Short Glorying Poems
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We spit on Poe's raven
The crows and me
True blackbirds, living our truth
Eating corn ahead of the masses
Leaving nothing at borders
Glorying in our evilness
Sitting among my paints and glitter
reaching for a blank canvas
I smile at true me.
An artist, dream-maker, cartoonist, I
separate from regular snore bore life
Becoming more real than ever
when I get to my studio.
I reach for my paint brush,
glorying in my bliss
I
A few weeks ago, he gave a message
I barely contained tears, repentant heart
Yes, I was in church, and he's an elder
Refuses the title of pastor. Deserves it ever
My wife and I can talk, fellowship, listen
To a man - divorced 20 years - pure
As far as this world goes, purer still
In studying, glorying in God's known will
Chaos is but
a furious gust
of wind blowing
through the desert
glorying order
overwhelmingly
with sand
and dust.
One Sentence Metaphor in Free Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe
Date written and submitted: 07/28/2019
Skeptical midst truth
deceiving self with hope's bliss
while struggling against pride
then battling over jealousy
as triumph missed mark of confidence...
oh, vain glorying becomes inevitable
along agony to accept flaws...
here am I succumbing
yielding ego upon divine altar
striving to persist, and now express:
"forgive me."
Such is what heart beseeches.
Godly success is Providence-wrought victory*
While yielding to the Holy Ghost for power
Against self-glorying motive, arrogantly destructive.
Dependence to the Lord in doing His will
While obeying Him propelled by faith and love
Brings sure triumph, vanquishing personal whims.
*2Samuel 23:12 But he stood in the midst of the ground, and defended it…and the LORD wrought a great victory.
May 16, 2019
If contests reveal great faith-work’s strength
battles show discipline-ventures
conquests expose character
trials test virtues’ might
values’ fortitude
skills’ expertise
talents’ worth
for God...
Win!
When contest rules do stifle your life
not bringing out your very best
but nurturing the beast’s guts
with self-glorying bouts
midst spiritual angst
burdening soul
breaking heart,
Trust God…
Win*!
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Tree shadows camouflague the bird
but her happiness is profoundly heard.
The birdfeeders are full.
Fresh water in the bird baths.
I sit in the sun listening to her brag about her circumstances.
Glorying in her joyful song.
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Her bird speak resonates in the forest.
I can feel my skin freckling
I left my sun hat on the porch, on purpose.
I feel like singing myself.