You are as real to me as any other living thing
I can see. Alive and indestructible
Words are one of very few things that cannot
be taken from us
Even if conditions are such
that those words must only live
inside our minds.
Even before the completion
of one work of art on paper,
you have already been born somewhere
in my psyche
Until it's time to knock on the door and
come out
You
have always been with me
You are one reason I was born
to express you, share you
We, together, touch others
with honesty, beauty, smiles, tears,
even regret or angst
Whatever it is they need most
at the time
Your rhyme so satisfies me
like nothing else. We are a team
To write is better than the best dream
It's the closest I am able to come to eternity
There is no time. Time does not exist when
we are composing.
There is nothing else and
nothing I want for
when I'm with you
When I leave this limited space,
we will float away together
a feather
for the future
Whatever it may be
Thank you, Poetry
Woo-woo, The mystic eyes of Megan
paint life in blue and grey,
no glimmer of sunlight
breaks through my cloudy day:
our footprints have been erased
by the drifting breeze that
even dissolves the lovely thoughts
thoughts we wrote on the dune
with childish whim and delight,
while we hummed a happy tune...
feeling mellow, not sad!
Wpp-wooo, we resemble
dry leaves falling off
a shedding tree branch,
standing over the foggy ranch;
does anyone catch them
to remind us of Autumn
and comfort grieving goldfinch
waiting for days in vain:
she has lost her soulmate.
Don't run from me again,
don't be more cruel than fate!
Woowoo, the mystic eyes of Megan
paint like in blue and grey,
there's no sunset, no dawn;
ditch your silly monotony,
brighten your day.
I have been patient enough
to tolerate what I don't deserve,
I have been too kind; I often laugh...
hiding this anger I would like to unnerve!
Woowoo, I am that lover who satisfies all desires
be forever true, don't cheat on me:
woowoo, this beautiful thing is simply
called love, honey;
no woman has ever told me lies,
I love endlessly,
I demand sincerity!
The mystic eyes of Megan , not sad!
paint life in in blue in blue and grey,
no sunlight breaks through my cloudy day;
our footprints are erased
by a drifting breeze that
even dissolves the thoughts
we wrote on the sand tune
with childish joy and delight,
while we hummed a tune,
feeling mellow, not sad!
We resemble dry leaves falling from
a shading tree branch,
standing over the quite ranch;
does anyone catch them
to remind us of Autumn,
and comfort the goldfinch
waiting for her three days in vain:,
he has lost his soulmate.
Don't run from me again,
don't be more cruel than fate!
The mystic eyes of Megan paint life in blue and grey,
ditch your useless monotony, brighten your day;
I have been patient enough
to take what I don't deserve.
I have been too kind, I often laugh,
hiding my anger I like to unnerve!
I'm that lover who satisfies all desires,
be forever true, never cheat on me;
this beautiful thing that thrills us
is simply called love, honey.
no woman has ever told me lies:
I love endlessly, I expect sincerity!
,
Cherries are divine like starlight
Heavenly scent satisfies me
Every whiff is a good memory
Roses envy this elegant scent
Rivers of almonds with cherries
Youth surrounds its beauty
Almost only almond
Layers of cherries inside
Mystical scent slides upon my skin
Only name brand lotion is best
Near luxury but not quite luxury
Delicate yet strong together
He pulled me out of
the abyss of my despair
He gave me His love
not a spirit of fear
He promised to never leave me
stay forever in my life
so my response to Him
Is yes my Lord Christ
and when I was down
to my last time
God had my bills paid
right on time
He promised to never leave me
stay forever in my life
so my response to Him
Is yes my Lord Christ
God wants me to be
at my best
for in me
He does invest
He supplies all my needs
satisfies all my desires
So yes, a response to Him
Is much required
Yes Lord yes Lord
with no uncertainty
Yes Lord yes Lord
with true affinity
Yes Lord yes Lord
Is my only reply
Yes Lord yes Lord
I lift your name up high
You promised to never leave me
stay forever in my life
So my response to you God
Will always be yes
My Lord Christ
I am the bread of life that satisfies
The deep desire of ev’ry hungry soul.
I am this dark world’s light; I open eyes
Long blinded on the path toward life’s great goal.
I am the door to God’s rich pastureland;
My followers go safely to their rest.
I am the way to God’s most gracious hand;
And there with me, they’ll be forever blessed.
I am the shepherd, good to all I own,
They live because I freely died for them.
I am the vine; no fruit appears alone,
But where the branch attaches to the stem.
Before the start of any human strife,
I am the resurrection, and the life!
Ask me something easier
Mama used to say
When I wanted reasoning
Why it goes the way
No one says good word about
Yet they do agree
With those they can live without
Pretty easily
If the fools are able
To control the wise
What’s the wisdom’s fable?
How it satisfies
Is it dialectic
Or a consolation
That comes off too hectic
Closer to frustration?
Why the chosen rulers
Aspire to be great?
Why the fools can fool us
Are we that afraid?
Why do they contest?
Can’t they live a little?
Why there is no rest
For the wicked people?
Why the time can’t stop?
What’s the point in queues
If they can bring up
Anything we choose?
Why the sun and moon
Shine too bright this summer?
Why you’ve gone too soon
Poor little Mama?
Clouds fill the sky
Does it smell like rain?
I’m not sure, it’s dry
I can hear the train
Come over the bridge
To the other bank
But I have no speech
All my questions sank.
You've given me a life
full and complete
You are so good
none can compete
and for each day that goes by
my hands to You I raise
to give You Lord
my total praise
You've given me
a sense of peace
my soul to You
I do release
and for each day that goes by
my hands to You I raise
to give You Lord
my total praise
Your righteousness is great
beyond measure
Your mercy is precious
my heaven sent treasure
Your grace is sufficient
satisfies all my needs
I thank You God
for sowing in me
virtuous seeds
and for each day that goes by
my hands to You I raise
to give you Lord
my total praise
I kneel to You
In reverent supplication
total devotion
true dedication
and for each day that goes by
my hands to You I raise
to give You Lord
my total praise
my faith in You
continues to increase
my love for You
will never cease
and for each day that goes by
my hands to You I raise
to give you Lord
my total praise
and for each day that goes by
my hands to You are raised
To give You my Lord God
my complete and total praise
We have many functions in our body
some helpful, and others are not so
but there's one that sticks out more
even from an early age, it loves to say no
The tongue has the power for good or bad
its tendency is to be bad from its heart
but good can come with the spirit's work
godly marks then are seen in no small part
Scripture tells us about the tongue's poison
with this, it brings evil upon all in its ways
without the spirit's effect ot falls down deep
its language shows evil intent all the day
It's an awful thing considering its power
bringing fear and anxiety upon its prey
we need God's authority to bring it down
which brings us to our knees to pray
Remember, in the tongue is true fruit
that which fully satisfies every thirst
so love this tongue to full effect
then the evil poison will be burst
("Death and life are in the power of the tongue,
and those who love it will eat its fruits.")
Proverbs 18: 21 (ESV)
The morning sighs
with hoarse, guttural caws.
Crows twirl and cartwheel backwards,
like charred scraps of newspaper
caught in wild feral, wind eddies
above a raging bush fire.
Goosestepping gulls
enforce their feeding-ground territories
with threats and violent gestures
their beaks snapping shut
like rust-corroded, iron gates.
Looping caterpillars
form a Congo line
across the blistered bark of trees
while ants drag dismembered wings
along cracks in the pavement.
A magpie bludgeons
a snail against the stones
until the shell gives way
its pale body spilling outwards;
a molluscan sacrifice
that satisfies the hunger pangs
of a black-and-white starving bird.
Worms writhe blindly,
torn asunder
on the hot sunbaked soil
attacked by hordes of bull-ants
lake tiny matadors in torero corrida,
sparing with capes and lances
as they torment the helpless,
doomed, and dumb, succumbed prey.
The morning sun rises,
guilty as charged!
without pity or cause,
without mercy or motive,
to silent, stark applause,
as nature pleads for survival.
Fruits of nutritious blends toward healthy zest
Reveal succulent kiwis and apples’ best
Upheld by mangoes that conquer sweetness-fest
Infused with straw berries, bright among the rest
Tasty along raisins as fresh grapes attest.
Served deliciously for diners to rejoice
Awesome fruit salad of mixed nuts is great choice
Loaded with cheese midst melon’s delicious poise
Appealing that satisfies my craving voice…
Dessert I thank God* for --- midst festive burp's noise.
*1 Chronicles 16:34 O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good; for his mercy endureth forever.
April 8, 2026
2nd place, "Time for Dessert - Acrostic Challenge 2" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 4/19/2026
Kookie pumpkin stack of three
Turns to look at lil ole me
What are you doing here? asks number two
The others roll their eyes, I don’t have a clue
Do I answer to pumpkins? No. I do not.
I keep walking past, but now it’s a trot.
Get back here you coward! He yells in a fit.
I stick out my tongue, but he cannot see it.
This satisfies me though, and I keep going.
It’s a cold Halloween, and it might start snowing.
I want to get all the candy I can get before my shoes get wet.
Come back here! Yells the pumpkin stack, all in a fret.
Before a word is spoken
Before that seed is even broken
Let me bow to the untroubled maker of the heart
The keeper of what is hidden like a thought
Oh teach me to speak not from the noise but from knowing
Not tripped in anger but understanding
So let these words not wander without a root
Of anchored truth which no time can uproot
I speak of what already exists and not merely mine
He is the witness to the laws that governs the unseen
He knows why love builds what hatred breaks
And what we carry within becomes what we create
Heed to this voice with insight and clarity
that the heart is the garden I speak of
Whoever feeds on envy starves the heart
He who sows bitterness reaps loneliness
No feast of darkness satisfies only a pure heart knows fullness
Hate enfeebles the purity of friendship love restored and unite
A spiteful tongue drives peace away
But a gentle spirit halts when hatred knocks in
Therefore choose your seed wisely
For the heart is the garden you tend
And this is it.
Rights Reserved
sickness
Spills through the valley
Heavy like a winter river
Cold
My heart beats
A hollow thud
My eyes
Dry as the dust
My body shakes
It rattles and it bends
Yet I
Still refuse
Still I refuse
I will not die
When the sun sinks low
Past the edge of the hills
I will see Him
I will see Him
And all will be well
Yes all will be well
All will be well
At the table
He pulls out my chair
He satisfies
The hunger in my marrow
He wipes
Every salt stain
He binds
Every open cut
The past is a ghost
A shadow
Lost in the tall grass
A new dawn
A new dawn
Starts to climb
When the sun sinks low
Past the edge of the hills
I will see Him
I will see Him
And all will be well
Yes all will be well
All will be well
Maybe it hurts
Maybe I bleed
Maybe I wait
I smile at the thorn
I smile at the sting
I smile at the night
For now
Just for now
I hold it close
When the sun sinks low
Past the edge of the hills
I will see Him
I will see Him
And all will be well
Yes all will be well
All will be well
All will be well
Beyond the hills
I see Him
I see Him
It is well
When it pulls the strings, we dance
We are just puppets in its eyes
We become addicts in a trance
When it pulls the strings
Now its power is on the rise
Its web covers a vast expanse
It satisfies our needs, a guise
It gives us info at a glance
And it makes us feel very wise
Its huge web may give us no chance
When it pulls the strings
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