https://allpoetry.com/poem/14510052-My-Poetic-Muse–contest-Love-of-Poetry—Ice-Brat–by-Seah-Ray

My Poetic Muse (contest Love of Poetry – Ice Brat)

A pen in hand… can… deep terror quell as Christ’s command to a violent storm tossing a small boat of frightened disciples at sail:

“Hush! Be quiet!”

And the wind abated, and a great calm set in.” Mark 4:39.

Subdued,

those fearing for their lives
as today’s natural disasters also terrorize and confuse.

Therefore,
as secretaries to businessmen
used

to letters transcribe in typed ink, shorthand
noted, then finished on letterhead rendered

His

by 40 multi-generational
varied cultural working men
divinely ‘inspired’ by visions, dreams,

penned

a reason for ‘hope’ for earth’s and mankind’s future
described
to help centuries of mourners

patiently cope.

More needed today, as wobbly our world seems to spin out of control, if depended upon–Even international sincere human efforts.

Imperfect… And destined to… Eventually End.

But, inscribed seasons ago, thousands
to hearts win… Prophecies, historical examples, warnings to gain our confidence.

Mine won, as a child lonely,
lacking trust in adult humanity

wondering… “On whom can I depend?” as young parents, against poverty, their children they had to defend.

Into libraries I often wandered.
Settled into chairs or on sofas
hours on end to spend

as other lives I entered
eager to stifle a hungry curiosity
bubbling volcanic-ally within.

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Years first crawled, then fled.

Then I began to weep often over sad news heard or read… Topics spiraling about blood often shed; needlessly bled… especially children’s, hopelessly bred.

So,

a pen in my hand
is designed… to stem ‘hopelessness’ flow as rapids over rocks jagged viciously, to the death, steadily goes.

My poetic desire is to inspire…

mother’s bent over in pain of heart
because of son’s casket laid out to view
or fathers angered over a daughter’s spousal abuse

to raise their eyes and hearts higher.

To an incoming government,
perfect,

peace worldwide to imbue.

But mostly… to help any desiring to pursue
the best relationship to everlasting enter: With a Father and Son: Brilliant. Wise. Loving. Even fun.

Who promise a victory over ‘death’.

Can you imagine?… Poetic muses each day everlastingly begun. Forever and ever under this earth’s sun.

Because:
“As for the heavens, they belong to Jehovah,
But the earth he has given to the sons of men.” Ps. 115:16.

Therefore, “this is what Jehovah says,
The Creator of the heavens, the true God,
The One who formed the earth, its Maker who firmly established it,

Who did not create it simply for nothing, but formed it to be inhabited:

“I am Jehovah, and there is no one else.” Isa. 45:18.

Yes! . . . “The righteous will possess the earth,
And they will live forever on it.” Ps. 37:29.

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“Jesus said to her: “Your brother will rise.”

Martha said to him: “I know he will rise in the resurrection on the last day.”

Jesus said to her: “I am the resurrection and the life.
The one who exercises faith in me, even though he dies, will come to life;

and everyone who is living and exercises faith in me
(When this system’s end comes) will never die at all.

Do you believe this?” John 11:23-26.

Write a poem for contest Love of Poetry – Ice Brat
Tell me about why you write and the attention of why you must write. all those fickle muses up to the screen… put them on full blast. Make them work for it.

No prewrites and bring the best muses to the game for big points.

When Life Seems Unbearable

https://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/watchtower-no2-2019-may-jun/when-life-seems-unbearable/ © 2 years ago, Lucretia McCloud    love • society • teen • spiritual • christian