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Hear Me Jesus

Inspired by a poem written by Eileen Manassian entitled "Will You Let Me"
Which I encourage everyone to read. Thank You. 




Hear me Jesus I beseech you 
As I fall on bended knees
All I've got, I have been given
Bless me once more if you please

I want to share with all the others
Those who have the eyes to see
All my sisters and my brothers
Those special gifts you gave to me

I want you to penetrate my heart
I willfully offer you my soul
To do the things that you have done
Everywhere that I may go


Chorus
Let your Love conquer evil, as of course, I know it will
Bless the race that I must run
With a mission to fulfill

Instrumental 

I need the strength every day, 
Only you can provide
It's by this I know you're with me 
And I need not run and hide 

I know this world paints a picture
Of hopelessness pain and fear
I will always love your word
And hold your sacrifice so dear

Chorus
Let your Love conquer evil, as of course, I know it will
Bless the race that I must run
With a mission to fulfill

What Marriage Meant For

What is the meaning of marriage
Marriage is about two people
Who are in love irrespective of health, 
Of wealth will not abandon each other
But mutually support each other
Irregardless of any circumstances
Will not back out the marital promise
Whether pain or gain will face head on
Facing any storm in life with courage
Never give up but in control willfully
The spark in relationship is tested
To where patience is, the fight strikes 
You will see the plot is too scary
Notice that tragedy is part of a story
Love is taste to sweet and sour 
To adjust what shield life for a defense
This is the summation of romance
To know that relationship is nice
When it is topsy-turvy experience 
And you smile after winning life's storm
This is the privilege of two united brave heart.

wallflower

weary walls whisper willfully while withdrawing



Sponsor’s Name: Nette Onclaud
Contest Title: Monoklitteration Poetry Contest
Date of Poem: May 31, 2025

God's Way is Always Right!

I declare that there's no greater high!
Than knowing the Creator of you and I.
I tried cocaine once, it's effect was insane.
It cause bleeding from my nasal membrane.
For many years, speed was my delight.
But it cause my heart to not beat right.
Hung out with friends. Drinking gin, beer and wine.
It left me not caring as it pickled my mind.
Chose a high fat diet. I ate like a king!
My body's now paying for all of those things.
I was young back then, did not have a clue.
The only thing best for us all Lord is you.
Read God's word world. Talk to him each day.
Ask him for the grace to walk life out his way.
Don't give up or quit after any sin event.
Turn your God saying "I was wrong and repent!"
"Please forgive me Lord for this wrong that I do."
I willfully chose to disobey you!"
Turn your focus from self. Help others and give.
Make a habit of doing this as long as you live.
You've done things your way, now let's give God a try.
Nothing better for the soul, than love of the Most High!
Even if you commit the same sin everyday.
Run, repenting to our Father and not the other way!

Perfect people don't come to God!

I declare that there's no greater high!
Than knowing the Creator of you and I.
I tried cocaine once, it's effect was insane.
It cause bleeding from my nasal membrane.
For many years, speed was my delight.
But it cause my heart to not beat right.
Hung out with friends. Drinking gin, beer and wine.
It left me not caring as it pickled my mind.
Chose a high fat diet. I ate like a king!
My body's now paying for all of those things.
I was young back then, did not have a clue.
The only thing best for us all Lord is you.
Read God's word world. Talk to him each day.
Ask him for the grace to walk life out his way.
Don't give up or quit after any sin event.
Turn your God saying "I was wrong and repent!"
"Please forgive me Lord for this wrong that I do."
I willfully chose to disobey you!"
Turn your focus from self. Help others and give.
Make a habit of doing this as long as you live.
You've done things your way, now let's give God a try.
Nothing better for the soul, than love of the Most High!
Even if you commit the same sin everyday.
Run, repenting to our Father and not the other way!

The Universe

How did I get here…?
It was of course no accident
yet I would never willfully do this to myself 
nor anyone I love. 
I don’t think this feeling has fully sunk in yet. 
It’s almost as if I’m watching someone else’s life. 
Like I’m looking down into someone else’s universe. 
It started out so different. 
It was something magical. 

………was………

I was swept off my feet. 
I felt light enough that the slightest gust of wind 
could have carried me away. 
I will always remember looking into those deep brown eyes and traveling the depths and wanting to stay there forever. 
Why, oh, why couldn’t I just stay there forever?
We were exactly the same 
but also completely different. 
Our common interests grew fast. 
They withered away even faster. 
Things change, of course
but how could you? 

My love, my life, my universe…

Siren Of A Woman

She was always a singing siren of a woman.
She was always attaining what she can.
She was always a bright, seductive being.
She was always so willfully enchanting.

She had found the love of her life at eighteen.
She had found herself in a passion so unpristine.
She then eventually needed a means to leave.
She had managed to find a way on one eve.

She soon enough had found a second lover.
She later reunited with her first, needed a cover.
She quickly lost him however, for calling him out.
She went home to cry, and alone aloud shout.

She then may have found her third true love.
She hesitates to believe he may be from above.
She forever remains a siren filled with fervor.
She awaits any results of her newest endeavour.

Willy the Wisecrackig Warlock

Willy the wisecracking warlock
was wordy, wild, wonderfully willfully
welcoming, and a wee bit whacky.
Willy widely wasted wonderful witticisms
on Wellington’s willing wealthy.

Welcome August

Anonymously I remain faceless in a soundproof booth when dictators reign
Unforgivable leader guiltless non-truths, I’ll hide from the suffering in vain
God willing I’ll move unseen unknown like the Beowulf poet wounded within                                                                                                                             
Underhanded sinful strife crushing the heavens with tunes of a sad violin
Sonnets I’ll write of undecided weak given into evil who’ll willfully applaud
The fifty percent who stood divided, if fifty fifty then there is no room for God

Suns Apart

Once a ballade upon chastised boughs,
It's now finished on the clouds.

And with their much too full skies,
Its own scruples disappear; the strife

While the sun of this morning goes—
Steps behind lumps in sugar coats.

No more a silver lineage, another crown—
That is the new heart weathering now.

I'm glue in bed; shook up the frame,
Within window sights— a picture of the rain.

Though the madness on curtains gone—
There is no ghost to be of the sun.

It would not pass through rain's skim,
For a shine on an unfaithful whim.

No place to stay on the soaking ground,
Its lemon tears dry on the clouds.

Dark times close for rainbows banished—
Not coming down, it willfully vanishes.

Paradigm Of Contrast

For the contrived inducement of fixated being,
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness, 
the personified indented identity,
changes in the self-devised palette 
of metamorphosed color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon slyly cocooned,
paints the shifting façade of deception.

In the ostensible enactment of life’s incredible drama, 
the performance perfected in one-act play 
with the obsession of passion professed,
gilding the consequence crafted by alchemy,
the surreptitious shift from one actor to another, 
is an axiomatic drive of the dormant design. 

Out of the limelight, the clandestine colors fade  
on the tangible visage of virtual makeup,
the pallid original face morphs mystically into 
the veracity mirror of fragile actuality, 
reflecting the real rendering of identity, 
rinsed with the primal hues of persona
of the distinctive disposition embodied once.

The spasm of schematic perception splits the mirror, 
the shapeless shards of shattered pretence 
scatter as discarded debris willfully abandoned. 
Transformation creates the deluding entity, 
an alien in its own renovated realm,
completes the illusive paradigm of contrast.

Second Skin

I keep stepping outside myself
This deviation necessary
I always wanted to be someone else
I'm growing a second skin
Still me underneath but I've been cloaked in rage and grief
These scales are heavy
But I'll carry them
The world weighed on me before but nothing like the iron shackles this life has now become
Unbearable 
Still I carry on
I don't want to I have to this will always be the way the story goes watching my chapters unfold in front of me without even lifting my pen
I'll nod in agreement, I've willfully resigned
Settling for that second skin
It covers well and hides the empty
The smiles and laughs that are no longer mine but forced to find their way to my face
I'll put on a show for you
I'll sit beside myself in disbelief shaking the head of this shadow I've become
Watching the scales grow thicker
And you won't notice a thing

The Greatest Parent

The greatest sin, in my opinion,
is to willfully presently pro create children,
who are then born into this world through no choice of their own,
where their future most certainly will be so horribly unknown.
I'm considered one of the all time greatest parent to ever be,
because each day I hear my unborn children gratefully thanking me.

Afar

Darkness falls a
A hush sets in
My animal drive
Promotes sin
Willfully I joined 
Your soulless heart
Two creatures we
Tumbled in the dark 
Moon a witness
Twinkling stars our show
Ensnared in your arms
To the grass we roll

Empty Seats

Take a church full of sinners with issues galore,
each needing profoundly the grace of the Lord.
Some trapped in addiction, some weighed down in sin,
some struggling with faith, some who tried but gave in.

Some filled with anger and some with regret,
some who cannot forgive, but there’s one group I fret -
the judgmental crowd. They make it so tough,
thinking they have no sin or that they’re good enough.

And I wish that were all but it’s not for I find,
they poison the whole for they’re willfully blind.
Doing all that they must to protect the charade,
ranking sins amongst others and handing out shame.

Handcrafting a culture that turns out to be,
in direct opposition to what sinners need.
A place to be open, a place to confess,
a place to find comfort, a place to find rest.

A place to find Christ and the healing He gives.
A place to start over, but somehow this lives
in the culture of church after church I observe.
I guess human nature just can’t be deterred.

For it seems to be common despite where I go -
the part poisons all, no one stops it and so
the judgmental crowd wins and history repeats
where they end up the only ones… left in the seats.

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