A tall fellow strolled on a beach abroad
Along a cream-like sandy shore unflawed,
He tripped on a small shell
And fell with a sharp yell,
Lying on the ground while all his teeth gnawed.
A miracle defies the laws
designed by Him who nature caused.
So only One who can create
can cause His laws to deviate.
The God who spoke and it was done
is He who lived as God’s own Son.
Choosing to dwell in human form
The Divine and Human biform.
So, turning water into wine
was play for Him, who made the vine.
When he upon, the water walked,
the natural law, He simply blocked.
Multiplying five loaves of bread
with which He then, five thousand fed,
was just the common stock in trade
for Him who nature’s bounties made.
And when He made the blind to see
The lame to walk and leap with glee
He made the laws of nature yield
to Him who awesome power wield.
He, even from death, many raised
evoking from men, highest praise.
The works He did proved He was God
In human flesh but yet unflawed.
Dawn is a broad, unflawed painting
hanging on the loose threads of light,
hiding first behind wavering bulrushes on
the soft spikes of day
before spilling the good spell on us
of a new beginning.
The mask I wear, a crafted porcelain guise,
Hides uncharted depths behind these shadowed eyes.
You glimpse the surface—an actor’s polished play—
But the soul beneath? He walks a world astray.
These laughter lines, etched scripts of light and cheer,
Conceal the wars I've waged, the silent fear.
My casual stride, a dance of practiced ease,
Cloaks ancient burdens, whispered on the breeze.
The tales I weave—a tapestry ornate—
Thread vivid joys, yet darker truths await.
Each word I speak, wrapped firm in bold disguise,
Veils restless doubts, unvoiced beneath the skies.
I long to strip this mask and let you peer
Into the fractured core, the flaws sincere.
Yet fear of scorn—a binding, spectral chain—
Keeps truths submerged in quiet, unseen rain.
Perhaps one day, in courage, I’ll reveal
The man unmasked—the wounds that time won’t heal.
Expose the jagged pieces—light and night—
And hope you’ll see a soul, both fierce and slight.
Until that hour, this visage I’ll sustain,
A nameless shadow, hiding depth and pain.
But know, beyond this painted, bright façade,
Dwells more than meets the eye—a soul unflawed.
A scientist once took to the skies,
With aerospace dreams and questioning whys.
He'd listen intently, a thoughtful façade,
Then go his own way—decisions, unflawed.
"Don’t argue!" he'd say, with wisdom so spry,
Yet soon he'd be caught in a passionate reply.
Papers unwritten, his ideas took flight,
But work clipped his wings before he could write.
He painted once, under a teacher’s gaze,
Brushed fleeting moments, like love’s passing phase.
Hearts he would chase with romantic embrace,
But Cupid, it seemed, had a brisker pace.
He speaks of greatness, of lessons profound,
Then segues to laundry and chores all around.
A couch-bound dreamer with active intent,
Age is the anchor; his will's not spent.
An inspiration wrapped in quirks and delight,
A tale of ambition, humor, and light.
Through all of his whims, one truth is clear:
Life's vibrant spark shines in him, year to year.
She came from remote Albania to Calcutta all the way
as a young Catholic nun to permanently stay.
By chosen profession a passionate teacher unflawed,
destiny drove her to be a benign missionary of God.
Overcame ups and downs in pious path for herself she set,
besieged by the agony of the sick and the destitute she met,
the self-less soul heard the compassionate decree of divinity,
and home she brought them to the Missionaries of Charity.
Decades ago she made alone her singular humane journey,
absorbed in fountain of joy the tears of the indigent and needy.
For human service her kind heart did whatever it could surmise,
she received the Magsaysay and also the Nobel Peace Prize.
The benevolent soul got beatified and she was canonized,
caring universal mother entered the sanctum of sainthood sanctified,
for, to the world of the deprived she belonged divinely enticed,
and found a blessed place in the heart of Jesus Christ.
While the tree on Allen street stand tall
It suddenly remind me of you and the glory of god
Sadly when the seasons change the leaves may fall
But the tree still remain because the roots where unflawed
The truth is grandma
You are my heart
With no permission I climbed that tree branch by branch
That same tree created switches for my discipline
You are the soil that created generations ahead
You are the faith of a mustard seed I’m puzzled
Like the book in your hands
I understand god is in charge
So I pray like Joseph & Moses
My favorite story is Noah’s ark
We don’t notice as our tears flowing down the river
Flowers blossom and trees are growing bigger
We owe god redemption
Ms Connie Wallace is the definition
Of loving someone with no conditions
He put his hand on my butt, at my age
Maybe I should have mooned him full of rage
'Twould be nothing like the act, he'd set stage
The eclipsed moon awed, let me give applaud
Spiritual thing broad, now staring unflawed
The eclipse was beautiful that long night
Years ago, when Luna flower bloomed white
As observed from my small place near the bight
Sad state of affairs, when man touched backstairs
With Him pain she shares, looks at moon upstairs
Hand on my behind at my old, old age
Left me distressed and somewhat confused, awed
Years pass, I don't cry during the dark night
Time has healed; talking with the Man upstairs
From the ends of her hair to
The tips of her toes she is
Beautiful before my sight
Everything of her speaks of
Beautiful
It's something about the way
She moves Rhythm the very
Sight of her causes tears in
Every eye
Most magnificent Beautiful
Being no comparison can not
Be measured the Beautiful
Within starlit moon strokes
Astronomical not a mere
Human being but a Goddess
She is beautiful such as every
Rose blooming she is the calm
beautiful as Priceless gems like Emeralds
And rubies and precious
Diamonds unflawed connoisseur
Of beautiful Extraordinaire.
A soothing portrait stunning
Beautiful in all ways known to
Man perfect rose
Beautiful as the rising sun
Beautiful
Risky unflawed breathing flawed by your touch,
you hit like an endless electric shock;
I try to evade not hang on too much,
each exit I am met with a roadblock;
Feet in the air a game of double dutch
my pulse in my throat with all the sweet talk;
Suddenly I fall your hands land on me;
Smiling heart spills on the floor clumsily.
She opened her gifts on Christmas morn
Beneath the paper, a gift she’d scorn
Lacey Panties unflawed
She thought, "what a tightwad!"
Panties in a wad since they’d been worn!
A Funny Christmas or December Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
November 27, 2022
This year apart from celebration
Why not aim for eternal jubilation
A life with Christ after salvation
Make a resolve to read Bible every day
Understand what it wishes to convey
Practice same for joyous doomsday
Gracious Lord came down to earth
As of goodness there was dearth
Wanted to bestow all a life of mirth
Every line of Bible, it's preaching
A perfect way of life it is teaching
If followed gives bliss far-reaching
Don't just say happy birthday to God
Understand your actions that are flawed
Practice scriptures lead life unflawed
That's the best gift you can give to Him
Your suffering it will dim, joy will brim
Effortlessly through life you'll swim
Jesus, the Christ, meek and lowly, came to earth
representing truth, He proved that He is God.
Holy, Holy, Holy, heaven praised our Savior's birth.
The trip was long, Mary’s patience was unflawed.
“Fear not, I bring you joy," the angel kept pace;
God's words, God's actions, God's will we can applaud.
Bethlehem, City of David, was the place,
bold start to conquer evil forevermore.
By faith one day we will see Christ face to face.
In love a crown of thorns our Redeemer wore.
with grace He faced the cross, forgave our offense.
Though His was short, eternal life is in store.
Sacred hope is sure, He will return and hence
Jesus will reign, Lord of Lords, as God’s Crown Prince.
Mary Teresa from remote Albania all the way
came as a young girl to India to permanently stay.
By chosen profession a passionate teacher unflawed,
destiny drove her to become a benign missionary of God.
Home she brought the sick and the destitute,
who got new lives under her divine care absolute.
For human service her kind heart did whatever it could
as Mother Teresa before entering the sanctum of sainthood.
December 22, 2020
Contest : Clerihew
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
She is,
yes, she is beautiful.
Could I paint the picture then you’d see this is true,
Her face is like grace when she’s dancing with youth,
and a smile so stunning as to silence a room.
Skin alike cream, so white and so smooth.
With the beautiful unique of an arm kissed by rouge.
A porcelain masterpiece cannot help but be jealous,
when this feature unflawed is there most wanted wish.
Inset by two eyes bringing depth to the blessed,
like a storm cloud in summer complementing the rest.
It’s a green touched by smoke, some of my favorite things,
then to top it all off when she moves is to sing.
Could you see what I’m saying by these statements I have made,
then the world may be better.
Such a beautiful place.
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