*Image of The Spiritual Gift by Pixabay.
Gift Of A Lifetime
Fortuitous rise o'er Heaven's Gate, Grace courtesies with thy breath,
Gift of life crafts thy mercy being tis naught origin or edge about such,
Therefore, gratuitous deeds innately born to thee from thine inception,
Thou art generous in thy spirit proffers a chronicle of what thou hast giveth,
Performing thy contributable legacy to prompt giving without want in return,
Anonymity's art submissions to Heaven an accounting of thy kindness,
Thereby, thy heart art cleansed for naught soliciting any earthly rewards,
Yielding a part of thyself by donatable acts revises the Book of Life in thy stead,
Blessed art His name for thy breath of life He hast giveth thee,
~~Charitable fulfillment thou surrendereth.
2019 October 15
*2nd Place*
1st Corinthians 13:13 Inspiration
~~Regina McIntosh: Judged 2019 October 24
*HM*
A FREED VERSE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 December 30
Categories:
revises, giving, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Sweet are soft shadows, preservers of life...
Removed at midday, summer's sun blazes down
~ Bakes the hard ground
~ Bludgeons tender sprouts
~ Burns our bare skin
~ Blisters parched lips
~ Blinds the innocent's gaze
~ Betrays life's precarious balance
Returned toward eventide, the essence of soft shadows
~ Renews the ground
~ Raises up the sprout
~ Relaxes the skin
~ Refreshes the lips
~ Revises the gaze
~ Restores life's balance...
Sweet are soft shadows, preservers of life.
Categories:
revises, growth, life, recovery from,
Form: Free verse
The music is low, as the pages unfold
A dusty worn novel, on bent-spinal shores
These classic old books, are my treasures of gold
A narrative story, with mystery's core
Latitude England, heavy with multitudes
of somber descriptions, and fictional lore
Chapters reread, opened with gratitude
Moldy with knowledge, elegant diction
Read once again, revises new attitudes
Timeless depictions are viewed with conviction
I find new adventures while reading each phrase
Loving old heroines, claims my addiction
My own place to spend time and ponder the maze
and to find some conclusion, left in a daze
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Categories:
revises, books, happiness,
Form: Terza Rima
“The storm has truly unleashed its full fury,”
The perfectly coiffured, newswoman says.
She is not worried about the low taste
Of purloining these old and outdated clichés.
Over and over the same words repeated,
Until sensitive folks shut the set off and leave
To pick up a volume of favorite poems.
Each knows in these pages, he’ll find a reprieve.
No good poet absconds with the words of another
To blatantly claim them as his thoughts alone.
He edits, revises and often will change them
Until he is proud of a work all his own.
It is only then he’ll unleash his creation
On eager readers to critique or to laud.
Praying the ayers will out weigh the nayers,
He’ll happily bow as they cheer and applaud.
Won a 5th
Categories:
revises, on writing and words,
Form: Quatrain
With life nothing but a tired old story, I was waiting, always awaiting;
Checking off the pages that life has to me been sending;
Unimportant, I mark each page, with life so boring.
But, always with a wish that magical page will be opening,
And, to a wondrous scene, I would be transporting.
Now jaded by this whole affair,
I flick my finger at a passing page.
Amazingly the page undergoes a revision.
It appears that by the pointing of my finger,
Some of what life sent my way, can no longer linger.
So, I flick again, and the story revises as if I pulled a trigger.
Then I flick once more and more of the story does reconfigure.
Just how this came about I cannot figure.
But, now it does seem that all life really wanted from me,
Was to stand up, and rewrite my destiny.
Categories:
revises, inspirational, philosophylife, life,
Form: Rhyme
Silent go the dead
on the moon,
to know the secret of its smile.
Did we know the ending of leads?
The dream within the thoughts?
Silent moves the trembling hand
to print its signature on the heart.
what is so tragic about life?
The memory of bruises or attachment?
We always talked about cleanliness
of language, of lending beauty to words,
when hate and anger brought on the
ugly nuances.
Somebody revises the text,
Tongue tastes the skin,
I start counting my failures
and my books.
Silent stands the mother
for the wayward son.
SATISH VERM
Categories:
revises, on work and working,
Form: ABC
As certain as the sight of you in all
your loving whisper, close ~ as inner wall
of silence, would protect love's sane recall
a measure of appealing, serves enthrall.
I hear you ~
as before thy image scanned,
nor difficult decision, but explained
by knowing only love, resolved, restrained
the temperament of lack, its lost remain.
I hear you ~
as when feeling needs revere
your word is as a touch, so ever near
and if before a miracle was sight
now you, my understanding, move as right.
Does move ~
as all creation blesses light
you move, within my mind, in wordy might
as even just a groan, I know thy sound
revises my new being, in yours throned.
As no recovery, but a voice could stay
one word from you, so lovingly arrays,
to cover me with hope, pain gone away
and nearer meaning's hovering, trusts lay.
No lag of wonders healing can abound
you settle all the air, in your impound!
Categories:
revises, love,
Form: Rhyme Royal