Happy Is ...

Happy Is ...

by Lucretia Mccloud
(poem with copyright)

Happy is

the people
whose God
is

Jehovah!”

Scattered
among religions ancient or new?

One to hundreds of thousands
among a wealthy land;

two hundred thousand or more

as mere spoil
upon a desert soil?

Be them many

as blades of grass
under a gentle rain

or as survivors

minus a few

bent over
after the sun rises high
and hatred's blood

did boil?

Is that where the faithful
are found?

Sparse
amidst weeds

lost blossoms
mentally bound

or

gathered together
uplifted and lovingly

continually
renewed?

Does it really matter?

To the Creator
it does;

so to us
it must matter too.

Many moons
centuries passed

He said:

"For you were once not a people,
but now you are God’s people;

once you had not been shown mercy,
but now you have received mercy."

Prophesied,

about our day
and sheep
fed,

satisfied;

feeling no dread.

Heard

a gentle
Shepherd's voice;

followed

a loyal course
his path led.

Yes,

precious:

'Truth.'

Faith
causes an exodus,
a separation
instead
of stagnancy.

His people,
of present and past,
from untruth
have always
righteously
fled.

Made:
A choice.

“You are my witnesses,”
declares Jehovah,

“Yes, my servant
whom I have chosen,...

I—I am Jehovah,

and besides me
There is no savior.”

This Father
integrity
in his servants
bred.

So,

Forward
you witnesses!

Straight
into forever.

Ahead?

A universal
blast!

But,
salvation
for those to eternally last

if one does
"Flee

out of the midst of Babylon,
and escape for your life.

Do not perish
because of her error."

Her international disloyal support
of violence and strife.

"For it is the time
for Jehovah’s vengeance.

He is paying her back
for what she has done."

“‘Therefore,

Get out from among them,
and separate yourselves,’

says Jehovah,

‘and quit touching
the unclean thing’”;
“‘and I will take you in.’”

Yes!
“Get out of her,

my people,

if you do not want to share with her in her sins,
and if you do not want to receive part of her plagues."

Become

“those having insight"
that "will shine as brightly
as the expanse of heaven,

and those bringing the many to righteousness

like the stars,
forever and ever."

Then Victory.

You Will Win;

though,
as His People

You've Already Won.

Picture credits: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/494833077791480972/
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Psalm 105:8; 144:15; Daniel 12:3; Isaiah 43:10,11; Jeremiah 51:5; 2 Corinthians 6:17; 1 Peter 2:10; Rev. 18:4.  © 2 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    family • love • hope • friendship • spiritual

The Nations Shall Know

The Nations Shall Know

by Lucretia Mccloud

(poem with copyright)

With dove-like words:

"God Is Love"
air-borne spoken

emotions
thus you bear.

What sentiments
channels or courses,

trickles,
tears

through your veins,

from your heart
rushes forth as Victoria
or Iguacu

Falls

cascading
into vast stillness
unknowing

sometimes,

as blindness
occasionally
departs

before crashing
cavernous floors of treacherous dark pits

faint-hearted ones
prophesied you'd stumble upon if not judiciously
reared?

Is your emotional stride one of egoistic pride,
like for nations waving flags for countries right or wrong,

a callous arrogance

insidious
inside?

Or anger
for atrocities,

injustices committed worldwide

or simply
against you
or your loved ones

in ignorance or deliberately
begun?

Exasperation or irritation
for Christianity's push

of a deity
dead

or non-existent
he must be instead

buried under some fanciful bush

along with Santa,
the Easter bunny
and the boogie man

created

for a childish ruse
to curiosities
pacify,

to deliberately
hush?

Apathy,

since this God
is not yours,

although non-sympathetic
because of hypocritical actions
of false servants

you've come to
understandably

deplore

blocking welcome
entrance

to Christ's

Open Door?

Embarrassment

for the perceived
indifference or inability of your Creator
to appease his children,

curing them,
as St. Jude's does
or tries to do,

of dreaded disease
crushing the all of mankind

as undeserved sin's genetic due?

Doubt or skepticism
about His existence

because of the persistence of theories otherwise

promoted,

though vague
and inconsistent?

The values and credence of Creation

horrendously
demoted.

Or just plain numbness
from tiredness of scores of roller-coaster like exertions
felt

throughout a long life of unfulfilled waiting
or wanting

dealt?

This God of love knows us

physically,
mentally
and emotionally

through and through

as loving
thoughtful parents
of their individual children
too.

He created us with free-will
and allows us to live and to rightfully

choose,

explaining consequences
of actions

ignorant or perused.

Yet,

He'll help steer and protect
our ship

if
the 'wheel'

into his hands
we wisely give

so as to salvation

not to tragically
lose.

So,

as fine servants
devoted and true

let pride
in our worship
inspire us to
help others see
that "accurate knowledge"

of Jehovah
and his Son

breeds
integrity,

intense
loyalty.

A dedication to show:

God Is Love.

He and His Son
all should want to

proclaim

through study and mediation
in love towards

Jah Jehovah's
name

and his principles,

in spiritual
health

Eternally to grow
joyful and happy.

Our words
and deeds

whole-heartedly
performed

and Christian qualities
daily adorned

honestly

yes, sincerely
in Spirit and in Truth

will actively
become

The Almighty's
International and Universal

Dear Proof.

The Nation's Shall Know:

"I am Jehovah, and there is no one else.
There is no God except me.

I will strengthen
you, although you did not know me,

In order that people may know
From the rising of the sun to its setting

That there is none besides me.

I am Jehovah, and there is no one else."

Inspired by:
""Do not be exasperating your children, so that they do not become downhearted."—Col. 3:21.
If your children are to open up to you, they need to view you as available and approachable. When parents always appear to be too busy to talk, youths in the family are likely to keep their problems to themselves. And what about being approachable? More is involved than simply saying the words, “You can come to me anytime.” Your teens need to sense that you will neither discount their problems nor overreact to them. Instead, aim for a balanced approach."

And, Ezekiel 33:11, 29: Isaiah 45:5,6.  © Lucretia Mccloud

NEVERMORE

NEVERMORE

by Lucretia Mccloud

(Poem with copyright)

Lashing out; haphazardly crashing violently against many sin urchins under these moonless skies

buoyed by those previously sunk or sadly sinking amidst a turbulent sea of restless humanity

salty seaweed I swallowed

often substance until I'd eventually drown; sometimes praying: "just let me die!" as the cries and moans of my generational peers drone mournfully on and on

relentless groans crippling sanity with blinding fear
in;

stilled; did not swim.

Thus I landed a crumpled soul after being washed ashore by hateful waves that pummeled my body black, blue and sore.

No longer young and bold, though...

did not conceive I'd begun to abhor
life;

breeding within
a dark terrifying demon sowed doubts cast about existence
and "why's" thought senseless;

only supposedly
the "uneducated" adore.

But crawling along the sands, in time I wafted after
a wift of smoke, since of a craving for living the scent bespoke.

An ember did embed, indeed lodged
in my aching/bleeding member.

A message did hit; a spark then lit an elucidating light for me always to cherish;

since heard His Word
inscribed promises that stirred,

did not choke hope, as joy is abundantly preferred.

Yes, a flame ignited my frame: Eternal Life on a paradisiac earth prophetically proclaimed. No more wickedness the humble to harass.

Adamic death to be devoured.
The now courageous empowered; no longer cowering from various callous slave owners who thrashed them relentless.

Thus, beneath a brilliant Son's gaze, as life-inducing rays, I grew to be a rose, despite my thorns, to bloom among a bouquet of variant colored obedient righteously inclined ones.

Nevermore... to wearily wilt, then eventually wane
subsequently, even eternally . . . perish.

Based upon:
"For look! darkness will cover the earth
And thick gloom the nations;
But on you Jehovah will shine,
And on you his glory will be seen." Isaiah 60:2.

Eccl. 1:4; Psalm 37:9-11, 29; 2 Peter 3:13; Rev. 21:3, 4

Timely

Timely

by Lucretia Mccloud

(poem with copyright)

Despondent eyes
sought not beauty,

though,

bright, azure
daily skies,
land and seas

rose/rise

upon horizons
magnificent.

Yes,
weariness
caused admiration's

demise;

for heavens

lives
darkened;

thunder

drummed out
sorrow's cries

until,
the foretold
time

recognized
from within humble hearts

a light
bright

seen.

Mercy and undeserved kindness
careened like a rushing river
to thousands who heard
fulfillments of prophecies

by a Messiah,

first
to a people
few,

donning
chains to darkness
rattled by persecution,

pressure
prompted by horrific
coercion

through
religious institutions

used:

Satan and his demons
promoters

who fought to dam and deter

cleansing waters
which surged

to our time
divinely described

as multitudes
worldwide
are reclaimed from bondage to sin and death:

“‘And I will shake all the nations,

and the precious things
of all the nations
will come in."

A glorious

Eternal
Future

on a renewed earth
to joyously claim,

if
procured,

sought and bought,
and adorned

as a righteous garment,

not wrought
by haughtiness,

an arrogance

internationally
elevated;

demigods

individually
preferred--

Accurate knowledge,

through
an in-depth
study
of

God's Word

armoring one to withstand
the heat of the battle

till the end
of this violent wicked system

speedily
arrives.

Not diverted
by hatred promoted
swerves

like hands that switch tracks
to halt a fast-approaching train:

God's Kingdom
with Christ to reign.

A Government to which
truth-seekers
do loyally
serve

for

True Peace and Security
assuredly

to attain.

Yes...
a Righteous Rulership
to Real Justice

Maintain

by means of
Christ and 144, 000 co-rulers--

selected as representatives
of all mankind

by Jehovah God

Specially Ordained.

Based upon:

Haggai 2:7; John 17:3; Eph. 6:10, 11, 13.  © 44 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud   

Father Knows Best

Father Knows Best

by Lucretia Mccloud

(poem with copyright)

How can this be?...

"Whoever trusts in his own heart
is stupid."

Can this/does this
really apply

to me?... Surely,
permitting my heart to dictate
is no mistake!

Isn't this the advice a majority makes?

But, it is true,
the Creator does say:

"The heart
is more treacherous
than anything else

and is desperate.

Who can know it?"

So if it
I let lead... what exactly is at stake?

"The one who walks in wisdom

will escape."

Will escape what?

Is this not a question
on which all must meditate?

Yes,

since wisdom is a treasure
buried

that must be found

relying upon ones own introspection
may not prove reasonably sound

since admonished:

"Do not rely
on your own understanding.

In all your ways
take notice of him,

And he will make your paths straight."

So to,

"Trust in Jehovah
with all your heart,"

is the path well-lit
where the wise one

pronto

starts.

Searching the Holy Scriptures
will provide solid proof.

Causing sincere one's to promise:
"I will walk in your truth."

In time one needs to request:

"Unify my heart
to fear your name."

For Him to:

"Search through me, O God,
and know my heart.

Examine me,
and know my anxious
thoughts.

See whether there is in me any harmful way,
And lead me

in the way of eternity."

This
in utmost sincerity

I Petition; I Pray

in recognition
that

Our Father Knows Best.

Then imagine
this amazing reply:

"My son,

if your heart becomes wise,
then my own heart will rejoice."

Does not this personal attention
bring grateful tears to your eyes?

Psalm 86:11; 139:23, 24; Proverbs 23:15; 28:26; Jeremiah 17:9; Hebrews 4:12;  © a day ago, Lucretia Mccloud    family • friendship • hope • love • spiritual

I Sat A Queen

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

I
sat a queen

collectively
'we'

adorned in purple and silks red

not poly woven
or threaded

by willing/unwilling
members dreadfully scorned

their ensembles

humbled sackcloth and ashes
tattered

worn by laity

some tragically born

during centuries
of dark violent surrender.

Costly

yes, impressive
in our glorious dress of splendor

we did abide
in secreted hides

under carvings
of ornate gold.

No substance conveyed
as an opulent pretender.

Yes,

over the heads
of our self-imposed crowns
filled with jewels

desirable

to all hungry
of every gender

for whom
boldly we bought
from multi-merchants
who from far lands

sought

whatever our hearts
contrived to dream

so many could schmooze us
while we consorted

curiously curled
beneath duvets of feathers

titillated by sweet morsels
and once tender limbs

some squeamish
but other delighted
not to squirm

but to deliciously scream.

Ah, yes!

Protected,
we were by military teams
whose lives to their country
dutifully

they rendered

toting
artillery ammunition
in the fast
disappearing past

on two-wheeled
wooded
limbers.

I do remember:

I

sat a queen

collectively
'we'

deemed
to promote gaiety
wondrous

within realms of international
royalty

kings and princes
reigning
during variant

sovereignties
thunderous

while not perched on our heads

a crown of twisted thorns
by one mutilated

whose hands
professed multitudes

an uneducated
man of flesh

fed

his lips spoke
simple supposed

'truths'

about
ancient and future
stories

who

in useless
humility
read

about
some human forefathers
long dead

yet,

I

in theory
and all practiced tradition

led the world
straight ahead

although

it has been said

our teachings
'tickled the ears'
with patronizing
platitudes

instilling
crippling fears

causing
parents to offer
on nationalistic altars

offspring
who sadly bled
for greedy demons

thirsty for power,
money and blood

laughing and cruel.

Young adult children
taken

driven and schooled

yet,

in death or insanity

no honor for them
really served.

But really

didn't we give them
what they deserved?

Parades and accolades
metals and plots

and days of remembrance
for them

annually reserved?

Wickedness
is with the heathen one

food

for all of their brood

where war internal is there bred

and propaganda is the topping
worldwide being spread?

Why then this sudden display
to forcefully dismount us
from our religious throne?

And why
did the many
wait for this day

to our utter
death

in eternity lay?

Who gave this king
these very sharp teeth
to rip us to ribbons

to flutter in agony
and flail in defeat?

Why say

in a God-appointed hour
our systems were breached

when heard the cry:

"Get out of her my people!"
A international throng did preach.

'Be afraid to remain inside her gates
for surely you will die.'

They exposed to all
what we didn't call lies.

And why did the U.N.
sneakily conspire

then as one
powerfully
in unity

divinely act:

Our crown
to eternally
retire

when we operated
as one

contracted
in pact?

No more will we be able to interact

with kings
and commerce.

To riches aspire.

I
no longer
sit a queen
with a territory
vast or not
to bequeath.

*

The smoke
from her fire

ascends

as incense
to the heavens

to the One

whose name
she did not utter
in righteous defense.

In shame her actions
did her proclaim:

Harlot...Babylon the Great.

Killer of the prophets and holy ones
and all of those who have been slaughtered on the earth

her sad claim to destructive fame.

Inspired by: Suzanne Vega's The Queen and the Soldier

also:

"After this I saw another angel descending from heaven with great authority, and the earth was illuminated by his glory.

And he cried out with a strong voice, saying: “She has fallen! Babylon the Great has fallen, and she has become a dwelling place of demons and a place where every unclean spirit and every unclean and hated bird lurks!

For because of the wine of the passion of her sexual immorality, all the nations have fallen victim, and the kings of the earth committed sexual immorality with her, and the merchants of the earth became rich owing to the power of her shameless luxury.”

And I heard another voice out of heaven say: “Get out of her, my people, if you do not want to share with her in her sins, and if you do not want to receive part of her plagues.

For her sins have massed together clear up to heaven, and God has called her acts of injustice to mind.

Repay her in the way she treated others, yes, pay her back double for the things she has done; in the cup she has mixed, mix a double portion for her.

To the extent that she glorified herself and lived in shameless luxury, to that extent give her torment and mourning. For she keeps saying in her heart: ‘I sit as queen, and I am not a widow, and I will never see mourning.’

That is why in one day her plagues will come, death and mourning and famine, and she will be completely burned with fire, because Jehovah God, who judged her, is strong.

“And the kings of the earth who committed sexual immorality with her and lived with her in shameless luxury will weep and beat themselves in grief over her when they see the smoke from her burning.

They will stand at a distance because of their fear of her torment and say: ‘Too bad, too bad, you great city, Babylon you strong city, because in one hour your judgment has arrived!’

“Also, the merchants of the earth are weeping and mourning over her, because there is no one to buy their full cargo anymore, a full cargo of gold, silver, precious stones, pearls, fine linen, purple cloth, silk, and scarlet cloth; and everything made from scented wood; and every sort of object made from ivory, and from precious wood, copper, iron, and marble; also cinnamon, Indian spice, incense, perfumed oil, frankincense, wine, olive oil, fine flour, wheat, cattle, sheep, horses, carriages, slaves, and human lives.

Yes, the fine fruit that you desired has left you, and all the delicacies and the splendid things have vanished from you, never to be found again.

“The merchants who sold these things, who became rich from her, will stand at a distance because of their fear of her torment and will weep and mourn, saying: ‘Too bad, too bad, the great city, clothed with fine linen, purple, and scarlet and richly adorned with gold ornaments, precious stones, and pearls,
because in one hour such great riches have been devastated!’

“And every ship captain and every seafaring person and sailors and all those who make a living by the sea stood at a distance and cried out as they looked at the smoke from her burning and said: ‘What city is like the great city?’

They threw dust on their heads and cried out, weeping and mourning, and said: ‘Too bad, too bad, the great city, in which all those who had ships at sea became rich from her wealth, because in one hour she has been devastated!’

“Be glad over her, O heaven, also you holy ones and apostles and prophets, because God has pronounced his judgment on her in your behalf!”

And a strong angel lifted up a stone like a great millstone and hurled it into the sea, saying: “Thus with a swift pitch will Babylon the great city be hurled down, and she will never be found again.

And the sound of singers who accompany themselves on the harp, of musicians, of flutists, and of trumpeters will never be heard in you again. And no craftsman who practices any trade will ever be found in you again, and no sound of a millstone will ever be heard in you again.

No light of a lamp will ever shine in you again, and no voice of a bridegroom and of a bride will ever be heard in you again; for your merchants were the top-ranking men of the earth, and by your spiritistic practices all the nations were misled.

Yes, in her was found the blood of prophets and of holy ones and of all those who have been slaughtered on the earth.”

Revelation chapter 18  © an hour ago, Lucretia Mccloud    contest • spiritual • death

Royal Wear

Royal Wear

by Seah Greenhorn

( Poem with copyright ) 

 

Bought
'Truth'

is a garment
of Royal value.

Its threads
spun gold

worn over
a girdle of discipline

must never be sold.

With the pearls of wisdom
draping one's neck
tapping the heart
beneath one's breast

and the headdress of understanding
gracing one's thoughts

one is surely bedecked
in splendor

though in humility
walks.

"Buy truth and never sell it,
Also wisdom and discipline and understanding."
Proverbs 23:23  © 5 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud   spiritual • teen • misc • life • goalpl

Courage

COURAGE

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Outward
stance
displaying
inward
dance
on
fear.

Based upon: Meeting Today's Adversities With Courage ... http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2012764?q=courage&p=par  © 33 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    spiritual • teen • misc • pain • sad

The Mirror Speaks

The Mirror Speaks

by Seah Greenhorn 

( Poem with copyright ) 

Daily
accessible

once as polished stone,
bronze or copper, later tin,
silver, even gold. Hazy and thin.

Until the first century C.E.
when mirrored glass did us befriend.

Yes, to adjust or correct
the persona outward
reflecting impurities or beauty
buried within.

Not to
is a travesty.

Us in pretend,

since,
no one is perfect
'as is'

not needing a tweak, a redo
or makeover more profound:

reconstructive surgery
through-and-through.

The reflective surface,
like crystal water on a pristine lake
can help us improve
or erase a flaw or minor mistake

if not forgotten
the image we saw
before a swift and speedy withdraw.

If we don't defend it.
Don't let ourselves protect the raw.

If we turn away
without a thought
as if to say:
"I'm fine this or any given day"

then, question, the mirror,
it ought:

"Why then was I purchased?
For whom was I bought?"

Leaving it to symbolically spin its back
as we aggressively attempt to fend off
another's persona's verbal attacks
against our appearance. About our lacks.

So,

to examine the reflection is to refine;
is to put to good use a tool divine.

For contest: Get inspired by the painting of Rene Magritte  "Not to be reproduced"  © 35 minutes ago, Lucretia Mccloud    misc • teen • spiritual

Wasted?

Wasted?

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

My eyes detected dense smoke afar off.
Closer. My nose twitched; I began to choke.
Ground underneath me shook; it rattled.
Fear overtook. I curled--head to knees; then peeked.

Look! A ladder appeared from invisible overhead.
I gazed in confusion; then instead looked forward.
A strong voice suggested, "The rung! Take hold!"
Though, bold, I stay chained to a stupor. To No Safety Swung.

Common Sense Is like deodorant. The people who need it most Never use it. Common sense
Use the above quote as your inspiration

Eight lines minimum

No adult or profanity

I will add HM as needed.

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http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1200002176?q=common+sense&p=par© 27 days ago, Lucretia Mccloud    society • sad • spiritual • hope

Inevitable? No.

Inevitable? No.

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

As manure

on its surface--
the total earth

a universal war
to give due birth

to banquet feeding
vast birds to fill,

while cleansing lands of carcasses
grand and small. Young and old.
Consumed all:

Those tragically dead
who know
but hate to or don't abide.

Those who don't know
but by choice
decide

do show

The Creator

their hides,
backs stiff;
necks too.

Courses stubborn.
Apathetic.

His Government
sadly

flatly refused.

Leaving the Almighty
no other recourse.

Like fathers who love their disobedient children; but who must let go
of the reigns

to alcoholism, drugs and other detrimentals careening their offspring into future graves. As their other progeny, parents seek to save.

What other reasonable solution
for a God of justice, of wisdom,

who allowed an opportunity of 'freewill' to use

wisely or not?

Prideful human intelligence
craves

their own will to do.

So,

Time sped centuries
to gather ones whose
hearts abound
in love

to glow

in brotherhood upon a hill.

Seen
unity learned
values
still performed

instill

morality, loyalty, integrity.

Nasty words
thrown out of the dark cavern
of this old, but new
humanity

narcissistic in its extreme love
of self,

of temporary pleasures,

causing children and animals to scatter; then scream. Their blood sacrificed for sadistic means.

Then target, they, cowards
who hide their weakened minds inclined to kindness,

but whose soft spines bind them as victims enslaved

abused

left, self loathing.

Balled and curled in corners for hours and hours and hours without mental or physical power.

Thus to stay?

Or toting firepower to spray innocents
creating horrible headlines to international news relay.

We must pray

for one another
in sincerity
to find

gain strength
to stiffen or determine
who will win:

The one you want or need to be.
Or the one to others
your freedom's slayed.

Choose a way.

Don't just flow the path of bats blinded by their own suns, though surrounded by cats in shadowed caves mimicking,

then growls,

since lacking ability to garner a bright and fleeting light.
Meowing thoughts wildly into the wind to watch wobbly flights and hear echoes to rewind and twirl as whirlwinds wastefully spun or damage caused. Arrogantly done.

When day-to-day
evidence is at hand.

Delivered gracefully, without always pomp and circumstance.

Our lives denote purpose, not some random plan.

True,

beauty abounds in tragic art.
Fluid, liquid in dance displayed.
Sung and strummed upon various hearts.
Words of lost lovers that end in suicides or other equal darks.

Diversions

from a Future soon to come.

Time To Prepare.

Survival promised
for an unnumbered sum.

Plan intelligently.
Not like in Noah's day.

Do what you want after examining the proof. Not just do what others say.

It's Your Life
and your children's

you'll

Eternally Obtain
or Everlastingly

Lose.

Choose Life without further delay
On an Earth Renewed and Wonderfully designed
for Heartwarming work and leisurely play.

Deut. 30:15-20; 2 Thess. 1:6-10; Jer. 25:31-33; Rev. 7:
9, 10; 19:17-20.© 4 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud   

Intimate Friends

Intimate Friends

 

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

 

 

 

 

Sat still;

pondered
intently watched

did not scurry away
at the march of the ants
at ardent work,

not superfluous play.

So many species
delighted by their service

plants, butterflies,
insects and more.

I sit still

watch in my yard
where a gentle breeze
brought me outdoors to these

Ants in motion constant,
non-discreet.

Acacia trees
in friendship
ants keep

to destroy
threatening choking vines
discovered

as they patrol the grounds
of generously provided
hollowed home of thorns

rewarded by sweet nectar
divine. This union one blessed

kind.

Aphids too
love their companionship
dispensing
secreted

delicious honeydew

attached to ant antennas
aroused by a gentle stroking.

What appreciation,
what devotion

as ants nightly carry away aphids
then return them in daylight's rising
only to leaves
younger, more nourishing

saving older leaves to flourish another day.

What wisdom
partnerships

to humans display!

Too, the large blue butterflies, the red ants befriends

as caterpillars
in awkward stages
time to begin.

Before beautiful bodies do fly
ants to them do tend;
their reward: sugary excretions--
Not minimal. Not thin.

Emerging from chrysalis,
gently they fly

lovely flutterings
to please our wondrous eyes
in uplifted gaze
to the yellow sun

dackdropped
puffy clouds amid tranquil skies

as ant's nests
stay unharmed;
safe in gratitude

as mankind's
marvelous examples.

The Ant
created by means
of the Creator's holy spirit.
His magnificent and loving

Spiritual Arms.

Ant
Theme is Ant - a very small insect that lives under the ground in large and well-organized social groups. I hope it can inspire for writing poems.

Rules: No pre writes. All AP rules apply. My contest has no place for crudeness, profanity or lewdness, adult, or off-color humor.

Any style, any length, but please let it be inspired by the theme. I want you to be creative and think beyond. Happy writing!

Good luck.

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102005642?q=ant&p=par© 2 days ago, Lucretia Mccloud    nature • friendship