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These two pieces captures the soaring arrogance, profound pride, and fiery confidence that characterize some poets’ iconic style. Amrit Ghayal (the first quatrain) was legendary for his fierce, larger-than-life poetic persona, and this specific quatrain perfectly showcases the sheer power he attributed to the poet's pen. The second quatrain, a part of free translation, adds to what he said in the first.
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For nectar of life fend I can,
Vie with Death’s hands--- defend I can.
My song of life a life-giver,
I pen, make dead stones stand I can.
With fire of ink, life blend I can,
The decrees of Fate bend I can.
Though time erases empires vast,
The history’s lease end I can.
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Reflections | 25.09.2026| death, life, poet, song, Quatrain
Note: The first quatrain is a free translation of a Gujarati Piece by Amrit Ghayal as under:
Amrit thi hoth aentha kari shakuñ chuñ,
Mrityu na hath palmañ hetha kari shakuñ chuñ.
A mari shayari ae sanjivani che, Ghayal,
Shayar chuñ paliya ne betha kari shakuñ chuñ.
Mirror Effects
The mirror is a Divine Awakening .
One's Doctrines
One's Scars
One's Tenancity
A reflection of the truth cannot be
Spoken; It can only be acknowledged
By one's heart that is ready to see.
Maybe the superstitions were justifiable.
Did I stare too long? And it finally stared
back.
Healing isn't when spasms stops. It's
When the imagation does.
The dark doesn't judge us.
It showcases both sides are the
Sameself.
Everyday is a new chapter to rise, True
Beauty has existence.
Deeper in a gentle thought, In a
Forgiving heart.
In order that choose kindness over
Pride.
Now calls for our best to prevail
since functional moments matter most
breathing out triumphant pursuits
letting our hearts throb with fulfillment chime.
Blest with this present opportunity
our gratitude drives endeavor's zeal
toward a prayed-for achievement
marked by love, devoid of selfishness.
Cognizant of life's fleeting nature
our faith looks beyond the temporal*
while enjoying daily victory
divinely endowed for sharing bliss.
Today showcases God's gift of grace* midst compassion, kindness, mercy, peace
glowing with hope we accept with thanks
ready for optimization's zest.
2Corinthians 4:15 For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.
February 13, 2026
3rd place, "2026-02-12 Write A Beautiful Carpe Diem Poem" Carpe Diem Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/14/2026
Window showcases bountiful falling snow.
A childlike pleasure overcomes my convalescing heart.
Winter blessings at their finest.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Nature showcases Mother Earth's creative nurture
designed by God* exposing paradise-stature of vibrant feature...
Midst radiant varied hues' magnificence
plants exude peaceful bliss with their iridescence…
Expressing biodiversity of ecological glow
picturesque landscapes present balance along perfection-flow...
With sceneries' well-carved beauty, so vibrant
Eden's worth prevails along pervading magnificence, verily radiant…
Grateful for all benefits of creation with mankind's partnership
my heart basks in this natural habitat, doing well to cultivate its workmanship.
*Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
February 2, 2026
7th place, "Your Favorite" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Seth Pina; judged on 3/6/2026
My eyes have keys.
My eyes have locks.
My keys don’t fit my locks.
Eyes are made to look out
So, only out I gazed, I sought.
Others’ eyes held their own locks,
A gallery, magnificent and varied.
In those foreign yet familiar clasps, my keys tarried,
Then with a bit of work, they married—
To treasure chests filled with grand memories
To chains tight and binding
To foggy rooms with dim outlines
To hope chests crammed with keepsake findings
To storage cabinets and their appliances
To showcases bright with earnings
To boxes of hats, masks, and glasses
To cages cold with yearnings
Countless lock types I’ve encountered and
Countless locks have crumbled.
But, behind my doors are mysteries
My locks still waiting to tumble.
Marked with awesome color-change radiance
Exposing great nature’s glorious brilliance
My season showcases marvelous wonders
Designed by great God*, devoid of blunders.
Midst phenomenon that’s iridescent
Seen through foliage so magnificent
My beauty shines in every hue’s detail
As glowing leaves of magenta prevail.
Boughs in crimson, scarlet, orange do blend
Soon turning to russet or auburn trend
While red and gold leaves blend by sweet breeze-blow.
I surely exude divine Artist’s glow.
By my reign, creation presents paradise-sight
Through abundant and vibrant harvest delight.
Highlighting grandeur of awesome blest worth
As majestic thanksgiving time on earth.
*Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
December 14, 2025
2nd place, "Seasons" Personification in Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 12/18/2025
campfire flames flare bright
licking high into the night
fingers seek mirrors
to show the utmost delight
the fire wants to share tonight
your eyes catch that glow—
reflecting in afterglow
like rose under chin
shows a warm red glow on skin
a token of love aflame
out beyond what's near
I see blazing stars mirrored
back through time and space
quivering constellations
pulsing with light's energy
flames carve your outline
the darkness has etched you there
to keep for itself
as it unhooks your shadow
so that you float out of reach
somewhere passed the stars
the first light still floods outwards
unchained, unafraid—
I see it in your eyes now
as the place it will return
the light in your eyes
showcases that I share you
with the cosmic light
released from the wood by flames
kindled by our devotion
your eyes hold fire's glow
a warmth only lovers know
is light from first dawn
drifting across starlit skies
as embers gleam in your eyes
embers gleam in your eyes
embers gleam in your eyes
We cling to what's fallen
in the lay of layers.
Leaves yield to the wind,
drifting down when time's up.
Pages of books flip over to
pile up as what's been read.
Days ripped from calendars
records the passage of time spent.
Musical notes strike the melodies for
verses on the score.
Words land on pages to craft our
letters, works and poems.
The lay of what we leave behind
in layers, showcases a life well spent
in the lay of leaves.
Returned to the wooded place I shed tears
where speaking out loud without any fears
had no shame or guilt attached to the spew
birds deer fairies fae gathered by the few
looking on from afar allowing my release
so I can continue my self-healing in peace
it was therapy for my soul without any pay
evaluating how far I have come along today
sound of an ovation of clapping oak leaves
spiders appeared showcases web weaves
feeling appreciated never a moment before
time to leave because there's more to explore
this wooded place I will never ever forget
remembering it will be my perfect outlet
arrived with pain left with tremendous grace
how could I ever forget this imperfect place
Earth
that turns on itself
being turned inside and out
has focus and shows itself
in luxury and amenities
like in big cities!
Big cities are showcases
they turn and show themselves night and day:
London displays its fog,
Paris its light,
Madrid Moorish beauty
Rio naked architecture...
Shanghai mysterious aura
New York melting pot
Moscow intriguing way
Our world turns being
only a particle of the
general movement of the Cosmos...!
“He will progress
toward retrogression.”
Pediatrician’s verdict
reverberates…
Midst supplication
for more than a decade
mother’s faith conquers
fulfillment of prognosis.
Today, an art collage showcases
miracle, smiting skepticism
since nothing is impossible with God*
Yes, it's a masterpiece
exuding divine care and family love
signed by my special child’s heart...
defying “He will progress toward
retrogression.”
*Luke 1:37 For with God nothing shall be impossible.
June 1, 2024
10th place, "What of ... a pearl?" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish; judged on 6/3/2024
When life becomes confusing,
my only saviour is my
simple musing.
Twilight shimmers in orange,
red clouds float above,
preparing for blood rain.
Lost to ponder,
I contemplate and wonder
why the symphonic sky
showcases shadows of ghosts
as a
susurration of sighs,
reflect sands of time,
like an unbalanced hourglass.
As words lose
innocent connotations
I find no use for speech.
I drift into my
silent reverie -
but release through poetry.
Wild fires no longer rage,
rain perishes like a drought,
but the smell of ash remains
who knows what winds may come and go
and what they will bring and take.
Motionless mind agrees to a ceasefire,
with my apprehensive heart.
Cumulonimbus clouds clear,
sky is like a fresh sapphire page.
Simple sun shines - scintillating,
illuminating an enchanting rainbow.
Horizons reflect like stained glass windows.
Path clears before me,
as I bask in the brisk breeze.
Refreshing wise winds soothe,
as zephyrs heal tender wounds.
I see smoky mountains up ahead,
but I believe I can conquer them
as pain is no longer my companion.
Jesus is bigger than any moment
There is nothing more powerful than
The power of God’s Grace!
He endowers us with His Name
And enhances our territory
This in return showcases man’s history with God
The Grace of the Lord is a beautiful thing to behold
His relentless participation in man
Ignites the Everlasting plan of God!
Grace makes the impossible possible
Grace brings Favour that shifts us on a certain path
This is the beautiful art of the Saviour
The Wonder of Grace is given when we need it most!
Grace is God’s idea
Flee from arrogance
The Grace of the Lord Jesus is pertinent to our lives
Grace believes in our future
Grace is waiting for us
Grace makes the impossible possible
Because God never gives up on us!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2024
Marked with awesome color-change radiance
Autumn showcases marvelous wonders
Designed by great God*, devoid of blunders
Exposing great nature’s glorious brilliance.
Midst phenomenon that’s iridescent
Fall’s beauty shines in every hue’s detail
Seen through foliage so magnificent
As glowing leaves of magenta prevail.
Boughs in crimson, scarlet, orange do blend
Championing divine artistic delight
Marked by show of russet or auburn trend.
Declaring blest autumnal glowing might
*Psalms 95:3 For the LORD is a great God, and a great King above all gods.
September 30, 2023
2nd place, "Autumnal" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 10/5/2023
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