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Self-Existent Light

"Let there be Light!"
and so there was...

Without the Sun?
How so? Because

Our Father unfurled--
the Light of the world

The Sun and the Moon
--He created... soon--

but Light "self-existed"--
before Sun rays enlisted!



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:-D (See Genesis 1, and John 1)
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May 27, 2023
Self-existent light Poetry Contest!
Deadline: Monday, June 26, 2023
Sponsored by- Unseeking Seeker

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Ode to all the Missing Pens

Where do all the pens go
that's what I wanna know

Did we give them to friends
who might keep them (depends)

Maybe burglars stole them
but not jewelry or gem

Or snagged by the goblins
scribbling with impish grins

They might move, we forget
--the final place it set

In a pile of papers
those inky escapers

Did they all take a hike
their pens' union on strike

Joined up with art supplies
--their artistic allies--

Hidden deep in the drawer
wishing to write no more

Check the desk! Check my purse
cuz nothing could be worse...

...than when a pen's needed
but they've all receded--

--to some faraway realm...
of untraceable whelm



(Inspired by Anne Frank's "Ode to my Fountain Pen")

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Forget-Me-Not

Riss Rumphius lived by the sea
the Lupine Lady, free as can be
tossing seeds for many hours
pleasing kids-- with her flowers

I think she lived a fulfilling life
even without ever being a wife
look how the children love her
like a flower-fairy god-mother

I do not have to wait till later
to grow lupines above the equator
I grow forget-me-nots already --
they're multiplying -- & spreading!

New project: pressed & dried
flowers between the pages hide
till they create some dainty gift
when the pressing works (well, IF)

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Magnolia Defends Herself

Like sweet cotton candy
are my flowers light pink
no one slips on them
nor do they stink

Schnookums, your cat
enjoys her window seat
eyeing birds in my arms
and I feel so complete

We go back many years
you've watched me grow
now I'm tall as the house
you love me -- I know

I beg you keep this in mind
(don't wish to cause hysteria)
but I noticed days were numbered
for the neighbor's chopped plumeria

So please don't cut me down
like next door's unblooming tree
Look at me! I'm in bloom! :-)
Pray, just let me be






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2/27/2023
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May

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Nostalgia Bytes

Photo of old school
pops up in Facebook newsfeed
the kind I can feel

yellow sky, edged brown
as golden sugar cookie
when you know it's done

the bright almond sun
on chocolate branches, drizzled
melting in middle

with French vanilla
snowdrifts, scoopable snowballs
and white mountain tufts

such sweet aftertaste
although dropped before finished
partially eaten

it feels warm, and cold
I taste happiness, sadness
because now... it's gone




1/31/2021

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A Sober Limerick

I only drank one year, a while
I vastly prefer self-denial
Didn't like myself more
Back when dates *tried* to score
Now I've let them go, with a smile :)

Never got totally wasted
(Well, didn't like how it tasted)
Just pressured socially
So tried it, just to see
I confess feeling... disgrace-d

Drinks didn't bring out the Real Me
By NOT drinking I feel more... free! :)
A party-er --I'm not
I'd rather maintain Thought
A sober, clear mind is the key

Had to be socially distant
Even lost friends in an instant
When I chose to give up
Alcohol in my cup
Making my firm "No" consistent

I am sweet enough as it is
Without a dose of champagne's fizz
Ix-nay gentleman-tease
Don't gotta people-please
In order to please Him/ Be His

I am still a work in progress
Improving, I think, more or less
Haven't drank -- 20 years!
--Cuz it just interferes--
With the Faith, Hope, Love I profess

Do I miss drinking? -- not a bit
(Never enjoyed it, I admit)
For purity, I strive
Don't wanna drink and drive
Now to "have fun" I'd rather knit

Don't care if folks think I'm old school
For following the Temperance rule
Drinks brought joy-- not a lick
Only made my soul sick
Peer pressure is UN-COOL! :O

Un-hard lemonade is my fave
With fruit smoothies, too, I behave
Water keeps a good girl
With no desire to hurl
But-- the need to be brave

I found a group where I fit in
(Abstinence Association).*
"Heroic Offering"
is a good daily thing
Gives purpose while I avoid sin

Part of my true character traits
Is belief that True Joy awaits
Since I trust in Jesus
I know Heaven sees us
I'm inspired by the saints -- the greats

Can't say I'm perfect -- not at all!
And if you say I am -- I'd "lol!"
Character defects? Yes.
But NOT drinking in stress
Keeps my life's problems small





May 5, 2023
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*Dedicated to the Pioneer Total Abstinence Association of the Sacred Heart
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Contest Name: Character traits
Sponsored by Angela Tune
Deadline:	5/19/2023 12:00:00 AM

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Words Are Angels' Sweetest Gifts

Father God is rich
Eternally rich in Grace
Yet His Son was poor

Born poor for our sake
So everyone's good enough
To receive His Gift

Divine Poverty
Blessed are the poor in spirit
Theirs is the Kingdom

The Word became flesh...
(To understand each other)
...And dwelt among us

My heart's full of song
Angels we have heard on high!
Angels are poor too

A message, a song
Words are angels' sweetest gifts
And they enrich us

We have heard angels
Just like the song says we do
Telling us: love God!

God is loveable
Especially as a child
Angels sing to Him

Angels sing to us
Come and see, come and see Him
He's born, hold-able

In a manger laid
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid
Angels accolade

Becoming a child
This is how God reached our lives
An example set


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Originally posted by me on PoetrySoup back in 2018
(under the user name: MichellePoeTry)

Based on: 
"The Smile of the Ragpicker" by Paul Glynn, 
“Angels We Have Heard on High” lyrics, 
the Beatitudes, 
Luke 2, and John 1:14.

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God Writes Straight With Crooked Lines

They say that "God writes straight with crooked lines"
we seek control, but perhaps that confines
God's Will, Plan, compassionate designs
it's up to Him, the One who defines
what's good and true, thus His Mercy shines
along shared paths where friendship entwines
the heart-grown courage God's Hope aligns



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Inspired by just having finished reading--
LINES OF COURAGE by Jennifer A. Nielsen

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Corny Complaint

Even if some rare corningware may be hypothetically worth a LOT
what ordinary person would buy it, cook with it, or let it get hot??

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A Limerick of Lamentation

This is a fictional conversation between a fictional young Nazi and a fictional young Jew (I made them up entirely, they are not characters from one of the holocaust books I've read); both of whom share the same sentiments to the point of the following lines being interchangeable. That is, either of them could have said any of it, because they both felt it, stuck in the concentration camp. I know this would probably not describe most Nazis, but I just wondered if perhaps there were some who felt like prisoners pushed into their roles, who didn't want to be the baddies, and who didn't want to be there any more than their victims did. I wondered, what would it sound like if they could relate to each other? This is what I came up with.

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"What in the hell are we doing here?"
"I don't know!" He replied with a tear.

"I'm here against my will, but I follow orders still."
"God help me! I obey out of fear."

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"Back at home, Mom wanted me to stay,
but this awful place tore me away."

"Working fills me with dread; sometimes wish I were dead."
"Will me make it out alive one day?"

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As a human, he looked in my eye.
Our mutual pain caused us to cry.

"When times get real bad, I miss my Mom and Dad."
Trying to smile, he said-- "So do I."

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He's set up to be my enemy,
but we both really long to be free.

Through it all, in the end: I considered him-- Friend.
That'd stop wars-- if everyone would be.