When setting out to write this verse
I came under the abominable 'ho-hum' curse
of the unfathomable dreaded writer's block
as the muse of opportunity refused to knock
completely void the brain pulled a blank
running on fumes with an empty tank
and of inspiration there was none
in the hot seat I was under the gun
in my mind's eye and at my fingertips
strange to say words could not pass my lips
altho' I can go one better I know
a short poem from me today would be... 'Po'
Kiss me as you’d kiss a baby,
softly to show your love.
Touch me gently,
as you would someone hurt and afraid.
Hug me and hold me tightly,
that I might feel secure and protected.
Smile at me and laugh with me,
so I can see your joy and inner peace.
These are the things that sooth my soul,
inviting me to join you in a loving relationship.
These are the traits that will open my heart,
allowing love to flow freely.
Agree with me that we each have the right to be authentic,
and we’ll be free to be the best we can be.
Now two shall be one as passion is unshackled,
we shall frolic in unfathomable love.
For who among us would shout:
… “KILL THE CHILDREN”?
Poem posted on 4 July 2023
Whatever Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards
The Unfathomable Depth, whatever
What man has learnt since foregone days
The lunar orb has shed its mystery
Unworthy am I, yet God loves me well
His compassions fail not; that I can tell
Enabling me to place my trust in Christ*
Fortress of my soul; in Him, I’m sufficed.
Undeserving, but I’m endowed with grace
Made possible by the Lord’s mercy-brace
Offering to me His fellowship sweet
Marked by pardon of wondrous kindness’ treat.
Unchained from sin-bondage of woeful pain
Granted by the Saviour along faith-gain
Freeing me from damnation caused by guilt
And ushered to blessed hope truth has built.
Unfailing Word of Almighty prevails
Since His great omnipotence never fails
Assuring me eternal life as gift
While ensuring transformation uplift.
Unfathomable is goodness divine
So wondrously awesome is the design
Letting me thank the Creator with bliss
Serving Him through others I should not miss.
“And the grace of our Lord was exceeding abundant with faith and love which is in Christ Jesus.” 1Timothy 1:14 of the King James Bible
November 9, 2022
2nd place, "Writing Challenge - Unburden a 'U' Word-" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 11/12/2022.
The sky is bluer than my true love’s eyes
Deeper than the ocean’s mysteries --
Blotting out the stars that twinkle at night,
Fuels all my most elaborate fantasies.
What lies within the unfathomable space?
Could it be interminable infinities? --
Perhaps, lying beyond eons of darkness
The abode of my imagined divinities.
Ah, the depths of my true love’s thoughts
If I had millions of years to fondly explore
And could know the hidden truths therein,
I should not be satisfied, only wanting more.
written March 5, 2022
F R E E D O M
finite minds cannot fathom
flows through faith
fearlessly, yet jubilantly following
footsteps of the Lord, omnipotent truth-Fortress
Foundation anchoring liberty-frame
fostering compassionate living against falsehood’s flattery…
Fruitful in fidelity’s furtherance
flawless freedom’s fullness
fixed and offered by heavenly Father
fuels forgiveness
facilitates reconciliation with foes
fastens families and friends
forbearing one another in fellowship feasting…
Flourishing in God’s favour
faultless freedom
forsakes feigning foolishness
framed upon feebleness
forgets frustration-falls
forbids anxious fretting
fenced inside love’s fulfillment…
Fervently facing fleshly filthiness by divine force
freed soul from hell’s fury flames
fixes flight with spiritual fortitude
fighting failures as triumphant servant-finisher~~~
first thanking Christ’s sacrifice, excellently foremost
furnishing assured eternal freedom
finally to reign midst peace, joy, charity… forever.
"Come lovely and soothing death, undulate round the world,
serenely arriving, arriving. In the day, in the night, to all,
to each, sooner or later, delicate death."
_Walt Whitman
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On gossamer wings my life floats into my mind,
cloudy shadows vague, puzzling and perplexing;
it seems my life has been more like opaque chapters,
sometimes the darkness, is fogbound and murky.
Yet, some unfathomable reverie brings me sweetness,
clouded in dimness, blurred and hazy and beautiful;
I linger in my reverie, in the mystifying mist of time,
and when it clears, I am left weeping with the love.
My life from birth to death is a book closing forever,
and my reverie will soon be opaque on the pages;
not penetrating the light again and non transmitting,
for I will be gone and all that I was will be obscure.
_____________________________
November 24, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Unfathomable Reverie
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1201-863-02
All Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance La France
What does it mean when the unfathomable rules?
How will you scheme when there are no clues?
Yet inside you flows a stream that runs so true.
Could it be that dreams have answers for you?
an unfathomable
situation that
the heart finds
hard to comprehend
finds it hard to believe
doesn't want to accept
as the truth
fighting against
the immeasurable
unbounded facts that
would make it true
not allowing the self
to see what is right in
front of it's mind's eye
Unfathomable
(political allegory haiku)
By Franklin Price
7/23/2015
Unfathomable
Fishes feeding foolishly
Finding filling hooks
If Grace is an ocean
And we're all sinking
How unfathomable
Is that amazing grace.
As the sun makes its descent down the ocean line,
The sky turns peach,
And the sweetness of your smell makes me flutter towards you like a bee,
As I drift among the white sand,
The ocean waves reach for you,
And try to take you away,
The crustaceans shine their best for you,
And the sea stars light your ground,
As the stars begin to sparkle in the sky,
An unfathomable beauty unfolds,
And all I can offer you is a place beneath my wing.
After lifting the fingerprints of bloodbath
a bushfire starts, engulfing contradictions,
the gulf between erosion of truth and
survivors appears widening. Tiny ants smell
blood, exfoliation begins, from
nameless earth for the exodus of barefoot,
the epic of tragedy, something in the debris is left
for acetic reminder, a death reunion.
The pain starts the saddest saga of human
suffering, a salt lake melting in each eye and then in
every courtroom the defence for the crimes, bail -
out by the buried dark sniffing of fecundity.
The night wraps me, the land of my birth
haunts in its greenness, the wounded sea bids
refugees to hostile shores, a cracked sun
welcomes the lost umbical cords.
SATISH VERMA
Into the heart of the abyss I drown my thoughts.
Into the fog and cold they wander aimlessly,
lurking into the vastness of unfathomable depths.
I see the intensity of your pain
wrought from the deeds of men like me
hounded by sin, covered in shame.
I see you suffer immensely
not by the lashings that rip off your flesh
But by my faults that pain you greatly.
I see you stumble bearing that wooden beam
the wrongs of men weigh heavily upon you
as you struggle up to fulfill the fate you’ve seen
Trudging slowly, painstaking step after step
driven by the heartbeat of men,
their chorus of lies, the troubles they beget
I see you shudder as jagged nails pierce your hands
the way we thrust a sword into another man’s heart
with rage and hate as they fall where they stand
Upon your cross you chose to forgive me
even in the face of death, you still cared
You truly love me, unconditionally.
My soul I lift unto the light of a dove
Into forgiveness and peace I am sheltered
Saved by the vast and unfathomable depths of your love.
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