain a smile.
When happiness goes a distant mile
away from my world of emotions.
I veer off from my own commotions,
when I journey through my own feelings
to get the best of inner healings.
Positive conquest takes center stage
as it defuses my inner rage.
I am renewed with positive thoughts
as my inner melancholy rots.
I simply relive my happiest days,
as my memory the good times replays.
I think of my friends and family,
and the good times we spent happily.
I retain my uplifting memories
which I penned down in Emory's diaries.
How could it happen? Why does it flow? Cancer causing
Chemicals in Aussie water the news now bellows.! It can't
Be just by accident.' Like the plan-demic was' they say..?
I guess it's been added.? Yet W H O; would do such hey?
Another nudge to wake you up.? Well it is if you'll hearken
To me.!! I've told you now for nearly three years you're
The target of some rich old; nazis.! You are singled out
I have no doubt.' Take note..And break yourselfs free.'!
From the ties to an 'old lost europe' show them from now
The fair, brave (free Australia) I know you are destined for'
And are so well suited to be.!!
I wanted to sit and write this day
of some feelings I had this morn,
Of the many Sisters I've misjudged
and left all forlorn,
I know that there is greatness
in every sisters life, there are heroes'
in their duties, as a mother and a wife,
For each untold story, faith will I put in its place,
and turn the cheek when confronted,
and begin to set my pace,
A step at a time I'll slowly go and offer in everyway
My deepest love and earned respect,
To those I touch today,
in times when I am not
feeling well and my mood may take a turn,
I will open my book, and read this poem,
a lesson to relearn.
In the fabric of spring, the map of life renewed unfolds –
A vibrant painting in a blend of young shades of birch, acacia, and ash;
A symphony of colors that come alive in the effusions of triumphal dawns;
No fading like it – each ray reawakens the verdant glade.
Beneath the steps of Spring, the flowered carpet, dust of dreams and fruition,
The undulating tapestry – a living canvas of the blossoming present;
The seed of life sketched by merry sunbeams, now vibrant and vast,
Gathered in the bouquet of a new beginning – the fanfare of a fresh salute.
Spring stretches out its billowing dreams, yet a flower still persists
The fresh green has shed – the resting renewal blooms –
Radiance once yearning to grow – a network full of life revealed –
A delicate covenant of pollen, in an ode to rebirth, in fact, glorified.
"In my repentance I changed my mind
I turnt around its return journey
move so as to face in the opposite direction
I got a new mindset
Had a resent change
Of heart one's decision
Opinion about something
A recent change of mind
Sinful desires Jesus hung on a cross
I turn my spirit and body completely around
Impose my point of view at naught
Sown a seed of denying doubt
Harness the power of psychological
Empath, empowered supports my mind transformation
I thought to myself, I had a turnaround season
A recent change of mind"
12/4/23
For Evolving Thought and Personal Growth Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jaymee Thomas
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