She smiles with glitter in her eyes
AOP: Honorable Mention 2026
Don't ever get caught in a lie.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
483.
Prayer For Sincerity
Oh Father God, we pray for sincerity
That we exhibit truthfulness & honesty
Oh Lord Jesus, we ask to be truthful
That we be not distrusted & scornful
Oh Holy Spirit, we beg for honest living
That we feel conscientious & confident in everything
This we implore to our Lord God. Amen.
-12/23/2015
(Dumarao)
*Gideons Prayer Poems for Christian Virtues
It's worth being thankful,
That I am hale and healthy;
Such touch my heart's depth.
It's never insane
To celebrate occasion...
That marks a new start.
It is whatever
Your sure decision views right,
Makes happiness last.
It's sometimes of God
To remove our lives' dangers;
Such protecting love!
You can't be happy,
Unless unhappiness strikes...
To value its grade.
My heart imagines...
How else would it have happened,
If not by His grace?
Now, it comes a day,
Mercy will always be speak...
Gratitude's leading role.
You may always frankly mean what you say,
But you always say it in such a mean way.
I though, I always sincerely mean what I say,
Difference is I only give my overall takeaway.
Ah, such a dandy with a girl on each arm.
Is it his flaming red hair, or his endearing charm?
Two more behind follow in family extension.
Nice young girls drawn by his questionable intention.
A talked-about scene as they walk down the street,
The townspeople are shocked by this amorous fleet.
Like a barnyard rooster surrounded by hens,
He lives in a fantasy where love merely pretends.
Then, one day, he met the New Age Jezebel.
Rejected, he continued his romance to pursue.
Into her web was where he stumbled and fell,
And for the first time he pledged that his heart would be true.
A single rooster was walking down the road,
When he circled a stone to see what was behind it.
The cock had been young, but he was now growing old.
I wonder why he's searching. I just hope he can find it
The long skirt, a sudden spill of cream,
drags through a puddle of reflected gold.
Mimosa flares, a sincere, useless sun.
Two shadows walk into the painted light,
their shoulders squared against the brush strokes
of the absolute and pouring present.
The third man waits, a fixed, forgotten shape.
I know their names, yet only see the slick
materiality of black umbrellas,
and the sweet ache of almost feeling.
Envy, a character trait which I despise,
develops when pride appears on the forefront.
It happens to one who comes to realize
his apparent influence has become blunt.
Envy's cousin, distrust, considers in sooth,
enemy's lies, distortions which blur the truth.
Its main rebuttal is to blame or to bluff
and to measure one's best self as not enough.
Sincerity, a quality I adore,
is the paradigm of the unpretentious.
It is best when accompanied by candor;
I respect a person who's conscientious.
But what of men who are genuinely wrong?
They embrace thoughts, words and deeds ever so strong.
Ponder one, the seriously, sincere Saul
who at last met peace as the apostle, Paul.
I see right through you,
you can play dumb all you want
~ if that's your winning strategy
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Apologies
If I say I'm sorry
I will get my way
Your thinking to sway
Apology to look good
Narcissism under the hood
For me everyone will root
Apology to provoke guilt
Creates self-doubt to the hilt
Blame to you will shift
Apologies made from half truth
My own feelings to soothe
Everyone thinks I stand on truth
Apologies to put it in the past
Knowing fake peace won't last
Over you a shadow will cast
Apologies made but nothing changes
To break you down in stages
Slowly your mind deranges
Apologies not from the heart
When you never state your part
Will always tear us apart
By Cathrin Stuart
The God residing in the sky,
Looks at us with pity,
But then he is helpless,
Against our cruelty's tall and strong fortress.
I can see her in pain,
But her cries are all in vain,
The grief in her heart,
Has stuck herself to the pillar of grief.
The children who provided you the joy of being a parent,
Are thrown into orphanages due to lack of money,
The dog and the cat which took care of you,
Is shunned and thrown away after a certain age- by YOU!
The hen which gives you eggs and the cow-milk, also gets killed,
By none else but you,
And the food made out of them makes your stomach filled,
Yet they serve you and that is true.
The fruit providing and spring bringing flowers and trees are cut,
I wonder what gave you that gut?
Even the holy one has his eyes shut,
And after all this-one day our bodies also turn into mud.
In an Instant
A towering temple of trust
Is not built in a day, in an instant
But spans over years and years;
From laying of its base of sincerity
To its inner shrine of beauty
It is wrapped with the cement of honesty
Sprinkled with water of love and care
Mixed with rock sand of confidence
Sealed with iron bars of resistance
And set with the bricks of pertinence.
Yet, the temple crumbles in an instant,
Its towers turn to heaps of dust
And its shrine is reduced to ashes
With the venom of mistrust,
With the spleen of treacherous acts
That shake the very base of confidence,
Like earthquakes that smash down palaces,
Like the shot of heavy missiles
That ravage all on their way
In a moment, in an instant.
I won`t be too long
I`ll just write a simple song
Sometimes the days are too short
And I enjoy working and sport
Sometimes the hours are too long
And I don`t know where I belong
These hours frighten me
With their cruel sincerity
Sorry...
Indeed a miracle word,
How much relief it gives,
The one who says and the one who receives.
How wondrous,
As it could break down walls,
Melts the ice,
Brings out a smile,
Makes everything nice.
Truly magical,
The only condition that it poses,
That brings arguments to a close,
Is that it should come from within,
From the sincerest part of your being.
Steve likes to control people's lives.
He could hate men for their bad wives;
Who tries Steve's eyeballs to death drives,
His razor worse than twenty knives!
Thus, Steve's trusted friend Jeremy
Had to become his enemy
Jeremy to face his army
For being recently The Barmy...
I love Steve's dead sincerity,
Not his love for temerity:
His mad thirst for severity
And voice for dropped Austerity...
Men should know trends that are recent
And afford they can The Decent,
Wasting not strength for an ascent,
Where lies but yesterday's assent.
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