Oh,
to be
remembered
Oh,
to memories
serve
Oh,
to cheat
the reaper
Oh,
to strike
a nerve
Oh,
to light
the candle
Oh,
to be
a spark
Oh,
to live
inside you
Oh,
to smite
— the dark
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
Triumphant to mature with growth-delight
Let’s pursue against selfish nature-blight…
Vanquishing greed midst arrogant culture’s height
Let’s care and share as we feature kindness’ sprite…
Steadfast upon truth-posture midst mercy-filled light
Let’s show compassionate gesture along sharing flight…
While basking in well-being’s nurture against ailment fright
Let’s smite frustration’s torture by engaging in meaningful fight…
Enjoying good lecture about nutritious bite
Let’s feast on diet’s riches that picture triumphant sight…
Keeping on along faith’s venture of prayerful might
Let’s glow with love-brightened stature day and night…
HopefuI for transformation with renewed vesture to do right
Let’s thank God*, our life’s Source, being His divine creature, heavenly bright.
* In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
July 1, 2026
1st place, "Ambition Or Hope" Monorhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 7/15/2026.
Oh, peaceful sentinel of green,
With sweeping boughs and leafy screen!
Most trees provide a tranquil shade,
For picnickers in any glade
But you, O Willow, choose to smite,
And pummel passersby all night!
While common willows gently weep,
You cause the very bones to leap!
With one swift swish, you wreck a car,
And launch a Ford into a star.
You care not for a bird or bee,
An equal-opportunity brute tree.
You guard a dark and secret door,
Where furry friends pace on the floor.
A gentle poke upon your bark
Will freeze you silent in the dark,
A magic trick of wood and limb,
To keep your temper rather trim!
So hail the violent, twisted wood!
Misunderstood, yet understood.
The only tree, we must agree,
That strikes right back at botany!
ALGAE TRUMP DID FIGHT
GOING TO BEAT ME, YEAH RIGHT
TRUMP ALGAE DID SMITE
Champs shout
smite doubt!
Endure
pressure!
God speed
now lead!
Delight
truth's right!
Be blest
do best!
8th place, "1476" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/31/2026
Halloween night had many monsters walking in sight
Some super heroes, and a clumsy sword-wielding knight
there goes a ghoul who is dressed in pink rather than white
I am walking past a vampire with a huge overbite
None of these creatures are causing me a bit of fright
my fear is at bay, trick-or-treating is my main plight
Here comes my nemesis dressed in a faerie dress too tight
Gloating a bit that it makes her choices look less than bright
I almost knew that cowboy, but does he really have that height?
Maybe he is wearing lifts in his boots, his limp is quite slight
Allowing Frankenstein to pass, I move a bit to the right
There is an orange suited man trying to insurrection incite
I steer around him, there are more important things to smite
A large Hershey bar calls to me and I take a big bite
Here comes a familiar ballerina, my neighbor, always uptight
Who let you out on fright night? She says; she can be a blight.
Rejoice
heart's choice...
Spread glee
faith's spree...
Be glad
soul's fad...
Smile now
shout "wow"...
Delight
hope's flight...
Smite fear
God's cheer...
Laugh well
champ's yell.
Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
April 15, 2026
2nd place, "1464" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/17/2026
Kindness glows
expressing love’s bliss
from blest heart
reaching-out
inspiring others with cheer
midst hope’s radiance.
Kindness grows
exuding vibrance
that nurtures
and cares for
those in need along prayer
for their good welfare.
Kindness goes
extending help’s breed
so freely
sharing joy
God* grants to smite woe and angst
for peace to prevail.
*Habakkuk 3:18 Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
March 22, 2026
3rd place, "2026-03-15 Write a Beautiful Shadorma" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/2/2026
Sun
flower
r a d i a t e s
bliss of God's hope*
with golden p e t a l s
cheering brightly
staying fresh
to smite
gloom.
*Romans 15:13 Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.
February 28, 2026
3rd place, "A Nature Ninette Poem" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 3/15/2026
Blooming with joyful zest
triumphant harvest is assured by God's delight
surely blest…
As blossoms glow
good works cheer hearts midst kindness' flight
smite woe…
Indeed
sharing what's right
freed…
Blooming with joyful zest
good works* cheer hearts midst kindness' flight
freed!
*Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.
February 21, 2026
10th place, "Let's minichu on flowering" Rhyme Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani; judged on 2/26/2026
the gothic toad had a duty to do his best
he rose from his grave determined to never rest
I shall smite the enemy, and right the wrongs he said
He had truly become a formidable advocate since being dead.
he was indeed not very bright
mishandled quotes he did recite
got into a daily fight
misconstrued things, oh yes, quite!
he gave many a blatant sight
loose lips should have been more tight
he often had to change his flight
for he was jailed through the night
he was a shrimp of five-foot height
his face was furry, beard was white
this was my uncle LeRoy Dwight
He’d often give my aunt a fright
his fits in public were no delight
his pin-head-brain did not work right
he often bragged who he might smite
unhealthy ideas that he held tight
Vibrant hope
beyond tomorrow's scope
blissfully rises midst prayer zest
as faith reigns to smite attacks of trial and test
strengthening courage for love-propelled work so blest
that upholds service of kindness pace...
---yon Christmas days' tough race
with God's grace.*
*1 Peter 5:10 But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.
December 16, 2025
2nd place, "A Trois-par-Huit for December" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 12/24/2025
The lungs' heavy work soften
Breaths escape less often
The day rest in nightfall
Summer's fade to fall
Gives way to winter's pall
And the chilling of all
Colouring my dreams gray
Falling back from the fray
To soothe and to pray heal
The hatreds that we feel
Learning so late to forgive
With so few days to live
Weep for time wasted thus
I, the weaker of us
Feigning others as weak
That were humble and meek
That heed the gleaming light
And lay aside their might
My years stretch to their close
Though my star never rose
To light another's way
Or smite their darkest day
Dear god, please forgive me
Too late, thine face, I see
They said He never fought.
That He sent others—winged, obedient, aflame.
That He stayed above the fray,
Too holy to touch the dirt.
But they never saw the frost.
Not the one that crept through the courtroom,
Where lies were dressed in robes.
Not the one that settled on the skin
Of the boy they called monster.
They never saw Him descend.
No trumpet. No scroll.
Just silence that cracked like bone.
He did not come with wrath.
He came with memory.
Of every slander, every exile,
Every name carved into flesh.
He bled—but not red.
His blood was frost.
It crystallized on the ground
Where innocence had been buried.
No angel could fight this.
No flame could cleanse it.
Only the One who knew
What it meant to be misunderstood.
He did not smite.
He stood.
And the frost spread like truth
Across the battlefield of shame.
And when it was done,
The boy was not erased.
He was crowned.
Not with gold—but with clarity.
The frost did not kill.
It revealed.
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