In the summer of a universe,
I am with the sun.
I yearn to break away.
I try.
A giant gravity holds me fast.
No matter how I try, I cannot reach a new domain.
I am trapped right here.
Armed with every treasure and matter known,
I make my leap for escape.
I succeeded.
And upon waking,
I found myself locked away forever,
Supplying blood to the beating heart of the sun.
As I stared into the mirror,
my tears reminded me of my beautiful heart.
That was swept away by the deep meaning
of love,
under the woman's sinful unearthed life.
No one came to rescue my thoughts that were on display
to a broken face,
while my heart burned from walking through the flames
when you left me with a sad goodbye.
If I deleted my existence with a single shot,
would that make the message so loud and clear?
My mind made up; the situation is critical.
My eyes began to close as I applied some pressure.
Click! I wonder beyond myself as to what happened.
To know your life was over, but the gun jammed
set my eyes to relax as they hit the floor,
laid there motionless; I really can't take no more.
But then a cold breeze flowed through my body
as I asked for help.
Then my guardian angel supplying me with help and wisdom.
The angel said, "BE AN ANGEL FOR THE KIDS OF TOMORROW INSTEAD OF BEING GONE FROM SORROW!"
The flames from my heart began to marinate with happiness
and I became.
Life breath growing.
Doves dawning song,
Zephyrs blowing.
Daisies blooming
Waiting yearlong.
Showers looming.
Turtles swimming.
Frogs croaking throng.
Creeks near brimming.
Lushness supplying.
Blessings belong.
Rich life implying.
My heart* is a secret orchard
welcoming the entrance of the divine Gardener
Whose tending grace cheers flowers of prayer delight
as He hears supplications that faith-filled white roses shout
along the plight of chrysanthemums and daisies for nourishment-radiance.
In my heart's garden thrive vines that strive to reach the top
vibrantly inviting sovereign sun-rays for illumination-triumph
with wise enlightenment for counsel against towering arrogance
while lingering in the warm presence of the Creator Who inspires
always checking selfish motives and directing victory toward His exaltation.
Opening my heart's blessed garden
is the perfect Tiller, supplying it constantly
with goodness-buds midst serenity blossoms
against attacking pests of dearth and weeds of fruitlessness
replenishing with blessing toward abundant harvests to share His love and kindness.
*Psalm 44:21 Shall not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart.
April 27, 2026
Edited on May 20, 2026
2nd place, "My heart is a secret garden" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 5/21/2026
“Is it better to speak or to die?”
What does speaking bring you,
No matter how hard you try to reply?
Behavior you attempt to justify,
Truth you struggle to clarify—
You only meet an apathetic look.
To them, your life’s a fairytale in a book.
Actions speak louder than words, they say,
But when the action is dying,
It’s no longer seen as trying.
Every elaboration you’re supplying
Leaves your restless mind frying,
Yet in their eyes, you’re just lazy,
And the point remains hazy.
With the clouded board,
How can the dart be thrown?
Thus, the stance stays the same,
No matter the shame you’ve known.
Speaking drops you to the ground,
And your corpse lingers all around.
Does it take two burnt minds to relate
Just to get a single point straight?
those who claim to understand
and then turn their back on where they stood
sending auxiliaries under the guise of liberation,
only after supplying the shackles of our own making
they chant of peace-making and lawfulness,
only to drown out the cries of the weary
introducing inconceivable fallacies as gospel into the minds of the masses
wielding ignorance sharpening it until it blooms into hatred
offering remedies to manufactured illnesses,
a corruption to the general mind
a mind that has long since merged into one
we stand in harmony, devoid of unity, tuning into the frequency of their desire
birthing thoughts of incest,
children of big big brother
marching blindly into a battlefield of the deaf
what we ignore may not be what we accept,
but what we condone
If not for my mother
I would have been in jail
She cool me down
Everytime them give me hate
She makes me eat
Even when I don't earn
Steadily supplying all I need.
The things
I lack
Are the things
I never asked from her
She's always giving
Unconditionally
Without seizing
She gives all she has for nothing.
None like a mother
Her love is genuine and tender
Staying with you in any weather
Always render
Support whenever you need her
Fighting your opposition without surrender.
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There once was a man who lived in the graves,
for many demons had made him their slaves.
But when Jesus he met
he would never forget
this complete stranger, willing to make waves.
When no longer the demons could torment
to a swine herd, they besought to be sent.
Jesus met their request;
human herd coalesced
all supplying their advice and dissent.
To steer clear of more demon disaster,
the man pleaded to make Jesus, Master.
"Go home," Jesus commends,
"with your neighbors be friends -
what I need now is a good newscaster."
July 17 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 16-18
Key Verse – Proverbs 16:3 Commit thy works unto the LORD, and thy thoughts shall be established.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ESTABLISHING US
Praise be to God for establishing us
while we commit our works unto Him:
Delighting in His Word of distinct worth
Desiring His wants by His driving warnings
Deciding by His wisdom against deceitful world
Doing His will along His dependable watchfulness
Declaring His ways midst His deliverance so wondrous
Proverbs 17:3 Praise be to the Lord for
trying our hearts midst our:
Sacrifices, strengthening our faith
Sorrows, settling us upon His fortress
Stresses, supplying us His serenity-fortitude
Sufferings, securing us though we can’t fathom
Supplications, supporting us by His faithfulness-fervency
Proverbs 18:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
His name that is a strong tower:
Preserving our purity
Protecting us with His peacefulness
Propelling our praise-poised participation
Propping our prayerfulness through His power
Perfecting our personhood against perversion-pain. Amen!
July 17, 2024
Perhaps the earliest lesson we absorb inside our mother’s womb as we’re waiting to be born…
is how there’s magic in the water keeping us secure and fed and warm.
It’s a lesson that continues from the moment of our birth:
How there is magic in the waters that flow across the Earth.
There is magic in the water that showers us from above
keeping everyone and everything alive…
for without the water from the rain we humans couldn’t survive.
There is magic where our tears of joy originate and our tears of sadness flow….
Magic in the water of our eyes…
Supplying us with tears…anytime we need to cry
There is magic in how each drop of water understand it’s value…it’s own worth
each knowing with time and patience…and when joined by other drops of water…
it can change the landscape of the Earth.
There is magic in how a misty rain, an ocean, a river or a stream
can soothe us when we’re troubled…and encourage us to dream.
So…if there’s magic in the water that surround us…
wouldn’t this also be true:
Since each of us is 60% water…
there must be magic in us…too.
My GOD is the self-existent “I AM*”
asserting “I am the Alpha and Omega
the beginning and the end.”
To me, He said:
“I am the Almighty God; walk before me.”
My GOD declares “I am the way, the truth, and the life”
emphasizing “I am the resurrection”
Who grants secured salvation
as well as deliverance from iniquity's penalty.
My GOD testifies,
“I am the light”
and He keeps on illumining
guiding, directing me with His truth.
My GOD provides continually
since He announced,
“I am the bread of life”
supplying and sustaining me.
My GOD surely is my everything
for without HIM, I am nothing indeed
as His presence reverberates to me:
"I am the good shepherd."
*Exodus 3:14 And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM...
John 8:58 Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Before Abraham was, I am.
February 21, 2024
Edited on April 16, 2025
Writing a poem keeps me grounded;
It’s what I accomplish each day.
With stimuli I am surrounded,
Providing so much I can say.
Responding to Nature’s inspiring
As well as the news that that I read,
For what in the world is transpiring
Often gives me the push that I need.
My family and friends keep me going,
The grandkids a source of delight,
Supplying me, as they are growing,
With endless incentives to write.
But mostly, my poems are revealing
Of sentiments trapped in my brain,
Which, written in rhyme, tap each feeling
I otherwise couldn’t explain.
I have always been blue collar
Working hard to make a dollar
And support my family
With the generosity
In my heart that lets me give
Everything they need to live
Sometimes I will go without
To give them things, there is no doubt
They are first and don't come last
While they're growing really fast
I'd like for them to know
I will always try to show
How much they mean in my heart
Letting them see from the start
There is not one day or night
Darkness will steal the light
That I have down deep inside
For such special joy and pride
That has blessed my life and soul
My biggest and only goal
Is making sure they understand
There will always be a hand
To grip them from any sadness
In this world that's full of madness
Hugs and love they will receive
I'll do my best so they believe
My heart will always be open
As my voice is softly spoken
Never raising it at all
I will catch them when they fall
In my arms they'll always stay
Even when they're far away
The memories I've been supplying
Will never fade or start dying
In their thoughts, when they think back
Of how my love would never slack
Two pairs of opposite angles are formed
When two lines intersect
This principle must be understood by
Those who think they are the ‘elect’
We all have a ‘defect’ so all glory to the Lord as
We see the geometry of the Gospel
Since we all require blood
Equality is easily destroyed
Peter equals Paul
Male equals female
Please do not fail to see this in Christ Jesus
Christ is the vertex of the Gospel
He is our centre amongst the brethren!
Our geometry in Christ is glorious,
Simplicity joins us as we remain
Supplementary to each other by
Supplying Christ as the vertex of the Gospel
Moses equals Miriam
Female equals male
Do not fail to see this in Christ Jesus,
Two pairs of opposite angles are formed
When two lines intersect
Thus, let us not esteem ourselves above others...
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
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