Balancing life is an impossible
Goal, she says, it’s far fetched at best!
She says life follows not the easy path
Leading to golden fields and meadows
Filled with colorful flowers and riches
Found at the end of a rainbow
Or an enchanted fairytale ball.
Life is discovering Prince Charming
Is not a saint, but he does love you
To the uttermost ends of the earth!
Hunger
Not even a crumb in the bread bin
No trace of nice icing in the cake tin.
I looked in the larder
Dark, so I looked harder
Its shelves bare and empty no trace,
Its previous good food had left stains.
So where do I go to find something
My appetite crying to eat?
I could go in the garden and sit on its seat
And hopefully somehow some fragment
Of nourishment somewhere would fall.
A crow could fly over
With food for its young ones
And carelessly drop me a crust.
I’m glad my Redeemer
Never lets me go starving
Never lets me dry up in my soul.
It’s true that he sometimes sends feelings
That make me feel needy and thirsty
But always He’s waiting to give.
He knows my deep need
He knows how to feed
And somehow he’ll work in my soul.
Somehow he’ll make me feel hungry for Him
And prove to me there in my uttermost strife
That He, precious Jesus, my Jesus,
For me is the Bread of Life.
He lived on this earth for a time and a half
Playing a tune to the old man’s laugh
—Shadows of the Valley; Janick Gers, Stephen Percy Harris
Not His Son
The flute floated in the empty space
He’d gladly have followed the piper
Red lights of dischord in sentiment face
In corner mocks the chatterbox viper
To be spoon fed kindness for a time
The old man thought that but a waste
He paid me instead time and a half…I’m
on a bender, long cast, no longer chaste
The IT of a clown from the grave rises
He whips me with his uttermost laugh
A fearful rainstorm he always despises
Surviving my loathsome birth like chaff
The lip-tremble of melody craved abduction
An abominable shadow from dirt’s abyss
For this host could be only a demon’s seduction
The only arms that held me tight he’d dismiss
The door like a drum opened up righteousness
The climax of throwdown with cuffs and chains
In my enemies presence I dine with timelessness
I claim a different Father - in heaven he reigns
From East to West
let my servant's trumpet
announce this victory
over those who defied me;
no Greek dares to fight me:
I am their uttermost deity!
They named me Zeus
and look to me for guidance,
I carry the thunderbolt
and I strike all enemies with vengeance;
they fell by the dozen
in the battlefield below Athens,
the ones who survived will challenge me again:
a huge temple can be destroyed and be rebuilt
in a year or less, not a life of a warrior
whose voice can be silenced by a spear!
On the Mount of Olympus
I'm watchful of conspirers,
I've sent Ulysess on a journey
he will land on the peninsula of Italy,
it's his second home more prosperous
than Greece, there Greeks will colonize
and build temples to deities in valleys
to withstand weather and time!
They named me Zeus
and I ride the golden chariot,
Greek women bow down,
Greek men shout and fight;
I instill in them valor and grit,
and they'll persevere in their quest:
win or die, victory or loss
are carried inside until they have won!
Acts 1:8 But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.
God sent a Holy Fire – His Spirit, always higher
On the winds of love and faith,
His unending grace…
God sent His Holy Fire – His Spirit I so admire
On the winds of peace and praise,
His amazing grace…
God sent this Holy Fire – His Spirit to the choir
On the winds of angel’s breath,
His whisper of grace…
God’s love in a fire… His Holy Spirit, life’s supplier
On the winds of peace and love,
Sent from heaven above!
Tell me why my first instinct is to reminisce,
To stare at photos filled with memories of bliss.
Each scroll weighs heavy, burdened by truth,
Moments captured, now lost in youth.
I wonder where I fell short?
I thought you liked the way I tasted,
The way I called out your name?
You said my smile was your uttermost favorite,
So I tried to be the happiest girl I could be.
It’s a shame how long this love story lasted,
Because I thought you were going to be my forever home,
Echoes of affection, now seemingly alone.
I was once treasured, but now I’m merely a choice,
A name to summon when bored, just a lost voice.
A love unreturned, a heart in pain,
I’m just a girl with love so true,
I don’t understand…?
why doesn't that seem enough for you?
cabernet and dragonflies -
red and green fireworks
flitting about tall trunks;
the woods is dark. patio lit
with tea lights, amber and ebony.
pink-crèpe jellyfish, in uttermost twilight,
suspended from jumbo umbrella.
breadsticks, like twigs, snap; several
copious charcuteries.
flickering fate, speed of light
of wedding tale, ancestry
of one hundred years
will sail by in a nod,
but this eve is once upon a time,
merely the engagement.
In the stillness
of the lonely night
a melody of sorrow
is haunting me.
Your cruel words
become the weight
of my tears
leaving a trail
of heartache
etched into the stone
of my soul.
Let my wounded sigh
reverberate
to the uttermost ends
of the universe.
Let it echo back
to me
with the melody
of healing.
The chain of death,
Is growing, link by link, with each passing moment
As the souls of the departed in Turkey and Syria
Rush upwards to the heavens
In search of peace and tranquility
After the abominable experience
Of being buried alive for days
Under the rubble of hypocrisy, and indifference
Of those who constructed unfit housing, just for profit,
But
At the same time, the souls exalt all rescuers who came to help,
From so many countries,
Risking, on many occasions, their own lives to save the victims of
The 7.8 earthquakes on the Richter scale,
Proving that it is not only Love that unites the peoples
Of the world, but also, uttermost pain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 February 2023
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The powerful earthquakes of 7.8 on the Richter scale that shook Turkey and Syria on Monday have caused the death of more than 22,000 people up to now. There is fear that the number of victims will double or even triple when the final count takes place. Let us pray, and do whatever we can to help those left behind: The injured, the homeless, and the hungry. Blessings.
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No one knows of the great plans I have for you, spoken by our great creator.
When living in the spirit, your wildest dreams will come true much sooner than later.
The virtue of patients is fleeting in a world of must-haves now.
Windfall fortunes are prayed for yet it is like getting the milk before the cow.
Our fight is not against flesh and blood but against principalities.
Putting on the full armor of God is by far the best investment for securities.
The weapons we fight with are not fashioned from this earth.
On the contrary, they are divine weapons to demolish strongholds ordained to us from birth.
It is good to testify to the gospel of God’s grace.
His wisdom is boundless so after his righteousness I do chase.
Unto the uttermost parts of the earth, I do write,
Until my Father calls me to that long good night.
Heart is heavy; tears brim-fill, like flood in a dam,
How could I hold you, though you've been my pure-lamb?
The world is a wheel; somewhere surely, we will meet,
May marvelous memories through your way, be sweet...!
These sky and clouds and landscapes, do terribly taunt,
Your absence betwixt blooms and trees, like wired ghosts, haunt;
The cliff on which you stood to gaze the universe,
Recite to me volumes of your poetic verse...!
Stars will now look for you in uttermost sorrow,
To steal a glance of your charm where will now moon go?
You walked and ran, with me in the race of life,
You had, ever, been my beauteous precious wife...!
Farewell most dearly darling, till we meet again.
Tough cruel is death, what by grabbing you, will gain?
My heart and mind, tough, in an agonizing pain,
Will the love and life we shared ever go in vain...?
11 July 2022
FAREWELL theme rhyming contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lisa YY
I am still shocked by your sudden death
I'm still sobbing by your abrupt departure
I still pine for you, dear. I'm still out of breath
Every time I think of your unique behavior.
You were different, sexy, exquisite and sassy
You were very special to me day and evening
You were difficile, tough, caring and demanding
Holy God! What a combination for such a lady.
My heart is still beating profusely for your smile
I am still yearning for the images and the style
You left in my pneuma, my memory and my mind.
I am discombobulated how nature can be so unkind
I still yen and yawn for you. I am now very unhappy
I'm extremely sad, because you left so unexpectedly.
Copyright © May 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
My soul grasps how to reap life's unique goal.
Style ushered as an epic quest, a stroll
I'm fraught with findings to an ad-hoc probe
Throughout the time frame of our respite roll.
I was spurned by a hodgepodge of light strobe
By then, I knew what direction to throb
A diaphanous shed haunts our capture
In bearing, there is a celestial globe.
It's a matchless range gain from the ledger
Spite the spirit's sharpness, body's rapture
Chiefly have bestowing way, their insight
Dreamer's best stance is his decoy nature
Upon abyss veiled in sheer azure bright
Kernels had been seared by a dreadful blight
The stubborn mindset that stifles their voice
Tethered a faint guide in the shrouded night
Before drowning, our uttermost darkness
Beset by datum, view, knack, and strictness
Our heart's need, masked by a snarling ego
Bold eye buried by a slight abhorrence.
Written: January 19, 2022
Earth Life Purpose poetry contest
Unseeking Seeker
utopia and bliss_
unadorned, natural,
uttermost last journey,
unfathomable peace ...
undulating green, and
ultramarine seas flow_
"unbroken is my faith"
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April 30, 2021
Poetry/Pleiades Verse/unquestionable
Copyright Protected, ID 04- 1350-596-30
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Pleiades U
sponsor, Kim Merryman, Judged 05/03/2021
Third Place
Almost before her lips wanted to speak,
she turned those glittering eyes to smiling unique.
As in some fair heaven all this sequences dwelt,
fragrance of innocence and no words just felt.
When uttermost desires are wrought in stirring blood,
speculations of new strange tears are now understood.
Scare new ponder if for pleasure or for pain,
other worlds discovered by thoughts in vain.
In this timeless land of dwelling bliss,
the heart in search from mental loneliness.
Casting arms in save contented care,
to think that one cannot die anyway.
Shivers resolving in this longing chill,
embracing extensions of conquering still.
Falling into that dark presumed longing,
raising the soul to its belonging.
Let that sphere become my deed,
and your love becomes my Creed.
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