Date: 04.08.2026
A tree once was I...
Let me tell you why
you'll remember me
till eternity...
I once was so strong
To this earth, belonged
Cherished and rooted
Old and reputed
Then came a day blue
I was cut in two
They clamped me harshly
Made me smooth, bark-free
I was at a loss
Turned into a Cross
He carried me slow
We became a show
Then Simon was called
Me, he slowly hauled
Up Golgotha Mount
A harsh, rough surmount
Jesus, Son of God
Behind me did plod
Me, planted again
But He bore all pain
Cross of Calvary
Christ was hung on me
I never did think
I'd have a God-link
This is my story
Used for God's glory
I'll be remembered
For I surrendered.
{This Week's Poetry Challenge: Tree's Perspective}
Busy and exhausted by our daily chores,
We take rest in each other's arms each night.
Though sometimes, rashly, we settle our scores,
Our shared bed makes our psychic burdens light.
Like a boat, we sail in this sea of ours;
Herein, we passionately conjugate.
We bathe in cool, collegial showers
And transcend the Hades of humdrum hate.
Our bed is our shrine wherein we are gods;
Here we balance between joy and sadness.
Here-from, we surmount maddening odds;
Cleaving all glooms, existence brings gladness.
Does this shared bed align our souls as one,
Or trap two strangers when the day is done?
A Monk With No God
Delta wave slumber, healing and pure.
Nothing the subconscious cannot cure.
All-in-all essence—creation’s force.
Impossible to name life’s true source.
Permeating worlds beyond count,
With grace, those cosmic numbers surmount.
Divine illumination within,
Consciousness eternal, without end.
“I think,” and thus prove that I exist—
Such an argument can be dismissed.
Unmeasured thought: no length, breadth, or weight.
Nothing to quantify or translate.
Cosmos expanding faster than light;
Humankind struggles with their own plight.
If nothing is greater than one’s mind,
How shall eternity be defined?
A monk with no god Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
9/22/2025
The goal is to score a goal
Go for goal and earn three points
The world stage football festival seems cold
Thou art giant among Aficans
Set the pace and surmount Mount Rwandan
The rest will bow down
Sturdy Will
On rocky grounds, a cactus sprouts
In midst of torrid sun and drought,
Shielded by thorns, it lifts its head,
With its blooms, it graces the land:
With sturdy will and silent strength,
In life, man can surmount hurdles.
There are no moments which we need to count,
because we dwell in the eternal now,
with no fears or desires left to surmount,
as bliss mists rise within, which we allow.
With vibrant emptiness as now the norm,
as we’re swathed in currents both cool and warm,
we are as we are, at peace and complete,
drenched in sublime bliss mists, feeling complete.
She has had her share of pain, the kind that turns life inside out
She has learned to survive on her own while inside, she wants to shout
She has passed through doubts and came out the other side
She has humbly rebuilt from places where people lied
She has felt broken while still caring for her friend,
who receives her support with a gratitude that will never end
For she shows with angelic action that she understands,
how to care, regardless of where her friend lands
Thank you my friend, in more ways than I can count
Never forget the many things, you helped me surmount!
Heidi Sands
5/13/25
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Choices
Miracle Man
5/3/2025
Our path in life is wrapped in choices,
and each choice made, we alone will own.
Many being influenced by others voices,
those we’ve made with little thought shown.
At times choices can become monumental,
other times our choices will seem absurd.
Appearing to another as being judgmental,
without rime or reason, far from God’s word.
Sometimes choices are attempts to surmount,
lets weigh the choices we’re faced with today.
For our choices today we will give an account,
if we’ve left God out and neglected to pray.
"Choose you this day whom ye will serve"
(Joshua 24:15) KJV
If wisdom could come from a joyless life
of a hundred years where love's never found
but hatred comes at the point of a knife,
then these lines offer hope with this poem's sound.
From dawn to dusk, life drifts—cold and resolved.
It is too grand and epic to give pause,
to care, for us: fate and being's too evolved!
The whys and wherefores, reasons for first cause
to know, escape us. We have only time:
time to find meaning in ourselves and God.
To surmount life and death takes lifetimes: rhyme,
or measure, fails to capture or to laud
how existence can be both cruel and kind;
like drought and rain, life starves or feeds the grass.
So, spend time with loved ones—seek friends and find
moments together to recall and pass.
Written: January 03, 2025
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In a world without walls, feelings run wild,
Their vision soars, such a curious child.
Unbound by meter or syllable count,
Words ballet freely, without a surmount.
Embracing nakedness in its pure form,
Expression flows, unafraid of the norm.
Yanked bare, in virginity embrace,
Binding belt of chastity finds no place.
In meadows, we sleep quiet and serene,
A pristine haven, free from squatter scenes.
No fighting for rights, with sonnet-built homes,
Just literature's embrace, where grace roams.
Departing from rite, followers claim note,
As castles rise, passion keeps hope afloat.
I know here and there I stand
to surmount a hurt of unknown
differences, if not something bad.
The devil may go anticlockwise
but, I how dear
how bold, I know I supposed.
Supposing I have to start
start from the past century
then, how many cups of tea or coffee
I should drink tonight?.
Or supposing this country of mine
I wished to change with another, another
how to endure and where.
Or supposing Africa and America
and Europe and Asia and Australia
are continents, how technocracy or aba?.
Like just brother the years to come
the wind a thing, the world
like em, em, em,..........
somewhat is something
which I felt is this sometimes wither
in life.
Grace still prevails...
toward planned mountain trekking
propelling faith to surmount slippery paths
conquering threats of slime pit-falls
that challenge pinnacle-ascent.
Blessings of rain showers cascade...
as heaven pours down crystal treasures
to answer rice terraces’ quest
and pleas of flower gardens for blossoms
as well as trees in orchards to bear fruits
toward harvests worthy of sharing along festive delight.
Thanksgiving pervades...
midst commencement exercises
while breeding goal-fulfillment
as triumph is anticipated
with vibrant and radiant hope
since what matters most
when Summer is gone
the Creator Lord reigns*
above every season!
*Revelation 19:6 And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.
July 19, 2024
1st place, "When summer is gone" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Jcb Brul; judged on 7/24/2024.
It is night's first light — evening
The world thinks through my mind
The echoes of a bittersweet day whisper
My ears twitch, my heart pricks
A pressed edge leans forward
Shouldering the offices of the earth
A desire to just surmount the hurdles
Like an infant falls yet learns to walk
The one weary of deferred hope
The other elated 'bout a filled cup
The one broken to a love unrequited, at least lost
The other happy, healed at finding love
Life's but a parody of exhilarations
A gnome ignited by fiery undergoings
The man, an eloquent stammerer
Profiting and lossing to antiquity
Love, life, life and love — there's no life or love without wins
Pa, ma, lad and lass — you have no family without wins
Works, rest, rest from works — there's no rest without wins
Wisdom, wits and will will wither — to live is to first die
“Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste.”
That first scented breath inhaled
as sweet as e'er I have smelled.
The first, the fine nonpareil,
only lasts till death expel.
Oh, that prime refreshing breath
leading to ultimate death.
I atone for sins unknown.
A mere babe, my courage flown.
A sip from the flowing Fount,
living a life to surmount.
With the angels as my guides,
a chaste life in me resides.
Basking under celestial rays
there we are…
mother and son
beyond hope-filled mirth
jubilantly surmount
imprisoning boundaries...
since special child
freely wheels himself
to optimize bonding delight
midst God’s boundless grace...
while I plunge into faith-flight
beholding his courage
wondrously liberating.
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