Resolutely Poems | Examples

Our Claim to Fame

“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”

When Death resolutely comes
With his deadly summons
Tarry not like a galley slave 
But like a courteous host behave. 

Do not waver and do not droop 
As if you are to be hung on a loop
Never dread lying under the dust
Within the narrow vault thrust.

When God questions us, let us stand erect
Our life should be worthy that we won’t have any regret
Obey God’s command and place Him above all
Love your neighbour with all your heart and soul.

If so, when ousted out of terrestrial space 
We will be enfolded into God’s embrace
Know, it is only when seeds rot
That fresh and florid lives sprout 

When death comes and it’s time to go 
Strut like an indomitable foe
With swinging hands and head held high
To be welcomed by angels of the sky.
 
There will be the music of clanging cymbals
 And the rising rhythm of sounding bells
With all claim, into a kingdom, bright and cheerful
We shall enter, that is far radiant and blissful.

Something to Munch On

      The world too much occupied his mind
         left no room for things mundane 
      busy with intrigues of state and such
         from deep feelings he resolutely abstained 

      So it was on that triumphant day he’d predicted
          his country’s president’s assassination
      he absent-mindedly fed into the shredder
          his only daughter’s wedding invitation

Elm trees facing the wind

I saw the Elm trees 
Standing tall in the cold winter
The freezing wind has withered their dense leaves
Blowing up alike  fireflies 

Their tough branches hit the hurricane
I heard the wind hissing in pain

The baptism of the wind 
Revealing the resilience of the trees 
When the hope of spring has been quietly  arriving 

A person's life is like four seasons
Cold and warm, prosperity and decline will always come 
Resolutely facing the bitter rain and desolate wind
The God of Hope will meet you soon 

The silhouette of sails sailing remotely away
Fearless of turbulent winds and waves sailing in
One can touch the dawn of the other shore

Any coldness calls only for your passion
Once cross the desert of winter
We shall meet the lush greenery of spring

In the warm spring breeze, 
Raindrops are softly swaying 
The delicate leaves are gently dancing
Only trees experienced wind and rain
They will be qualified to compare highness with the heaven
Only the sword light sharpened by adversity
Then can we create a rainbow in the sky
Only those who have experienced hardships
Then, it can depict the magnificence of life
And cultivate the beauty of life

Confidence

Quote: Know your value. Confidence breeds success. Act like the person you want to become, and people will start seeing you as that person.
Mark M Ford
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Those who embrace, avid ambitions of heart,
To them shall the reigns of future belong;
From charted path of passion, they never part
For earnest is the promise treasured for long.

O, how they strive, aiming for heavenly skies,
Flexing audaciously to conquer higher highs,
Fixated on life’s goals with purposeful eyes,
Focused mindfully, primed to win the prize.

On might of confidence when achievers roar,
On strength of willpower their dreams soar
Employing fortitude resolutely brought to fore,
Sailing to shores, dreamt in travails of yore.

Glumness they defy of shroud and sorrow,
Planting seeds of hope in despair of woes,
Aspiring bright horizons on dawns of morrow
Overcoming hapless shadows cast in throes.

O, the doers and believers instinctively know,
Hurdled with failures is the road to success,
As they drive dreary nights to mornings aglow,
Fueled by aspirations, dreams revered possess.

Refurbished Nursery Rhymes: Old MacDonald or Afoul of Vowels

Old MacDonald had a farm
With some noisy critters on it.
They mostly mooed, or neighed,
Or clucked, or brayed,
But some stayed
Resolutely mute,
I'm afraid.
It wasn't his equines,
Or bovines,
Or fowls,
Or anything lodged in his barns or corrals,
But a couple of rather recalcitrant vowels.
The "e" and the "i" and the "o"
Answered the call,
While the "a" and the "u"
Stayed conspicuously AWOL.

MEMORIES OF SPRING

MEMORIES OF SPRING

Spring is the time for hope, the poets write.
Now winter’s loosed its icy grip one more,
The crocuses creep boldly into sight,
With pretty tulips knocking on the door.
Those trees, denuded in October’s chill,
Soon will turn resolutely into green.
Fresh odes will flow from every poet’s quill,
Determined to do justice to the scene.
But I regret I hold the cynic’s view.
The period just fill me full of gloom.
Those tulips bring me only thoughts of you,
For I remember they were in full bloom
Just when you left the letter by the phone
Condemning me to springtime on my own.

Time To Come And Go

Luminous lucent mind 
longingly mystique,
made of multi-facetted crystal
of gorgeous gem,
shines sublimely 
with translucent thoughts, 
glistened by soul-suffusing 
sensuous rays,
emanating from 
efflorescent fountain
of ebullient emotion
unrestrained. 

Clear of cluttering cloud
of secret qualm, 
diaphanous psyche
resolutely revolves 
in ordained orbit,
shines as a star  
in enlightened trajectory,
away from abyss 
of ambiguous angst
unrelenting.

The meadow of mind, 
clear of convoluted 
shadows of confusion,
glows in the transit 
of fleeting moments, 
latticed with luster
of desiccating dew drops
of passion perception,
sparkling with sequins 
of transient euphoria,
conveys with cadence
of evanescent radiance
the rational notion
undeniable....

everything has a time 
to come and go.

RESOLUTELY RESOLUTE

As the present year slides slowly into slumber
I shall strive, next year, to things somewhat less dumber
Than wearing my galoshes in the summer

I shall, in fact, walk barefoot on the beach
And leave my sandals so far out of reach
The seagulls I’ll impress with my loud screech

And when the bumbling bees accost the rose
I’ll spray them with the still unraveled hose
Protecting her for she’s the one I chose

Remembering the mills will surely close
I shall no longer wear “carbon based” clothes
And when arrested claim eleven toes

I shall take a vow of silence dawn to dusk
And clothe myself in eco-friendly husk
And hope the crows don’t land upon my tusk

I shall recycle all the cardboard left behind
By mobs who’d have us all think as one mind
For the man who owns the dog knows which is blind

And I shall write of joyous things, nothing off key
In the hope that happy thoughts will set me free
Unless the door is locked when I must pee

To Be Like the Rain

I would love for you,
To be like the rain,
Warm, damp, and kind,
The rain, you sing,
So resolutely and tender,
The rain,
Your shimmering body,
Dances through,
Warms,
And brightens,
The rain,
That cools and soothes,
The sultry vistas and gardens,

I would love for you,
To be like the rain,
Its tender and warm sighing,
Reminiscent,
Of nightingale wings,
And wanderlust,
Sonatas,

And your love,
Is like the rain,
Just as sweet,
As its honey,
Lovely as evenings,
Warm as lit candles,

Lovely lady,
Your soul is like the rain,
That kisses, nurtures,
And beautifies,
All the earthworn gardens,

I would love for you,
To be like the rain,
As sweet, warm, and damp,
Soothing the leaves,
And iris petals,
Soothing the pain,
With your midnight,
and evening love
Reynaldo Casison

Little Girl In a Box

I’m still that little girl hiding in a box trying to rest
with my dirty stuffed doggy toy, tattered blanket
and ragged clothing dejected in these streets.

I’m still that little girl they judged and harmed
imposing their falsehoods and prejudice so I 
stay forever imposed in the finality of a box.

I’m still that little girl who is agonizingly shy, sad
and so very lost while their main goal is to confine
me to a box so my gentle heart is never seen.

I’m still that little girl persecuted to the point
of no return.  Every time I’m barely out of
my box their sinfulness shoves me back inside. 

I’m still that little girl forced into a box of 
wrongful ideations so I cease to be anything 
but their erroneous misconceptions of who I am.

I’m still holding on resolutely to my sincerest hope  
that my faith will rise me up out of this painful box
to show the evil ones that I am truly a Child of God.

Gifts

Kind words spoken with the power to heal.
Inimitable pearls like no other in the vast ocean.
A comforting touch to soothe a strong emotion.
When sharp sorrow you attempt to conceal.
An unexpected token of love out of the blue:
To strengthen the bond; bring souls ever closer.
True sincerity, not the artifice of a poser:
A stranger’s chocolate-eyes smile just for you.
Sparrows patiently waiting for a handful of seeds.
Their trust bursts your heart with gratitude.
Contemplation of your blessings of plenitude.
Resolve resolutely to remove the heart’s weeds.
Virtue finds a home in a soul blemished but contrite,
One striving for purity, refusing to give up the fight!

Bold-Dedicated To God Is Speaking Minstries Janeen Brown 2

BOLD
So what now you were told
That you were to be bold
courageous, confident
courageous, confident, and fearless; ready to take risks.
To show- showing or requiring courage some bold plans.
	Adventurous. Are those the thoughts of man
	Audacious. I never conceive that I am
	Courageous. Only in the arms of Jesus
	I now shall be daring, fearless, heroic, bantam
	
	Resolutely I do say, I am just a     man
	Confident when in doubt cry-OUT Jesus
	Straight forward unto God
	 Speak His words out Be in His love
Be gallant assuming all things are His truths
	aweless dauntless enterprising intrepid
	Be unafraid for the Lord our God fights all of our battles
	undaunted speak up, valiant valorous
Holy rest in His way
Be told, no you know not that’s not your way
For you are bold
You don’t have to be told
For you are bolder boldly boldness overbold Holy
Speak,
Speak,
Speak
	You don’t have to be told
For you are bolder boldly boldness overbold Holy
Holy
Holy
I gonna be now
BOLD
	
4/15/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

First of November

The clocks have gone back 
and all is still. The trees are molten gold.
The garden’s dieback mode infectious,
the air is damp and cold.
No texture to the sky,
its sullen grey devoid of shapes
of clouds, and no birds fly.
A melancholic mist shroud drapes
the resolutely silent land,
waiting, knowing change accepting 
yet again. A blanket soft unfurled by hand
unseen, the autumn stage directing.
The players now must reconcile 
as winter signs unfold
and glad we are that for a while
the trees are molten gold.

I Am At Peace

The yellow lambent moon 
sent its rays across the shimmering sea.
A balmy breeze moved the waves
in a rolling fashion towards the beach.
Crabs hurried and dived into the foam.
Distant horns sounded as they passed
A mighty lighthouse, that sent its warning.

It was a peaceful night, as I sat alone
On the clean sand of the long beach.
From afar, I could hear revellers drinking,
And some even ventured to sing some sea songs.

I felt at peace, alone, on the vast beach.
No emotions resonated into heartbreak,
For I knew my dear wife was safe at home.
She’d worry about this world full of evil,
But there are things that could not be helped.
Time for me to go home and relax,
But for a moment I sat still in the warm breeze,
And watch the waves rolling creating foam.
I stood up and turned resolutely home,
To enjoy my love of love in peace.

Resolutely Unresolved

On my honor I will do my best
To be real quiet, and not a pest
I’ll smear some butter on a crispy roll
And let you dip it in my soup bowl.

I won’t dress up seeking flattery
Unless I win the freakin’ lottery
Then I’ll spread the cash tween kith and kin
In the hope they won’t “remember when”.

But then again, on a positive note
I might just take the money and buy a boat
Pack my bags and head out to sea
With a captain and first mate who’ll both be me.

However, if I do not win
I’ll cut the cheese razor thin
Season it with butter and thyme
Wash it down with the same old whine.

Set the clock for five AM
Struggle through my morning swim
And knowing that my chance is thin
Play the same number again.


John G. Lawless
©12/13/2022

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