Alone
Hungry and Thirty
Loss
Surrounded by trees and swamp
One could be animal food
As darkness falls into the night
Bearings unknown
One can lose their mind
Trance of thought to nowhere
Movement pause
Frightened
Heart pounds
Environment nature sounds
Never ending
Wonder
How, When, and If
Unsearchable
Perhaps even untraceable
How long able?
Wilderness binge
Over and out
Categories:
unsearchable, adventure, conflict, courage, deep,
Form: Free verse
THE MOON’S SECRET DIARY
I am intrigued by them,
the ones who call me the moon.
Who are they?
the inhabitants of my imaginative world?
or am I a part of theirs?
some eccentric children of the cosmos?
I watch the earth all the time,
she, the calm creature that sustains
the whimsical objects,
they, who are searching for the unsearchable.
they, who have never existed in harmony.
I find them amusing,
the ones who are unaware of their insignificance.
they, who do nothing but run behind the truth,
little do they know that they are an unwoven lie.
I remember what I said, are they
some eccentric children of the cosmos?
I asked the universe to be my valentine,
and we met in a blackhole for a tryst.
Are they your children? I asked
“No, they are my siblings.” she confessed.
Categories:
unsearchable, deep, moon, philosophy, science
Form: Free verse
Years of triumph bliss
blest months midst functional weeks
optimized days wrought…
Grand events highlight faith-accomplishments
never deny sweet and painful moments
blended with loving zest
mixed well through gracious test
bringing out victorious fulfillments.
God be praised* and thanked for glorious life-building anniversaries.
*Psalm 145:3 Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.
February 7, 2022
2nd place, "Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku" Haiku-Limerick-Monoku Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 3/11/2022.
Categories:
unsearchable, anniversary, appreciation, blessing, cheer
Form: Dramatic Verse
God is good and He reigns in His greatness
Ever-loving indeed, granting life eternal
Entrusting to me blessings everyday…
Reviving my spirit as His redeemed
Offering blissful service opportunities
Strengthening me with joyous salvation
Earnestly, I cleave to Him; faith exercising…
Victory assured while doubts are vanquished
Instilling in my heart transformation impact
Leading me to His might where I do lean
Listening to my prayer; from Him, learning
Affirming His truths and mercy --- amazing
Restoring my soul by His Scriptures, so right
Optimizing for me stewardship obedience
Satisfying my all with His best sufficiency
Always attending to me with divine affection.
*Psalm 145:3 Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.
Dear Ma’am Gee Rose,
God be thanked and praised for your life.
A very blessed birthday to you. Thanks for being a blessing.
May 31, 2021
Categories:
unsearchable, birthday, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Acrostic
There comes a time when a tale has to be told
As the movement of things not seen
Do not make the same mistake again
As the thoughts are being executed
Use the time wisely
Search the unsearchable
Conquer the impossible
Reach the unreachable
Limit the unlimited
Produce what is not expectable
There comes a time when a dream comes true
As the disbelief shows on their faces
Do not explain yourself
As the love is being received
Use the blessings for a cause
Categories:
unsearchable, adventure, africa, appreciation, change,
Form: Free verse
It was a new routine , one she never tried before
All from what she had seen In looking for more
She had lost her zest and seemed to be burning out
But this was a test where they needn’t be any doubt
She woke up early on Sunday and began to get ready
Hearing what others would say, this she had to see
The church began to fill as she sat in the back
Reflecting upon her will, how every part seemed to lack
More people would arrive then they turned on the lights
Her heart began to thrive at all the beautiful sights
Soon everyone would sing as the priest walked about
The joy this would bring in beginning to end this doubt
But what the priest had said in his sermon that day
Just stuck in her head and would not go away
As she laid there that night thinking about his story
Oh how life is so finite compared to God’s Eternal Glory
Isaiah 40:28
Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable
Categories:
unsearchable, christian, gospel,
Form: Rhyme
You’re great with omnipotent might
Wondrously perfect of no blight
Creator marked by victory…
You be praised*, our God of glory!
Compassionate, indeed gracious
Offering love --- very precious
Saviour Christ of Gospel story…
You be praised, our God of glory!
Goodness You grant, so abundant
Eternal life's bliss, triumphant
Redeemer from hell-wrath’s fury…
You be praised, our God of glory!
Merciful, granting forgiveness
Your pardon champions kindness
Freeing souls from guilt’s misery…
You be praised, our God of glory!
Holy, blazing with righteous zeal
Attesting immaculate seal
Hope's glowing peace at Calvary…
You be praised, our God of glory!
Generous Who always blesses
Rich provider despite crises
Supplier of heaven’s dowry...
You be praised, our God of glory!
Sought with blissful hearts' gratitude
Braced by service-faith's fortitude
Midst worship, divinely merry...
You be praised, our God of glory!
*Psalm 145:3 Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.
December 2, 2019
2nd place, "IN PRAISE OF GOD" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 1/18/2020.
Categories:
unsearchable, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Kyrielle
I beg, Lord, for Your wisdom* for effective spirituality
So as to walk with You everyday with perseverance
Fortified to overcome faith-tests by Your assurance
Assertively expressing Your supreme sovereignty.
I pray, Lord, for Your wisdom in my servant-heart attitude
As I worship You with my whole heart
Illumined to cleave to Your grace midst doubt’s dart
Sincerely yielding to You with joyous gratitude.
*Romans 11:33 O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out!
June 6, 2019
Categories:
unsearchable, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Held my attention to make it work against rust
Reminding me “I am whom your mother did trust…
To clothe you well from harm of sun, wind and gust.”
Oh, I’m sorry to forget Mom’s tool so great
In crafting masterpiece of excellent rate
That showed her love, care and nurture – never late
While testifying about God midst bad fate.
“The war years seemed like only yesterday…
Great is the Lord* for prevailing in His way
He’s in control and in Him, there’s no delay
Let’s believe Him always.” Good words she would say.
From that wondrous memory emerged hope’s mark
To wake up with faith’s light and courage-spark
So I lay joyous in the Lord’s peace-bulwark
While candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.
*Psalm 145:3 Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.
April 14, 2018
6th place, "One Nine and Sixteen" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley; judged on 5/2/2018.
Featured among Poems of the Week from March 19-25, 2023.
Categories:
unsearchable, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form: Rhyme
SONNET XV
I’LL HOLD ON
There’s been times I,
Had Perfect understanding of,
What exactly around me assails. And;
There’s been Many Times like now, that
The Question of What’s going on, and
What exactly’s next to be done,
Has me practically Lost and Pondering.
But You seated above,
You’re The Master Weaver,
You’re My Master Teacher
You established the Earth; unsearchable.
In all this, You said You’re in Control.
Well, I’ll Still Trust Your Judgements Lord,
I’ll Hold On.
@JANUARY 2017/ ©M.H.O.G Unveiled
Categories:
unsearchable, analogy, anxiety, bible, emotions,
Form: Sonnet
King of kings, He is on the throne,
Lord of lords, He rules the earth,
Mighty God, comparable to none,
Never-ending One, who can measure His worth?
Only Potentate, He is true and just,
Perfect, He is the Ancient of days,
Quenches the soul when on Him we trust,
Righteous, inscrutable are all His ways.
Shepherd and Bishop, our souls does He keep,
To Him be all glory forever and ever,
Unsearchable are His judgments so deep,
Victorious, He will reign as King forever.
Who is there like unto our God?
X-raying us, every thought He has read
Yesterday, today and forever, He is Lord,
Zealous to perform all that He has said.
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8.9.16
Categories:
unsearchable, bible, faith, god, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
This compliment to this glory
Confetti! Confetti ! Confetti !
The prime of adulation
The resume of a new epoch
Sentiment of joy, prime of hope.
To this reality betrothed itself to humanity
Confetti ! Confetti! Confetti !
Of this terrible happiness
Lies the unsearchable destruction
That begets divorce;
A testimony against this perfect adulation
The numbing joy,
The hope entrusted,
Over the fame proclaimed
The world of peace pieced with hate
The happy songs from the altar of harmony by the priest
Altered by this untamed human glory and quest
Confetti, the pride of a lady
Confetti, her vision affirmed
Confetti, she is in charge of the hour
Confetti, her mates adore her with
And the uproar that matches the glorious ceremony
Beclouds and bedevils its climax
Categories:
unsearchable, divorce, lost love,
Form: Free verse
In fields of golden crisp wheat I run.
I go there each and every morning to draw closer to my Lord.
To feel the husks ever so soft rubbing up against my skin I run.
Gleefully I run as a happy young colt set free from her stable.
Galloping through hundreds of rows of silken wheat.
And I spin around in circles and look up to the majestic blue skies too.
Everything around me is your essence.
The skies reflect your warm eyes.
The rows of golden wheat represent your heart.
Wheat is the mainstay of your smile.
Tender and sweet.
Ever so inviting.
Light and refreshing.
Without your smile my day would not be complete.
Running through golden fields of wheat.
gwendolen rix
1-29-15
Psalm 145:2-4
2 Every day I will bless You, And I will praise Your name forever and ever. 3 Great is the LORD, and highly to be praised, And His greatness is unsearchable. 4 One generation shall praise Your works to another, And shall declare Your mighty acts.
Categories:
unsearchable, adventure, beautiful, best friend,
Form: Free verse
There is nothing worse than love except unloved.
It's unclear why I have been moved from desirable to undesirable.
An unaccountable situation not uncommon in the relationship world.
The issue that one has become uncommitted is undeniably
ungracious and unsuitable.
The fact that my possession of an individuals undivided attention
that has been replaced with uninterested and unclaimed
makes me uncertain of the existence of the love she claimed.
Am I to understand that she became uncomfortable and unconsolable?
I underestimated unbreakable. Undermining the unwilling unknowing that
the price would be the ultimate. Where was I unrelenting in my cruelty?
I find it unsearchable to see what went unchecked or what parts I left unrequited.
I'll just have to let her go so that she will be unburdened.
Better that than her being unfaithful.
Categories:
unsearchable, betrayal,
Form: Blank verse
Why?! Sometimes I ask why. I mean why?
Does the good die young, I mean why?
Does the world make it so hard for single mothers to feed their kids but have enough
money for inmates, I mean why?
Do we constanlty see history repeat itself when we have already learned it, I mean why?
Do we fear and cant trust the police, I mean why?
Do we attack and hurt the people that love us but love the people that attack and hurt us, I mean why?
Do we have a generation that believes love is unsearchable. Where hate is leaned on more. Where happienes is rare.
And where lust is a no brainer, I mean why?
Do kids know every song lyric, but doesnt know a bible scripture besides the one tatted on their arms, I mean why?
Do I have people in my life that are their for no reason, I mean why?
Do I have a pinch of believers but a handful of doubters, I mean why?
Did I have so much pain growing up, I mean why?
Do now I have enemies that use to be my friends, I mean why?!
Do things never go my way in my life, I mean why?
But Gods plans are unsearchable. So he only knows, Why.
Categories:
unsearchable, anger, community, god, jesus,
Form: Alliteration
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