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Wisdom Divine

by Seah Greenhorn

( Poem with copyright ) 

Exists
a beauty in wisdom

seems

to travels valleys, mountains,

streams forth
to hold court
to extol the presence of kings
of new

recanting values considered old,
though,
these treasures are 'apples of gold.'

Mortal man of earthen clay,
who's seen injustice holding sway,
but sees and walks the balance beam
is praised as wise on a human scene.

Yet,
as doves ascending to endless skies, ascending higher
than our heart's eyes

Divine Wisdom

transcends
our intelligent,

though imperfect minds.

However,

it reaches down to touch the souls
who search for it; cherish it. Live it: bold.

These ones in understanding shall never perish if this wisdom's not in arrogant pride sold.

Based upon Proverbs 14:33; 16:25; Romans 16:27; Matt. 11:19

Write a poem for contest Holy Wisdom
A poem respectful of Christianity is asked for, so no expletives or humour, on what a person could understand by the phrase:


Holy Wisdom


within a Christian context.  Make your work instructive and poetic, with the emphasis on poetic if you are aiming for the gold trophy.  The number of lines should be between ten and fourteen, but I shall accept nine or fifteen too.© 2 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    spiritual• love • hope

"What's funny is ..."

"What's funny is ...

by Seah Greenhorn

( Poem with copyright ) 

"What's funny is ... I used to believe I could understand"

feelings about 'rights.'

Lines obscured bring ire and fights against love

wasted

like a whale squirting
effective refreshing mists mellowing all in its way; then receivers pushing and debating positions

under
the spray.

Who says who's needs to go or who's fit to stay?

Let the whale decide with whom he shall play.

What's Funny Is...
This is a 'Quote Prompt'.  You must either be inspired by or include this line in your poem.  "What's funny is... I used to believe I could understand."

Any length, rhyming or non-rhyming (I always write non-rhyming myself), must be descriptive and inspire thought and feeling but subject can be anything.  I know the quote is a little obscure, so let it be a challenge for you.  Mark if Adult, no Erotica, no major profanity.  The reader should walk away after reading your poem inspired, encouraged, or deep in thought.

Thanks all!  Can't wait to read what you write!

A River In Flight

A River In Flight

 

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

 

 

 

 

Rushing the edge
as a beautiful visualization
of humanity's distress.
Collective tears
gushing
constant.
The blood of her victims
dropping off into darkness.
Pounding the heart's walls in its descend.
Sprayed by the intense mist arising?
Those gathered, who care to share in this memorial.
Those not present?
Another symbolism for the river's name.
Men running away from paradise.
Is that not the desire of independent man?
Trampling
animals and nature in their lust for power.
Rendering to the world,
to the heavens
this representation of sacrifice,
the river's vibrant hue.
To dominate and crush.
Pulverize.
This beauty
a vivid reminder
of what mankind
is not designed
to do.

 

 

*Write a poem for contest “the river that ran away from paradise”





The river has many names and holds many stories.
Listen to the river and write what it speaks to you.....


- Free Verse
- Left Justified

Mix imagination with emotion.


This is where "the river that ran away from paradise" derives from:
http://all-that-is-interesting.com/colombias-stunning-river-of-five-colors
© right now, Lucretia Mccloud    sad • society • nature • death

I Too Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

I Too Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)

I Too Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

She sings of joy
and the protection it brings.

As out in the yonder of sun-drenched fields
she remembers the danger of forgotten raids and pillages demented minds do yield.

She smells the blood from war-drenched soils.

She hears the cries when they divided spoils.

She feels the pain of reigning fists
that violence in love professes as bliss.

The kisses she missed,

if you insist,

belongs to ravages that blistered her privates and scarred her flesh.

Yes, from these she fled.
She's considered blessed.

For now the painful thoughts are healed.
She's found a Savior. She's has a hope.

With life's constant dangers, she now can cope.

Though all these crimes were not always mine, I suffered the news. My eyes not blind.

Yet, now I have Good News to tell
across steep mountains
in deserts and valley
where the rivers do swell

around the globe
I'd joyfully sing or yell
to All Who Suffer:

All Will Be Well!

Write a poem for contest The Caged Bird
Tell me what your cage is. Is it another person, a relationship, a place... maybe your own mind and heart.

What is it like being the caged bird? Write about your song.

Do you look for a way out, dream of a different life, or sing at the top of your lungs about freedom, about that grave of dreams?

Rules:

Metaphors, creativity, and imagery are all desired.

Nothing obscene or explicit.

Reference Maya Angelou's "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings".
Use proper grammer, punctuation, and capitalization. http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2015323#h=10:0-11:757© 3 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    hope • love • spiritual

My Shine

My Shine

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

In paths of fire, ice, or cold
words of hate, ignorance, said bold
my mind races to deride
yet tongue in wisdom I do hold.

Since
"In showing Honor"
One takes "the Lead."

Loving
through

Fine words then deeds
first applied to loyally heed,
truly performed
heals hearts in bleed.

50 words “In showing honor to one another take the lead,” states Romans 12:10. Write a poem for contest Word Prompt - Honorable
Describe for me what it looks like when YOU are being Honorable!

No adult/erotica  No more than 50 words

Word prompt: Honorable  Have fun!!  *cheesy smile*© a day ago, Lucretia Mccloud   

"Please ... Grab Hold of the Anchor!"

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright )

You stand, sit, or lay
on sinking sand,

except
it's not quick

And a twilight descends.

The sheerness of your skin
fails to defend you against caustic elements.

No one to hold you; enfold you or even scold you for....

The cold takes control of your senses.

Your mind's eyes,
looking inward

not out,

incapable of defining any definite lines
of rational

Reasoning.
Shut down

Normal natural desires

Forsaken

as a river rises; higher; higher;
then rises higher more--
sadly

from tears of your own making.

They begin to swirl.
Capsuled you are

Pulled into the whirl without a tornado wind to spin you, at least, outward.

Instead the doubts:

deep, dark, bottomless
cesspools

filled with those sucked in before

Weighted with worries

loss of love or
sudden livelihood;

Constant heavy
loneliness;

Those who dove in:

righteous extremists;

Freedom fighters

Or those who just stepped in seeing no viable future.

And now

You

are drowning
with no apparent fight.

Please ...

"Grab Hold of the Anchor!"

Let the Light
from Truth
                             ...............lead you ashore.

Since True...

sometimes this life's seems not worth living.

Yet a "Real Life"
Our Maker purposed.

Live...for This He has in store.

No ... we are not talking heaven,

although a few selected
must die to enter that door.

But endless peace on earth
God promised.

He can not lie ... "It is impossible!"
And Everlasting He Is--

Isn't that incredible?

So when he says:
Infinite
Perfect Life

for Obedient Mankind To Be Restored ...

Isn't this worth a
"climb aboard?" from an extended hand.

(An anchor trusted for sure.)

Sincerely
Your Creator

Your Loyal and True
Loving Friend. 

© Lucretia Mccloud, 2 hours ago

Recently I hosted a contest for KC & TOM. KC is beautiful & all that love means in this world. I was shown that last week when my bipolar disorder was out of whack and I became very suicidal. Dealing with her own battles, she put them aside & came with our friend Daisy to save my own
life.

This contest is ti thank Daisy & KC & TOM who are all three struggling with very real hardcore life stuff but put themselves second, drove across three towns & two counties to save a life most deem unfit.
WHEN You feel like giving up.... http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102012006?q=suicide&p=par Why Go On ... Three Reasons To Keep Living http://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/g201404/ What You Should Know About Mental Disordershttp://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/g201412/ Based also on: Rev. 21:3, 4; Eccl. 1:4; 2 Pet. 3:13, 14; Heb. 6:17-19

Death • Family • Friendship • Hope • Love

  

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For These I Weep *
by
Seah Greenhorn

While

My Precious,                              
My Beautiful One

SLEEPS,

Shrouded

In Such Blueness,

Azure
Blueness
                                       
Of Sky;
Of Sea,

For Me? . . . .                                                

I Weep.

*

In Memory,          
My morning?

Apples; Oranges; Watermelon—              

A Rainbow!

Bountiful                                          Fruitage                                       Delicious!                                                  

Till . . . .                                                        

Past FRUITS                                      SPEWED                                                 VIBRANT and VIOLENT

In Bow!

BURST
Forth                                        
My Bounty

Over

The bow!                                        

A Sea                                                     SO Fierce—
                                     Terrifying!!!                                    

Through                                                    Black                                                 Moonless Night                          

ENDLESS                                                    

I Weep.

*

While

My Precious,                              
My Beautiful One

SLEEPS,

Shrouded

In Such Blueness,

Azure
Blueness                                      

Of Sky;
Of Sea,

For Me? . . . .                                                

I KNEEL.

*

Before

The Window                                        Veiled
Shadows, Whispers, Sighing—

My world.

My life?

Limp; Listless like
Tropical curse. . . .

Sprue?                                                  

Till . . . .                                                      

Past PROMISES,                PROCLAIMED—
Even
Reclaimed

Bubbles and Bowl me
Over!                        
In Joy!

BUOYS
Forth                                        
My Heart;
                               OVERJOYED!                                          

A Light,                                                       SO Bright—
                                Frightening!!!                                

Through                                                 Black                                              
Moonless Night                            

ENDING?                                                    

I Weep.                                                  

Yes!                                                        
For THESE

I  Weep.                                                                                                        

(Based on Lamentations chapter 3; Ecclesiastes 9:5, 10; Acts 24:15 and Mark 5:35-43)