Soon To Be

With each glorious hued sunrise new
vitality erupts; no wickedness corrupts
total energy, youthful strength as a gazelle's
imbued.

No more to dread portions meager.
No more to thirst for water eager
with rivers rushing sparkling clean
with minds elevated no actions mean.

All risings, not up-risings, dedicated to offering
knees bent, heads humbly bowed too
in gratitude bestowing His Sovereignty
whole-souled love, devotion--owing.

Held this awesome Majesty in high esteem
for what He deemed His Grand Purpose:
Universal Harmony.

Angels plus international human beings
brothers. Bound shoulder-to-shoulder loving
uplifting one another, after the 'The Ancient of Days' redeemed
sinful mankind with a sacrifice of his beloved angelic son.
Reversal of sin's ruinous effects His loving obedience faithful testimony bought;

yes, victory over death everlastingly won.

So life after every magnificent sunset ended
and a new day begun will only better to better get
as a Master Worker beside a Father sets
His Purpose for peace and security
forever. His name not to forget
after permitting mankind's imperfect rulership
this earth to almost unequivocally upset.

Now and forevermore this case of rulership to beget an end to questions like: Why Are We Here? For life eternal with no hazardous externals to cause us ultimately to fear:

path closed to future perfection,
untimely deaths,
mourning, depression or just unhappy tears

makes it perfectly clear:

To Worship the Almighty
happy, content with family plus friends
eternally spent working, wedding, banqueting
with loved ones near and dear

Is Why Jesus Christ down to this land was
unselfishly sent.

What Is The Meaning of Life? 

This painting by a French artist, Gauguin raised a question about the meaning of life..

Philosophical poem..

Follow the link
and drop your comment before entering this contest. I think that's not something hard to do...

https://allpoetry.com/poem/13333786-What-Is-The-Meaning-Of-Life--by-Gemstone

RULES
PLEASE KEEP IT WITHIN 7 STANZA...
NO BASHING

Why Are We Here?
https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102008456 © 2 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    love poems • hope poems • nature poems • family poems • friendship poems

Flight of the Blue Butterfly

As society news spins warped wobbly wheels
emotions tech connected plummet
to splay across low-growing vegetation
drying out on our acidic soils
spoiled by gurgling blood of our brothers
pathetically spilled

each day swirling into midnight blue

spines weakened to knees finally bent
in earnest prayer for violence to relent its flourish
although many still refuse

for false stars sparkle
eyes of fragile vassals
foolishly relishing a glow

fleeting their soar
into a black hole to perish
since obedience's a bore

love
genuine care

a majority vulnerable
afraid to trust
in darkness to share

when a baby carriage left unattended
causes terror

even attended blasting buildings
scaring kings who parade before paupers

total hearts rapid beating to bust;

yet, blue stays the hue of sky

among blooming blue marsh gentians
butterflies feel secure

land after flying into the dainty flowers of bog heather
assured their babies to rise

when caterpillar-turned-butterfly dashes
a twig does climb
to save limbs, not die

stretching glorious wings
to dry after a year's fight to survive
butterfly blue flaps wings first time
to flutter high above the heath!

to brighten our hopeful eyes

as within days they mate
to again cycle eternal birth

spun again their search
for more tall blue marsh gentian

imitating progeny joyful too

since parents chose
this loving Creator

beautifully extending
a future imbued with prolific peace
sweet security ensured

under righteous tranquilly:
'new heavens' our 'heath'

on a cleansed
bounteous
magnificent

'new earth'.

"Hope in Jehovah and follow his way,
And he will exalt you to take possession of the earth.
When the wicked are done away with,

you will see it."

The Feelings Wheel
Dr. Gloria Willcox once developed a ''feelings wheel'' as a tool to better describe one's emotions.  You'll see a picture below.   If you look at it for a moment you'll see that the emotions are divided into color groups; red, purple, blue, orange, yellow and green.   The two emotions in every color group are opposites, for example in the red category you'll find the feelings ''anger'' and ''peaceful''.
For this contest I want you to write a poem based on one of the color groups. Please try to use both and only the two emotions in that category, and try to use words from the outer circle as well.
I apologize if this is complicated, please do not hesitate to ask question    Happy writing

Butterflies, Plants, and Ants—A Vital Connection https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102001365?q=blue&p=par

Psalm 37:34. © 11 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    hope poems • love poems • pain poems • nature poems • sad poems

The Avenue ... Written for Bukowski poetry contest

resplendent velvet petals
nourished in sweet morning's dew

born
refusenew.

stems ripped by vacillating night galesin the wake of
meritorious regales
entwined on familial vines of salubrious
redolent roses.

splintered remnants
drift

floating a river flooded by petrified drops
of liquefied terrors
pitiably shared as rapid waves of insurgence
rape naïve brilliance

of blossoming daybreaks

of glistening planes
of splendid prospects

displaced by bleakness from odious relationships
(slick weeds to choke breath divine)

crippling despair
when strength flees

cowardice revealed to bully self-esteem

pinned
a limp spine before whipping rain
attacking chipped bricks comprising a skeletal frame
twisted
defeated
alone
seated at a broken window pane

a moonless sky sprouting
sporadic trembling dread
sprawled across a three-legged chair
with no solid support to spare

stares vacant

introduced
comatose strains

killing rectitude
humility
meekness of heart unleashing waterfalls of love
which humanness imparts.

instead lost

tossed to strand upon maggot infested heaps

deserted

for buzzards to collectively reap
toothsome rewards of decaying morsels

torn from nations
of corpses

dead on avenues of once flourishing
mortals.

Write a poem for contest flowers not dead - Dana st mary
I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead."  Bukowsi

This has to be up there with the greatest sentence ever spoke.

No whiners Poem based upon the Book of Lamentations © 5 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud   sad poems • society poems • pain poems • teen poems

REALLY? ... Written for contest God and Religion

Death tramples only withered old oaks,

weeping willows of wearied widows,

not airborne arrogant,
boastful bold wealthy wizards

or brilliant talents sporting gold?
No, this starving steed hurries greedily in pursuit of newborns, youth, great, small, you, me all consumed as heat of his travels
gravel aggravates at irrepressible seen speed

or stealthily, leisurely in shadows at an almost regal gait

it twirls, then hurls away complete towns
or drowns cities while survivors of wrathful rising waters
anxiously wait

it arrives at the party early, late
chopping down hospitable hosts or grateful guests
while bystanders rock on weakened knees
their souls wracked by sobbing bleeds

at the beach a strong swimmers' body becomes victim to waves, bites, a gallbladder attack cramping ability currents to fight

as death gulps down the blood of the wrong
the right, the innocent, the warriors expending all their collective might
sent into battle
blessed by a God divided? One who is sided against progeny created? Then toasted eternally for partaking of lustful desires
or disobedience to laws he lovingly dictated?

Death
doesn't eternally wobble
because of doctorates

or traditional creeds proclaimed true
by pagans plus Christians designed to appease
a mass of divergent humanity.

False religion
hatred and lies
long ago perpetrated

pupated by a covetous spirit son

a traitorous rebellion
he initially instigated

whether of him
one believes or not
he spins a ruse
to exist a God of Love?
He does confuse.

Yet,
daily a Creator's existence
is Divinely perceived

by variant breezes,
awe-inspiring black holes,

by ice glaciers,
by pigeons or human
in high hidden coves

faithful 'thinkers' not by theories deceived
as 'truth' refreshes even hardened atheists crumbled by life's agonies relieved since a 'valid' hope eases spirits crippled by pain and disease

(said: "There are no atheists in foxholes." Although, true, foxholes make atheists. Do.)

However,
abundant knowledge of 'truth',
wisdom

is gratefully received by humbled
honest-hearted ones internationally

these meek ones pleased to praise a righteous ruler
this earth to retrieve and cleanse of injustices, which wicked ones do gleefully breed.

Science and history has provided clear proof.

Yes,
death will be conquered
along with demons spreading libel seeds.

An eternal victory in heaven or earth
will belong to those giving God's King and Kingdom
faithful, loyal and loving heed.

This new strong
God-backed Government--
Theocratic indeed

Born in the heavens.

Yes.
Already given righteous birth.

It is God's purpose
to fulfill all humanity's
literal and spiritual

God-designed
needs.

Based on: Daniel 2:44; Matthew 6: 9, 10; 2 Peter 3:13; Rev. 21: 3, 4.
For contest: God & Religion

"For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us."
~Charles Bukowski


Just write. ©  Lucretia Mccloud   death poems • family poems • hope poems • love poems • pain poems