Friday, February 28, 2014

exercise from Artist Way

Sky Blue
I am clear and pure.
Adventurous and exciting.
Open for planes
and hot air balloons to float in.
Trees and mountains to reach
Willing to play second fiddle
for clouds to carry their rain
and rainbows to shine their colors of hope. 

Thursday, February 27, 2014

A prayer

Spiritual Overhaul

Thank You, Lord,
for speaking to me.
May I hear better.
Thank You for answering my prayers.
May I recognize them more readily
and be more  grateful.
Thank You for loving me.
May I “pay you back”
by loving others,
even when I don’t want to.
Help me not be a snob against others,
and help me forgive those who practice
snobbery against me.
Lord, change and soften my heart.
Grant me words that will unify others
and glorify Your name.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

poetic asides My ...

My Travels

Wander lust
All states minus one
Cross country
Many times
Wore a path on I80
Hawaii awaits

Creative Bloomings found poetry

Why I write?
Take pen and paper
Answer it
Even lie
Answer it as though you know
Don’t think about it

(from Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg)

Monday, February 24, 2014

Wordle: direct, path, call, table, care


Direct me, Lord, please, lead the way
on the straight path you want today.
At times I feel confused and lost.
I hear Your call and count the cost.
I’ll table my desires now,
and live for You. Please, show me how
to care and love like Jesus did.
For in His heart Your Word He hid.
He met the needs of folks he met.
To love like Him this is my debt. 

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Poetic Bloomings Personification

My tea pot like a portly host
Of her I will most gladly boast
She cannot clearly speak
She calls me with a shriek
Then graciously serves tea with toast 

Saturday, February 22, 2014

worship poem

Drawing Near

Lord, I thirst for Your love, for Your presence so dear.
Yes, I feel I am fine when You surely draw near.
I’m ashamed of some things I have thought, said and done,
and I ask for forgiveness for each single one.
Lord, I trust that You’re faithful to hear my request.
And regarding forgiveness, yes, You are the best.
Loving Father, please heal me and make my heart clean,
for on You I will always depend, wait and lean.
So with joy I will praise You for being so good
and for grace that You give me to live as I should.
With excitement, I plan and will live out this day
for I know You are with me each step of the way.
So I thank You for Jesus who came long ago
and Your Spirit who guides me in His gentle flow.
As in Heaven, let Your will be done on this earth
and may all come to know of the spiritual birth.
I look forward to Glory where I’ll always be
with my loved ones and You, the divine Trinity.

Friday, February 21, 2014

luc bat


At times I’m in a rush
and out my words will gush so fast,
but when the surge is past,
I look and o alas, the form
did not come out the norm.
And then my brain will storm anew,
so this is what I do.
Though ideas are few, I try
to set my ideals high,
and out the words will fly again.
Okay, it’s fine so then
I will end the poem when it’s done. 

Thursday, February 20, 2014

another luc bat mutant and hand held


I hold in my right hand
a Kindle named by brand to read
so many things I need and want.
And then to left and front, I hold
my slightly beat up, old laptop.
From Kindle I then hop to it;
I hear prerequisite loud ding
‘cause Words With Friends the thing I play
so often night and day.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Another hand held poem

Wondrous Friend

Sometimes I look over my shoulder, fearing I’ll offend You,
or I fall on my knees before You because I’m not worthy,
or I follow behind You, trying to walk in Your steps.
But You said, “I no longer call you servants, but friends.”
Help me remember, and walk hand in hand with You. 

Poetic Asides Hand held

Hand-Held Security
My client has poor depth perception.
Checked tiles terrify him.
Patterned carpets confuse him.
Flowered rugs make him hesitant.
Steps, objects, curbs hinder his progress.
As he holds my hand, he becomes confident,
and I wonder what his world looks like.

Poetic Blooms Luc Bat mutant

Cooked Goose

The large Canada goose
runs wildly on the loose, head down,
quickly covering ground. I run.
My hair becomes undone. “Hiss,hiss!”
The goose makes noise like this. I scream.  
And leap just like a dream, but land
in a place so unplanned, the pond.
Of mud I am not fond. I sink.
My goose is cooked, I think.

Monday, February 17, 2014


Holy Esteem

Do you know that feeling
of unworthiness,
inadequacy, failure?
The Holy Spirit is the opposite.

He does not nag, nitpick, needle.
He doesn’t lambast your soul,
knock down your self esteem,
judge or condemn you.

He builds up, comforts and
corrects when necessary,
but in a gentle, loving way.

Come Holy Spirit,
drive out the inner critic
and help me see myself
as God sees me.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Poetic Bloomings Choose a Title

A Waltz of Words

From the time I get up, yes, I waltz with my words.
And at times, they are shy, oh, I know it’s absurd.
On occasion, they flirt like a southern belle.
With wide smiles, words invite and still others repel.

But their dance is so lovely I keep coming back.
Though I step on their toes, I develop a knack.
Like a lover with hand on a slim, dainty waist,
I can guide in a whirl either slow or in haste.

And our laughter’s contagious, soon others around
Begin clapping in time to their rhythm and sound.
In the evening, exhausted, we bid all adieu,
Till the morning sun rises and we waltz anew. 

Friday, February 14, 2014


Feeling old and stale
Can something stimulate me?
Time for cup of tea

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Poetic Asides hair

In His Care
(from Matthew 10:28-30 and Luke 12:6-7)

Are not five sparrows worth two cents?
Yet, God remembers one and all.
His care is loving and intense,
And knows when even sparrows fall.

You are worth more than little birds.
He counts your hair; it’s in His Words.
And whether bald, or have much hair,
You do remain in Father’s care. 

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Creative Bloomings Rispetto

Fairy Dance

The moon beams bright tonight
Blue fairies dance on tippy toes
Their song is true, their mood is light
Their beauty as a dainty rose

And when the morning sun rays shine
Their presence doesn't leave a sign
They’re tucked in ferns along the streams
And dreaming little fairy dreams 

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Morning Prayer

Supernaturally Good

You know that feeling you get
when you hear of ghosts,
aliens, Sasquatch?
The Holy Spirit is the opposite.

Come Holy Spirit!
Chase away my fears,
stress, inner turmoil.
Fill me with Your love,
peace, comfort.

Very much unlike things
that go bump in the night,
You are light, life, joy and hope.
I set my heart and mind on You. 

Monday, February 10, 2014



Building snowmen and snow forts
Building little boats to sail down the creek
Building tree houses and obstacle courses
Building leaf piles to jump in
Building Kids

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Poetic Bloomings tribute to writer

“I’m Gonna Sing”

Thanks, Bill and Gloria Gaither,
for being so prolific,
700 songs and counting.
Growing up in the Lord
to tunes like “Because He Lives,”
“Something Beautiful,”
“He Touched Me”
helped solidify my faith.
I pray that my poems,
songs and stories
do the same for others. 

Saturday, February 8, 2014


Catching Crawdads

The crawdad zipped past my bare toes
And wriggled under rocks.
I turned one over and caught him
And put him in a box.
I watched him scramble to get out
Up slippery, straight sides.
Then I dumped him back in the creek
To scurry off and hide.  

PB Bloomings Renga

Seasons of the Bride of Christ
Connie Peters and Darlene Franklin

The world wears white lace
Underneath a steel gray sky
Speaking the Lord’s grace     

Icicles weave silver thread
Winter’s gown for snow-cleansed bride 

Bright colors abound
Life bursts forth in trees and fields 
Air quickens with sound

God’s love spears bridal prism
Rainbow shards contagion spread 

Earth, water and sun
New growth and activity
Labor, joy and fun

White no longer, earthen arms
Toil ‘til every tongue sings praise

Mature red orange leaves 
Beauty adrift on light wind
Patiently the ground receives

Creation slumbers, the bride
Keeps watch.  See! The King is come! 

Friday, February 7, 2014

"small stone"

Morning Ritual

She approaches from the left,
her kitty ears twitching,
her paws tentatively moving forward.
She’s just not getting what I’m doing
with this glowing box on my lap.
She sits on my arm.
I feel her purring while I type.
Now, that she’s comfortable
and this poem of sorts is done,
I hate to disturb her,
but my arm’s falling asleep.


Residual Joy

A beach trip memory, my child
Enthralled with waves and sand and fun
Red swimsuit drooping in the sun
And splashing in the surf, so wild
Adventuring past knees, so brave
Then running, screaming from a wave
Today, I thought of this and smiled. 

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Poetic Asides Work

Working at Home

Do you work they ask?
Meaning outside the home.
If I say no it sounds like I
sit around and eat
proverbial bonbons all day,
whatever bonbons are.
Yeah, I work like a slave,
when I’m not at the rec center,
having lunch with a friend,
or a out on a shopping trip.
I can do what I want,
as long as I’m not busy
with what I don’t want.
Can get lazy, crazy,
unorganized, obsessive,
tangled and tied up
with projects hither to yon.
I feel like I’m never done.
Can’t clock in and clock out
and leave the work behind,
but I like my coworkers
and have a great boss. 

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

one of ten ideas

Love’s a Breeze

The casual smiles,
the uncommon courtesy,
the bumps as they bustled about,
like a gentle sea breeze,
so faint, she wasn't really sure
it was love she was sensing,
until, like a parasailer
she was caught up in the sky. 

Monday, February 3, 2014


In Passing

She jogged past the elderly couple every day.
She’d often nod her head, smile and wave.
But one day, as the sun set she was sad to see
the woman, alone, in obvious misery.
The jogger, compelled, sat by the woman’s side.
The gray-haired lady leaned into her side and cried.
After that, the jogger saw her no more, until one day
when she saw the woman and some children at play.
The widow smiled and waved and came over to her there.
She said, “Thank you for being one to care.
The jogger said, “I’m glad to see you smiling again.”
The woman said, “I keep his memory any way I can.
I tell these children stories of the things my David did,
and now I can see him in each and every kid.” 

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Creative Bloomings What could happen to bad people.


Like water dripping
from the rain gutter
wearing down
the rock underneath,
guilt beat a rhythm
in his mind,
until he had to show them the rock
which marked the grave.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

wordle: Forgot, under, store, read, safely, train, dress, entire, grand, optimistic

The Girl Under the Bridge

Time forgot the girl under the bridge in rough terrain.
The nearby store would give her food and a newspaper to read.
She’d dream of escaping her world, safely by train.
She’d wear a clean, fancy dress through the entire deed.
Her ideas were grand, optimistic, everything to gain.
But time forgot the girl under the bridge in rough terrain.
The nearby store would give her food and a newspaper to read.