Walking down a lane, strewn with withered leaves,
I watch as they twirl and pirouette in Autumn's chill wind
leading them in a rhythmic dance that it skillfully weaves
as they plummet, leaving branches naked and chagrinned.
There's a true spark of vigor in the breeze of Autumn's call.
One I am quite happy to answer in poetic verses composed
about a family trip to the pumpkin patch, amid hues of Fall
when Nature's boldest color palette is so vibrantly exposed.
It's time for gathering together, and offer words of thanks
for the bountiful food and the beauty of a harvest moon,
and children Trick-or-Treating; scary Halloween pranks.
There's a crispness in the air and firewood to be hewn.
I get so excited when my favorite season approaches
and foliage gloriously blazes in shades of rust and gold.
Too quickly the coldest season of the year encroaches.
I'm not enamored by Winter when shivering with cold.
From this lane, I watch geese flying to a warmer clime,
their vee formation clear to see as to the South they go.
But before Winter takes command there's enough time
to enjoy these golden days of Fall, before the first snow.
Since hibiscus is Rose of Sharon...
Hear these hibiscus hymns
reverberating the Saviour
as the Rose of Sharon*
and the Lily of the valleys
with good news of grace
bringing peace and hope
With this psalm of compassion
God heals woes and sorrows
for bright tomorrows, vibrantly awesome
vanquishing pain, frustration, angst
toward triumphant caring.
Amidst song of praise
exalting life-Source
with music of gratitude
I thank His lovingkindness
ceaselessly prevailing, reigning over grief
comforting every distressed soul.
Let hibiscus hymns linger
to echo cheerful wondrous hope
spreading bliss to all
with joy's delight.
*Song of Solomon 2:1 KJV "I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys."
July 25, 2026
4th place, "Hymn of the Heart" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Hiya Sharma; judged on 8/1/2026
Exuding with grace…
Exemplifying humility before the Creator
Experiencing fulfillment glow along gratitude bliss
Exuberant along faith-propelled milestones…
Excited to welcome challenges vibrantly
Exercising courage to the maximum
Exposing trust in God Who knows best
Expecting triumphant service-endeavors
Extending love for blest reaching-out pursuits…
Examining soul sans hypocrisy...
Expressing worshipful praise to the Lord to end the day.
My heart* is a secret orchard
welcoming the entrance of the divine Gardener
Whose tending grace cheers flowers of prayer delight
as He hears supplications that faith-filled white roses shout
along the plight of chrysanthemums and daisies for nourishment-radiance.
In my heart's garden thrive vines that strive to reach the top
vibrantly inviting sovereign sun-rays for illumination-triumph
with wise enlightenment for counsel against towering arrogance
while lingering in the warm presence of the Creator Who inspires
always checking selfish motives and directing victory toward His exaltation.
Opening my heart's blessed garden
is the perfect Tiller, supplying it constantly
with goodness-buds midst serenity blossoms
against attacking pests of dearth and weeds of fruitlessness
replenishing with blessing toward abundant harvests to share His love and kindness.
*Psalm 44:21 Shall not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart.
April 27, 2026
Edited on May 20, 2026
2nd place, "My heart is a secret garden" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 5/21/2026
Grateful, as freely endowed
jubilantly sharing and giving
like never experiencing dearth
since God supplies…
Thankful for sweet serenity
delightfully exuberant
creating mirth-ripples that linger
since the Lord blesses…
Gratitude shines against gloom
withstanding hypocrisy’s stain
while walking in the light
since the Saviour helps…
Thanksgiving* prevails as miracles pervade
vibrantly radiating glowing hope
midst triumphant faith
since the Creator prospers.
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
February 9, 2026
Within the confines of my mind,
Thoughts are taking their form.
Like an egg They will grow,
Only on the inside though.
You never know when to expect,
I just hope to reflect,
It's intended affect.
Then I hear it Crack,
Excitement,
Rushing back,
Leaving me with butterflies.
- ----------------
Feeding on our energy,
I Nourish it constantly,
It's growing now,
I can hardly see.
Stronger and stronger,
It can't wait any longer,
There is no way to tell,
Hope I fed it well.
We'll know very soon,
It's now in a caccoon.
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All in divine timing,
This thought we're mining.
Everything's aligning,
Designing, defining,
Always knowing,
It's growing,
Wings showing,
Glistening and glowing,
Vibrantly,
Like a butterfly.
T?hat will never die.
I love every gaze in this place
My garden bon appetite
My share of ambiance!
Sensational every eye feast on me!
Aaah! Sensational and vibrantly extreme
These vibes I've contrived
ALL EYES ON ME
I LOVE EVERY GAZE
Watching me
Vacation amidst fun-filled holiday
Triumphantly spent along wondrous way
As Christmas friends bonded well
Marked with their fellowship yell:
“Rudolph, Frosty, Elf---for helping we stay!”
In their blest glow, together, gifts they share
Vibrantly exuding their gracious flair
Extending kindness with bliss
From their merry hearts’ abyss
Shouting: “Rudolph, Frosty, Elf brings God's care*!”
Singing their New Year jingles with delight
They inspire others against gloomy blight
Cheering to smite doubt and pout
Praying that in reaching-out
“We --- Rudolph, Frosty, Elf --- face freedom-flight.”
*Ephesians 4:32 And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
January 6, 2025
3rd place, "Holiday Fun Limerick contest- Santa, Frosty, Rudolph or Elf - set of 3" Limerick Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 1/26/2025
Radiating glow
along fantasy’s flow
bliss vibrantly exudes hope
yon magical light
as I delight...
to behold God's grand love of great scope.
Enjoying freely
is a fairy with glee
atop sunflower’s gold ray
while creatures of worth
in their sheer mirth...
call me to bask in peace* every day.
*Philippians 4:7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
December 9, 2024
1st place, "You live in a fantasy world" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 12/11/2024
The colors of the flowers are vibrantly swaying
The wind caresses them it seems with kisses,
whispering sweet nothings inside cheery cores
Daisy’s white pearly petals are speaking
Yellow sepals smiling, too yellow! Spiky discs
spinning peeking at me as I subtly study them
Dance little flower dance so alive,
I just want to hug and squeeze you
until you feel all this love as well
colors so vibrant
turned on, tuned in, so alive ~
I feel so much love
October’s voices sing to the rhythm of my soul-
Calling me to come,
Urging me to experience anew
The bounty of her being.
She is poetry
Moved in repetition yearly,
Enticing me to journey into the outside
To play while the sun shines still and
The wind blows warmly.
“Come!
Taste the richness of my colors.
See the fragrant late blooms.
Hear the reds and yellows, and oranges sing vibrantly throughout the hills
Smell the textures of the nearby farmland
Feel the living things reach out and gather all into October’s arms.
Wrap yourself in her earthly blanket woven in Heaven’s loom.
Come!”
October’s voices recite repeatedly her lyrical song.
"Come!
Leave your books, your tools, your duties for the time is short.
The trees shout joyously in the delight of day!
Come! Come into the outside
While the sun still shines and
The wind blows warmly."
When allures of autumn blow o’er the breeze
A sensation is bestowed o’er the leaves
Changing from green, turning red, rust and gold
An exquisite season for to behold.
Falling leaves lay pretty carpets around
Trees are bare, therefore there’s no rustling sound
Even though stripped bare trees stand in splendour
Majestic in the month of September.
Fairies assemble on autumnal nights
They come to observe the seasons delights
To enjoy the succulent harvest juice
That the bountiful season doth produce.
When the season comes along vibrantly
Allures of autumn flow triumphantly.
Sing a new song the divineness
of it all the rapture of the coming
hour the sheer need for abundance
created so bountiful throughout
this wondrous beauty a subtleness
awakening mere virtue while the
mild mannerism moves in delightful
colorful hues dancing between glorious
stain glass windows while weeping
willow trees sway cardinals perch
as the eagle soars the sky a wonderful
hymn springs forth beckoning my soul
as fear anxiety sadness sorrow drowns
my soul sings loudly over the mountaintop
I hardly recognizes her today assumption
the beauty within shines as warmth
compassion kindness blossom's in the
hearts and minds of on lookers flowers
bloom as I stroll pass wisdom shakes
emptiness is mortified by my edification
a proud peacock absorbs my purity
I am angelically lifted by harmonic
melodies vibrantly shaking my tail
feather simply singing my new song
Witten by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
On a rough jagged rock, I sit
high above a waterfall
whose roar is loud...yet soothing
it pours upon the large rocks below
in a violent rush
mushrooming up, bubbling mists of rain
that are carried by the wind
caressing my skin
the day's twilight sheen
casts a dim light and a sense of serenity
I watch the sunset sweep across the horizon
in a vibrantly painted wash of colors
taking me on a quiet journey
of wondrous dreamy thoughts...that beckon my soul
to a beautiful world of expansive scenery
the red of the evening sky is the perfect dress
with ruffles of yellow, to end the day
the last flicker of light vanishes
and the night drapes its darkness
over the shoulder of twilight
comforting the majestic splendor of sunset
in a black cape of luminous stars
welcoming the rise of the moon's crowning light
to illuminate the waterfall
in a soft luster...taking center stage
allowing shades and shadows to form in silence
moving slowly across the landscape
filling my eyes, my soul, with peace and tranquility
as I whisper...yes, it's a beautiful world
a long awaited milestone is finally reached
the mood of the moment is exultant
yet to whom do such emotions arise
when we know in truth there is no one here
as both vibrantly joyous yet also nonchalant
we reflect on the blood path that brought us here
of how when misaligned from vibrations of love
the wounds inflicted and borne now seem dreamlike
what was accomplished and what cost dear souls
did all the players emerge with their auras glistening
does bitterness yet linger in the aftermath of battle
or have we risen vibrationally radiating love and light
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