We do not speak out of our own strength,
Rather it's a response.. the word of God makes,
He gives us the keys of authority to speak against fear,
And the word of God speaks loud and clear,
Our voice is an instrument and the chords open doors,
The beauty of His word shows our hearts more,
He sets the stage as we stand at the alter,
He leads our hearts as we watch him put it all together,
Stepping down can be standing up, the heart can speak louder than words,
When your strength is weak but your heart is stirred,
And you respond accordingly, you heed to the call,
Sometimes He quiets your heart to say nothing at all,
Treasuring His purpose while purposely forgetting your own,
You see it's not your house.. it's His home,
And his love will touch the very depths of your soul,
The tears you cry of letting go of your own,
Releasing, tearing down walls, responding and speaking out His words,
Knowing in your heart what's meant to be heard,
Love is a digger... find me in Him,
His love is my treasure from within
farewell
stepping down
less one this ticket
empathy for our country
the torch is passed, age has revealed its sly self
for the real meaning of Christmas Christ
Step down from heaven to save us
Emmanuel God's presence with us Jesus
Joyous peace agape love so close
Stepping down from heaven host
Name mercies Grace comes to save us
Holy in accordance creation sings
Revelry abundant grace heavenly
Triumphant poised peace salvation brings
Father in heaven author of heavenly things
Hopeful pageantry feels seventy
Kingdom beings nature Angel sings
Mercy's Grace shun Shines on His face
From this moment on freedom song
Birth not a mere mortal man Jesus
Amazing Grace birth to save Humanity
For the real meaning of Christmas Christ
From this moment on freedom song
Emmanuel God presence with us Jesus
11/30/23
For God Only Son Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
I saw truant clouds wading through late evening sky.
With sunset, they got dyed in varying shades,
Forming into configurations of differing shape and size!
Giants, mountains and raw bundles of fluffy wool,
To be woven into yet a hundred patterns.
Twilight shadows slowly began to fall,
Like gauzy gossamer webs here and there
Night came stepping down from the heights.
I heard the wind singing through the leaves.
Their sweet cadence lifted my moods.
From the forest, a nightingale echoed a happy note.
Crickets in chorus chanted in sonorous tones.
As I looked on, from creamy cotton clouds,
Full moon emerged like a seductive temptress.
What a majestic sight of incomparable beauty!
Stars were seen as silver sequences stitched on,
An unfurling cerulean veil of chiffon silk.
I felt so weightless, being lifted to great heights.
As I lost myself in the irresistible charm of the night,
A thousand butterflies of joy danced within me.
I'm running from the darkness that follows me everywhere I turn,
I stumble, and then the darkness engulfs me.
I'm shivering in the dark and replaying scenes of my dark and bitter past,
The past I don't want to remember.
I'm looking for a way out but that's hard to find.
I've tried looking for a light, but the one I've found doesn't seem to shine.
I'm crumbling, breaking down because the walls of my mind aren't strong enough to keep me sane,
This darkness is seemingly seeping into my bones; it's filling my lungs with poisoned air...
I can't breathe.
And just when reality begins to fade away,
I see You.
The Son of Man come to save the lost,
The Light of the world fearlessly stepping down into darkness,
The King of Kings, who comes to restore hope to the poor.
You walk through the shadows surrounding me,
And even the darkness gives way to You.
You hold my hand and tell me, "Trust me, my timing's perfect".
And then I realize the truth,
I just needed to turn to Him,
To ask for His help, for Him to guide me...
For Him to be mine,
And me, His.
ON BUCOLIC SETTING
Earth dressed in foliage with lush verdure,
leafy green revolution to assure.
Undisciplined non-mowed lime-green meadow
growing wild weeds for cattle, camel, deer, and doe.
Charcoal clouds in platoon started to frown.
From verdant valley I was stepping down
to wide pastoral field.
Sudden gust made me thrilled.
I walked on furrows in wrinkles
where periwinkle twinkled.
I leaped on ridges and creases of uneven path
kicking tiny stones and pebbles in fake wrath
Wet leaves spread feral fragrance as clouds melted to pour
Intermittent showers moistened soil arousing petrichor.
Words picked: verdant , clouds, assure, wild, sudden
10/10/20
Third Place
'Mystery Word Find' Contest by Caren Krutsinger
EMERALD BEAUTY
Mother Earth under cerulean sky
dressed in green foliage with lush verdure,
leafy vegetation and feral bottle green bushes matching with
glossy green grass in big mass growing in mirth.
Clad in olive green gown you were stepping down
from verdant valley to pastoral field,
harmonizing with viridescent panorama.
Your glimmering attire allured my dreamy dormant desire.
I listened to my rapid heart beats becoming faster.
I hastened to meet and address you but wobbling opposed.
Pearly passion entirely on confusion cascaded in plenitude,
resonating in rhapsody on melody of glamour of amour
as I faced the glistened emerald beauty.
12/10/19
Edited on 05/05/20
HM
' BRIAN'S CHOICE 4' Contest by Brian Strand
" I am naked nude
I am spiritually directed true
Naked I am coming down an angel
God and my parents co-created me
I am nude spiritual
Nude descending a staircase
Placed in Fallopian tube
Spiritually nude
Stepping down heaven and creation stairs
Nude spiritually improved
Step-by-step
Breath of Life
Placed in me -
Nude descending a staircase
Step-by-step
Naked physically
Nude spiritually
God Gave Me Breath
Grows me places me in the womb
Leavin Heaven's Door
This mansion home
On a vacation journey
To terrain place earthen space ..
Is this the norm
I'm nude descending a staircase
I Rise I breathe I'm chosen
I'm an embryo as I walk I descend the stairs
I am the temporal Journey from Heaven to Earth for what it's worth
I am nude descending a staircase"
10/10/19
For Nude Descending a Staircase
Contest sponsored by John Lawless
Soak into your senses
Stop stepping down your standards for someone's satisfaction
Your skeptical because selflessness sent you staggering
Stumbling and succumbing to something you are not
Something stagnantly synthetic
Submerged under the surface
Something inside you sees the shackles separating you from sustainment
Trying to salvage the shortcomings and sever the shady feelings of the struggle
Be satisfied to step up and stand out
You are sterling in singularity
The Queen of the Screw Up's! That would be me!
I wear that crown With the greatest of ease!
So, bow down people, show some respect.
To the most majestic screw up, you will never forget.
I screw up everything, that is ample.
Take my bank account, for example
In the negative it always stays.
I screw that up everyday.
Bills pile up they never get paid
Ignoring them wishing they would go away
Electricity, water, credit card statements pile up in a high-rise
My credit score is lower than my shoe size
Relationships are destroyed and broken,
leaving with no apologies spoken.
It’s not easy being queen, I had to earn that crown,
and I don’t plan on stepping down.
So, All hail her royal Highness and kneel before me,
who screws things up to the third degree .
Date:03/03/2019
Contest Name: Make me actually LOL 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
When they keep roaming about
Know something is coming aloud
They will share a plate with thee for now
All for something that you can't see around
Once they gets hold of it, boom! they land
Much disbursement on franchise
Lot of buy buy to appease
Too much bank drafts in the street
But they accumulates back to the teeth
All for proper usage overseas
After ascending the throne,
They grew bones with horns
They become rulers with thorns
Control seats from home
Rotates the post with nepotism
Lot of godfathers settlement
Too many lavishing and merriment
Life overseas for enjoyment
Offspring no where at the moment
But are groomed for the movement
Empty treasury they complaint
Precursor have grind the nation
They have flown with the lot
But budgets is appreciating
Allowance never depreciating
Empowerment still rolling in
Little wonder if it's a journey of mandates
Why they find it difficult to locate the gate
If they can not really appreciate
Because the nation is not their mate
Whether stepping down would lead to hates
Since the masses have no right to the cake.
I
see you
coming down the
stairs walking holding the
banister ever so carefully still
dizzy yet head still swimming such
..........I need the aid of someone too!
.......................to catch and or hold me so I,
don't want to fall walking, stepping down these stairs
4/11/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
What child is this?
Stepping down to a semi dark tavern
with an empty bottle at the age of five
to be filled with ruby red wine,
fascinated by farmers sitting
at a rustic table, darkened by time
laughing and eating through
thick mustaches, perfect teeth,
smelling of garlic and wine?
Sitting in a bus and being startled
by a woman gone berserk
on hearing little traveler was alone
on her way to visit grandma
on the Trevico mountain.
Little did she know smarty was a regular!
And the locked farm gate, little spider climbed
and opened from inside?
What child is this? A much loved child
by a lioness mother and a father who,
when teacher said she couldn’t handle English,
he answered: “She can do anything!”
First Place: L Milton Hankins-Story From Your Childhood-12/10/20
Second Place: Craig Cornish-What child Is This-10/18/17
~Like A Song~
( Stepping Down )
The Trine is a nice, neat form
Like song in hearts p'rform
Capture form
Write one
Done!
Give it a try, can't go wrong
Verses aren't that long
Like a song
It's sweet
Neat.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
February.27.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~ Author's Notes:
The " Stepping Down " is a poetry form or style created by Erich J. Goller, on 7.17.2013.
~Author's Notes:
The " Trine" is a French poetry form or style.
Everybody has to go sometime,
Thank you for the time spent,
I’ve enjoyed every minute,
Could’ve been longer,
Took some settling in,
People all around me,
I grew to love,
On the whole,
Life has been good,
Had a few moments,
It all worked out in the end,
Matured into the position,
Got better with time,
Stepping down now,
Leaving the work to my sons,
Next generation,
Hope you’ve been happy with my work,
I’ve tried to do my best,
Apart from a couple of mishaps,
Which I was sorry about,
Thank you for excepting my apologies
And resignation
Looking forward to my next adventure,
Going to do a bit of traveling,
Should be out of this world,
My service is no longer required,
I regretfully acknowledge,
My time here is done.
Thank you,
Yours faithfully!
04/102016
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