That For Which She’d Yearned
She’d married young, then realized the fact
her spouse was not the type of man to act
with thoughtfulness toward her, and sometimes he
would lose his temper, but unflaggingly
she held her tongue and kept an even keel.
Oblivious to how he made her feel,
her husband threw abusive words. The wife
was one who could forgive despite this strife.
She daily prayed to God her husband’s soul
would soften and her marriage be made whole.
Faith and compassion she had plenty of,
and so the wife gave all she could of love.
She could have held resentment for his ways.
Instead she was forgiving all her days.
In time, the woman saw change take effect!
Her spouse was showing HER love and respect.
He opened up! Surprisingly, this spouse
now brings her gifts and helps her with the house!
Her constant kindness, love, and faith has turned
her marriage into that for which she’d yearned!
Nov, 4, 2017
For The Healing Power of Love Poetry Contest of Line Gauthier
Categories:
unflaggingly, forgiveness, marriage,
Form: Rhyme
About the time August loses ardor, he melts into Autumn; she awakens!
Unabashed is she, this uncommon goddess, unfolding herself for all to see.
Thrilling to wind’s tempting tempo, she flutters, touching the twilight tangerine.
Unflaggingly, she undulates radiance through trees before their final undressing.
Moved by a mysterious melody, she meanders in meadows and in mists.
Nuances of feelings may come to those who hear melancholy notes.
Filling with fall fever, she fuses sky with terrain, flashing flames of persimmon.
Infatuated with her own imagination, she has ignited the world in iridescence.
Red, russet, and gold enrich our world; we behold her ravishing array of artistry.
Exquisite is her passion as she enraptures us. Everlastingly may she reign!
11/20/2016
For the 'COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(37) any theme any form' Poetry Contest
Categories:
unflaggingly, autumn,
Form: Acrostic
Behold the wretched bird of joy and youth
Whose song was stolen by the winter night!
It wails with an undying thirst for truth
And barren valleys drape its lonely flight.
Soar high to fair felicity, dear friend!
Who else on earth can turn man’s heart to joy,
And his gray passions with bright colors blend?
Return to sing of how life’s bitter ploy
Has chained him down, and cleverly undone
His brightest dreams, the fabric etched in gold
Which you—and you alone—have nimbly spun!
Return to sing of how his dreams were sold!
Upon the ruined temple’s steps I sit
And think of your light trills, now gone for long.
Unflaggingly I wait, my watcher’s candle lit,
To hear your graceful voice and blissful song.
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Categories:
unflaggingly, bird, dream, happiness, mythology,
Form: Rhyme
Age, the withering rock that quickly falls
to the gaping hole in the earth, the hardest place,
that traps a life and snuffs it swiftly out
in the confines of enclosing, shrinking space.
Yet her spirit evades the cruel, captive stone
with a vital dancer's step and certain course,
her animate eyes effuse the timeless strength
drawn from some inner well, a brighter source.
With caring beat of heart and saintly brow,
divine of every thought and kindly deed,
brandishing the fierce torch of endless love,
administering to every want and need.
The land she walks unflaggingly upon
respects her stalwart footfall's gentle sound
and needs her life as much as we all do:
sweet rain upon the thirsting, parching ground.
Categories:
unflaggingly, life, nostalgia, time, life,
Form: Verse