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Shirley Satterfield 
by: Shirley Satterfield
Let’s keep our eyes
On the radiating light,
And “not be weary in well-doing.”
Let’s continue in our goodness fight
And spurn our chronic boo-hooing.
His rewards are in His hand for the faithful man,
Hear Oh man the bird of peace is cooing.
He’s coming soon so do not swoon,
Oh faithful one,
You are His bride, His special Hon.
by: Shirley Satterfield
Beneficial Rains ☔️
Here come the beneficial morning rains,
To liven up the world,
To bring color to the grasses and the roses.
They mitigate the pain
Of a midsummer drought resistance
As a flock of high birds
Disappear into the distance.
Now let’s just savor
Evey little drop of nature’s favor.
Time for Mankind is short.
by: Shirley Satterfield
Seeds of Rain ☔️
Sowing seeds of rain
In the silence of the sky.
Doing deeds of love with no outcry.
The children of the Lord
Are outlanders in the earth.
He who comes in last
Will someday come in first.
Sowing seeds of rain
In the silence of the sky.
The children of the Lord
Are those who out-lie
The majority of giant stars
That cluster on high.
by: Shirley Satterfield
Godly Dreams 🎲
Let’s just go for our godly dreams.
Closed doors are not what they seem.
Little Master Branson dreamed of going to space.
Took him a lifetime of try to finish that race.
Mary of old sat at Jesus feet;
Dreamed of hearing the Rabbi speak.
Women in the kitchen for thousands of years, never hearing the Word of God dear.
Jesus elevated womanhood that day
In a daring flamboyant patience display.
With God time is not of the essence
As He targets down His manifold blessings.
God’s child has worked hard to settle for just one square
When four squares are available for those who accept failure’s incomparable dare.
by: Shirley Satterfield
Wholeness 🏝 👩🏻
I am a woman of vivid and intense emotion,
But it’s God who moves my choppy ocean
Towards a more peaceful shore.
A more peaceful shore
That has a golden beach in store
To calm my stormy soul.
He always makes me whole.
He settles my chaffing spirit.
Here come the gentle trade winds now.
Don’t you now hear it?
by: Shirley Satterfield
The Rebuilder 🏙
The man hit me
Right in the eye of my character and
Destroyed the foundations of my identity.
Lord, You are a carpenter.
Please shore up the foundation of my soul
And reconstruct me from the ground up.
Rebuild me as I look to Jesus everyday
“The Author and Finisher of my faith.”
His purposes for us humans
will not be thwarted
As He lays one brick upon another.
He is our divinely begotten older Brother.
by: Shirley Satterfield
He Blows Away my Bloody Sin 🩸
It has been said
That I am not enough.
And maybe that is so-
For no, I am not all efficient,
But He is all sufficient
Completely omniscient.
For like a Barabbas of old
My sins were stacked high
In a carnal sheepfold.
And if Mary, of Magdalene fame
Had seven devils
Then I had one more,
But Jesus,
He saved me to my core.
So, if I am not enough,
Well, He is much, much more.
He begins where I end.
(For my shattered soul He made amends).
He made amends for me
Up on the cross.
He blows away my heavy dross.
With the ebb and flow
Of the Spirit’s wind
He expelled the Holy breath within.
He blows away my bloody sin.
by: Shirley Satterfield
The Seed💫 ⭐️
You can bury a star-seed
Deep into the miry ground.
You can put one in a silent tomb,
But you cannot keep one down.
They will spring up to meet the midnight sky,
Although you make a star-seed cry
With an avalanche of unkind words
Which will never make one die.
They will spring up
From the silent grave
From which there is no sound.
They will spring up
To wear God’s starry crown.
The silent tomb
Only proves to be
The star-seed’s succoring womb
From which heaven’s life resounds.
by: Shirley Satterfield
Unction 🔥
Stoke the fires of my love, dear Lord,
And give me greater faith.
Faith is but a rod we cast at Pharaoh’s feet, as Satan we defeat.
Satan, let my people go
And let them pass through safe.
Loose them from the chains of the world and the bands of spiritual sin.
Put unction in our gumption in the gaps that lie within.
by: Shirley Satterfield
Care Everywhere 🌳 🌳 🌳
Father, I thank you for the abundance of this day,
The endless blue sky above me,
The many green trees that surround me.
The two tender red buds on my rose bush,
The countless blades of grass in the yard.
Can you count the blades of grass under your toes?
Lord, I know that abundance is everywhere that is reached by your care
Which is really here and over there.
by: Shirley Satterfield
Really Livin 🏡
If you’re sittin on the porch and soaking up the sun,
And having small talk fun
With a dear loved one,
You’re really livin.
If you’re at the NASCAR race
And the cars are keeping pace
And the wrecks are really safe,
You’re really livin.
If you’re at the local cafe
And the food has made your day,
And you have enough to pay,
You’re really livin.
If by small stuff you are driven
And to God you’re also giving,
You’re really livin.
by: Shirley Satterfield
The Godsends 🦅 🦅 🦅 🎨
God sends His birds every morning,
Blue birds
And red birds,
Black birds and brown,
Then multicolored birds, bright,
As if dipped in the Artiste’s palette.
Brown birds though are common flyers,
Not the color of a feather dearth.
Each one unique in it’s own way,
Each one deserves it’s worth.
The common birds are the color of the common sod
Of a common Mother Earth.
Hey you, have you ever had your heart broken? Don’t answer that. It may surprise you but it is one cliche that sinks in deep to our very core. I’d like to narrate my own fair share in this venture called a heartbreak- i really want to- but i think it is best i adorn it with poetry and this beautiful song, a heartbreak, by Angus and Julia Stone.
This is DAILY WISDOM WORDS MUSIC WRITING EXERCISE, a special sunday edition with your host, ABUH MONDAY ENEOJO. Participating is easy and quick. All you have to do is;
Remember, it does not count if you do not invite someone to the writing exercise. Let’s do this! ✍🎶
The Hebrew scriptures teach that there is a season for everything and a new season is dawning in my life, retirement. I have a milestone birthday coming up and I simply want to spend more time with my husband, my local friends and to write poetry for my local newspaper, the Gazette Virginian. However, I will still be contributing to Community Corner as long as dailywisdomwords.com exists and Samantha is willing.
I would like to thank Samantha for all her hard work on this amazing website, for giving me a space here to express myself, and for just being my friend. I hope that she will call me from time to time. I also want to thank Neel for his kind support. And also I want to thank all the amazing authors that I have had the privilege to interview in person for this site; you all always made my day! Lastly, I want to wish Monday well in his career as social media director and podcaster.
I will be praying for you all.
by: Shirley Satterfield
The Rest of God 🕊
I do believe
In the serendipitous will of God,
Supernatural steps firmly ordered
By the Lord through
A life in His accord.
These days are numbered
In a heart un-encumbered by
Worried care.
It’s the rest of God as
His guest in Zion so fair.
How Wise Reader’s Interpret Poetry
We are moving a bit from the biographies of great poets and authors to the interpretation of their works, although the stories of today’s great authors have yet to be fully written and yet to come. Today we are going to look at the basics of the interpretation of poetry from a simple checklist that I have found on Google, which I will expound upon of course from my own experience reading poetry. Then we will take a look at a poem by our very own Alexis Karpouzos for a brief interpretation following this outline.
1. Read the poem over in it’s entirety to get the feel and overall meaning of the poem. Often to get the full “feel” and meaning of a poem, you must read it two times silently and once out loud to hear the sound of it.
2. Look for the imagery and give some thought the meaning of it to get the full meaning of the poem. And that’s the thing about poetry, it requires some thought (and you may even want to look up a term or two to get understanding), but although you don’t have to be a genus to understand, it does takes a little work to “suck that marrow from the bone” (Walt Whitman).
3. Look for the symbols. A symbol is a person, place or thing that stands for something bigger than itself. For instance, an egg could be a symbol fertility, but I personally use it as a symbol of the self, or more specifically a fragile boundary of self, with the self being closed in and not free inside the egg.
4. Look at the poets choice of words. Look at not only their on the surface definitions, but look in depth at what the particular word is associated with, IT’S CONNOTATIONS. For instance I ran across a rather humorous poem once that highlighted the difference between the two interchangeable words of “naked” and “nude”. In other words, “naked” is more to be ashamed while nude is itself quite bold! Keep in mind though that some post-modern poets selfishly use their own private vocabularies and don’t give a flip if you understand it or not, so you just have to read into it your own thoughts just as you would look ar an abstract painting.
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Using the above outline, I will interpret the following poem by alexis karpouzos.
The Shuddering of the Heavens
Listen, if stars are still lit it means there is someone who needs them. It means someone wants to love,
Why then do we feel so much pain and heaviness of heart?
are we waiting for something, regretting anything?
To whom I can strech out my hand in the somber desert ? Who will accompany me on the empty night?
Who will give me a fiery day?
Who will bring back the sea that left?
No hope here. Torment is certain.
Without sacredness in the emptiness of this world of ours, the heart of man fades like a flower.
Suddenly, the shuddering of the heavens penetrating my soul, Oh never let the parting sun, no star is ever lost we once have seen. the long rains will continue to fall.
This is a poem about the destruction and desecration of nature by mankind and a man’s own soul and his regrets about the things he’s lost. So the overall feel of this poem is one of sadness and foreboding. I know this poet and the respect that he has for nature and the repeated warnings he has given us in his writings regarding mankind’s poor stewardship of the planet that even heaven shudders at the sight of it, In his imagery and his specific choice of words he likens the world to “a somber desert” and life on earth to “an empty night” in the wake of mankind’s failure to hold nature sacred in a world where man’s hope “fades like a flower”.
I think this particular images denotes the relative temporary estate of the human race in creation compared with the stars that are never lost and the “long rains that continue to fall”. However, I think the poet is also saying that although there are people like himself in the world who still desire to love, he does not hold out much hope to see another “fiery day” or that the sea that has left is ever coming back. In short, mankind has pushed his own creation on earth to the point of no return and that he has basically lost not only his hope, but his spirituality as well, he has lost all sense of sacredness.
by: Shirley Satterfield
The Black Sand Beach 🏝 🔥
I was at a black sand beach,
At the very shoreline
Where liquid fire lapped my feet.
But God rescued me.
He rescued me.
The amber sea gaped open
To swallow my limbs and torso,
For the bowels of a worm
Awaited my departure from the sand.
But God rescued me.
He rescued me.
My eyes were about to dim
In the orange darkness,
As the light was about to flee.
But God rescued me.
He rescued me.
My mind threatened to go extinct
In the flickering foam.
But God rescued me.
He rescued me.
He rescued me from all hell’s bells.
Being thankful for all that God has done and will still do is necessary. You may not know how it faces degradation everyday but it does.
The song you will listen to today may be the kind you immediately discard. Try to atleast listen to the lyrics of the song. I assure you, you will love it and probably be thankful.
You are welcome to Daily Wisdom Words Music Prompt. I am Abuh Monday Eneojo. I will be your host.
by: Shirley Satterfield
Low Self Esteem🫂
(It’s Mental Health Awarenss Month)
What is low self esteem but the flip side of pride?
What is pride but the flip side of low self esteem?
This means a shattered ego in a family full of rods;
It’s an ego asserting itself against all odds.
What is the flip side of pride but a product of familial apartheid.
A little baby sadly set aside.
by: Shirley Satterfield
Social Anxiety
Oh my,
I feel like a grasshopper in a field full of praying-mantis,
Statuesque, tall insects towering
over me in their eerie magnificence.
I feel thusly insignificant always and
Today.
Why oh why did they lead me so astray?
It always helps an author in his or her quest to market books to earn credentials and win accolades since reputation and creditability for a writer is important And the Pulitzer :Prize for American writers is about top of the line and seems like only a remote possibility for most of us. However, what most “ordinary” writers don’t know is that the competition is open to all American citizens, including indie authors who self publish on platforms such as lulu.com and Amazon KDP. So, all you really risk when you enter your little masterpiece is your $75.00 entry fee and a few minutes of disappointment if you don’t win. But like the proverb goes “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” So go for it, indie poet or author, if you think you wrote a masterpiece, because you never know, for I personally had an “ordinary” English teacher at community college once who won the coveted prize.
All the categories and guidelines are simple. There are five main categories; Journalism, excellence in community service, Drama, Music and Letters. Most of us as poets and indie authors would have an interest in entering a submission under the category of Letters which is divided in the categories of Fiction, Non-Fiction, Biography, and Poetry. Poetry must be submitted as a collection in a book length manuscript. The book must be submitted on or after January 1 in the same year that it is published. Their preferred deadline for submission is June 4, but they accept submissions on up to October 1 of the same year in which it is published. The website address for your book submissions is https://bdmentrysite.org, and be prepared to write three essays when you log in; a short biography about yourself, a detailed description of your book, and the objectives you were trying to achieve by writing your book. Finally, your book must be published by an American publisher or a foreign publisher that has an American editorial presence. The prize for the winners in the Letters category is $15,000. So, go for it indie authors, and lets put our indelible mark on history. The 2027 winners are going to be announced on June 11 this year, and I will be blogging about the poetry winner.
The Pulitzer Prize was instituted in 1917 by Joseph Pulitzer who was the publisher of the New York World and who was himself a naturalized citizen of the United States from Hungary. The prizes are administered at Columbia University by 20 juries of 5 people for each category to choose the finalists, and 17 people make up the board who choose the final winners. The names of the finalists who did not win the prize are also announced publicly which is also a great honor for any writer. Now keep in mind that this is a long term goal, so be patient, and I am going to tell you exactly what I told myself regarding realizing such a lofty dream, ‘Lottsa luck old girl!’ It’s a long shot I know, but great things can be done by people who are willing to take long shots such as my lowly community college English teacher. She was such an inspiration!
Poets and writers don’t forget to enter our own DailyWisdomWords Spring poetry contest today and be honored by us, your friends and poetry peers.