Monday, December 11, 2017

self destruct

Self-Destruct

So
This life
The trees, hills
Mountains, valleys,
Our human bodies
Things we deem important
Material possessions
Entire Earth and Universe
Are all set to self-destruct in time.
We whimper, longing for eternity. 

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Self-destruct

Self-Destruct

S o it seems like I should tear down the old and
E rect the new. I search through my mind and feel
L et down at the life I live. If I could do anything,
F orgetting finances and commitments, what would I
D o? I disappoint myself, not knowing the answer.
E ven though it has been my own decisions that
S ent me to this point, I’m not truly happy and I
T ruly need to make some changes in my life, but I
R eturn to the question: What makes me happy? If I
U nderstand correctly, my happiness is not most
C rucial. What makes God happy? Does He want me
T o be content with the mundane? So, I seek You, Lord. 

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Whosoever

Whosoever Comes to Their Senses

Whosoever surely meaneth me
says the old hymn, pointing out
that God longs for everyone,
like the prodigal son, to come
to their senses and run straight
into His welcoming embrace
and enjoy the benefits and
pleasures of being His child.

Friday, December 8, 2017

Triangle

The Trinity

There’s nothing more that blesses me
Than knowing the sweet Trinity
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost
To them I honor and love the most.
The Father’s loving eyes on me
Gives me hope and assurity
The Son’s precious sacrifice
Makes me wonder at my price
The Holy Ghost’s calming me
Gives me hope that sets me free
I worship and adore the Three
And look so forward to eternity. 

Thursday, December 7, 2017

PA complicit

Complicit?

Enabling loved ones
to destroy themselves
with bad habits.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

triangle

Triangle

T riangle with three sides and three angles
R eally amazing that it’s a whole branch of math
I sosceles, right, obtuse, equilateral, scalene,
A cute. And then there’s sine, cosine, tangent, and
N ever forget Pythagorean’s theorem, a2 + b2 = c2  
G ood grief, I’ve left trigonometry back in high school,
L ayered somewhere back in my brain along with
E uler and Newton. The numbers don’t add up anymore.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Disguise

Renewed

The old man
Clothes himself in Jesus
Putting on love, peace, patience,
Gentleness, kindness, perseverance
Discovering a new life
Or simply disguising the old one?

Monday, December 4, 2017

Disguise

In Hiding

What would it be like
to go into witness protection program?
Casting off the old life
and wearing a new one.
Change of name, location, job,
Even friends, family, past history
Would a person come out better?
Or worse? Or just different?

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Disguise

Disguise

D eliberately taking on another persona
I mitating someone or something else
S imply forgetting who you really are
G lad to explore other facets of life
U nderstanding how to think another way
I nitiating creative thoughts into personality
S upposing that there are other ways to live
E ventually discovering the real you 

Saturday, December 2, 2017

New Day

New Day

Sometimes I feel like
I’m paddling upstream
in my little row boat.
Lord, be my motor.

Let this be a new day.

Friday, December 1, 2017

acrostic

New Day

N ow begins a new day.
E mbrace it with enthusiasm.
W hen you begin a

D ay, it’s like taking kids on a long trip.
A nd it can go well or not. It’s up to
Y ou. It goes better when you’re not quarrelsome.

PAD 30 Back in the day

The Good Old Days

In the good old days,
when his voice boomed
as he strummed his guitar
and everyone sang along.

When his strong arms
held me and I felt safe.
When he walked in long strides
with a little bounce in his step.

When his penmanship was beautiful
and he’d tell how his teacher
used to make him demonstrate
for other kids to learn.

Seems odd that good old days
were only a few months ago.
Before the stroke.


PAD 29 Response

Headlines

Canal drained after 200 years.
Remarkable items uncovered.
I hate misleading headlines.
It was a 200 year-old-canal
drained after only fifteen years.
All they found was beer bottles,
bicycles and an old toilet.
Remarkable? Not very. 

PAD 28 Love

Love

L ord, Your love leads us to
O vercome hate and evil
V ictoriously. Let Your love
E merge in kindness toward others.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

PAD 27 blank of blank

The Year of 2017

So many ups and downs
Back-and-forths
Leaping over hurdles
Getting smacked by circumstances
I feel like a ping pong ball

Sunday, November 26, 2017

PAD 26 Shine


Sometimes the sun will shine in all its brilliance
Sometime the sun will hide behind the clouds
The sun’s still the sun despite its disappearance
Sometimes the sun will shine in all its brilliance
So though I may seem in incompliance
I’m still me though I avoid the crowds
Sometimes the sun will shine in all its brilliance
Sometimes the sun will hide behind the clouds

November 25, 2017 PAD 25 remix

One More to Go

So far I’ve traveled to forty-nine states
All but Hawaii left to discover
I’m glad to say we have reserved the dates
I’ll go with sisters, but not my lover
And my daughter, too, but not her brother
We will swim at the beach at Waikiki
There will be so much to do and to see
Touring and luaus will be so thrilling
I might even buy a ukulele
I sure do hope that the Lord is willing


Zero to Go

At last, I’ve traveled to all fifty states
Lovely Hawaii, last to discover
We went in October, those reserved dates
I with my sisters, but not my lover
And my daughter, too, but not her brother
We all swam at the beach at Waikiki
There was so much to do, enjoy, and see
Touring and luaus were all so thrilling
And I even bought a ukulele
I am so glad that the Lord was willing

Friday, November 24, 2017

PAD 24 How I'll be remembered


Here Lies Connie

A little smart
A little dumb
A little cheerful
A little glum

A little kind
A little mean
A little pro
A little green

A little humble
A little proud
A little quiet
A little loud

A little helpful
A little lazy
A little wise
A little crazy

A little funny
A little sad
A little good
A little bad

A lot of a little
Seems to fit
I guess I’ll miss her
A little bit. 

Thursday, November 23, 2017

PAD 23 Preface

Hawaii Eve

Similar to Christmas Eve
Anticipation
Final acts of preparation
And you know how ever great it is,
you’ll be looking back at it
before you know it.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

PAD 22 New Day

New Day

You can’t start from where you were.
You must begin right where you’re at.
Even if do-overs you’d prefer.
You can’t start from where you were.
Simple logic must concur.
You can’t step back into the past.
You can’t start from where you were.
You must begin right where you’re at.





Tuesday, November 21, 2017

PAD 21 construction

This is me
trying to construct a poem.
Never mind the foundation
I can’t get past
the hole in the ground.

PAD 20 What I Learned

I learned something,
but whatever I learned
I forgot.

PAD 19 Abundant

Oahu

A mple supply of pineapple
B ountiful plant life
U nlimited ocean
N ever ending aloha spirit
D iverse people groups
A lot of dancing
N umerous luaus
T remendous fun

Saturday, November 18, 2017

PAD 18 Good for Nothing

Treasures

I found my boarding pass
to go to Hawaii. Seems odd
that something I paid so much for
and had guarded carefully on the trip
is now good for nothing.
I tossed it into the trash
with greater appreciation
for those things unseen.

Friday, November 17, 2017

PAD 17 What I Meant to Say

Thoughtless

What I meant to say
to the doorman
of our Oahu hotel
was thank you, we
had a great time and
tip him for his troubles.
But an invisible barrier
materialized between us
and feeling awkward
I said and did nothing.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

PAD 16 A poem to the world

Dear World,

They call Hawaii Paradise
and I’m sure it bears a resemblance.
But dear world, even Hawaii,
is a far cry from Heaven.

World, you give us comforts and joys.
Exciting things to see and do.
In you, we have feelings of purpose
as we go about our work.

We have friends and family
we don’t want to ever leave.

When I was dating my, then, boyfriend
long distance, I busied myself
in Pennsylvania while he was in Wyoming.
I made the best of it, but I belonged with him.

And that’s how it is with you, World.
You are not my home. Heaven is.
I belong with Jesus
and everyone there.

Two thousand miles separated me
 from my husband-to-be.
The distance between Heaven and Earth
can’t be measured.

But it’s only a heartbeat away.
For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. Philippians 1:21

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

PAD 15 Stranger

Hawaii
Aloha spirit
Ohana
Family
Treat strangers as if they’re friends
Love and compassion

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

PAD Day 14 sonnet

Fifty Before Sixty

Was Pennsylvania-born, one autumn night.
Remained until a little less than eight.
The seven of us packed in car so tight
To Delaware, a flat and sandy state.

A choir tour then took me down the coast,  
Through Alabama and up Tennessee.
Then later added Northeast to my boast.
Wyoming! There I met my groom to be.

Moved to Nebraska for a year two.
And then in Colorado where I’m now.
From there, the western half I have gone through,
And cruised Alaska, so keeping a vow.

Then, visiting Hawaii, I made fifty.
And so, I met my goal at not yet sixty. 

Monday, November 13, 2017

PAD Day 13 City

Honolulu

Leis
Luaus
Hula dancers
Lost tourists
Relaxing beaches
Sunshine, showers, rainbows
Palms, banyan and monkey trees
King Kamehameha Statue
Tall hotels, busy streets, tempting shops
Swimming, surfing, paddle boarding in waves 

Sunday, November 12, 2017

PAD 12 transformation

Polynesian Culture Center

We were transformed
into a brightly-colored
walking flower patch
wearing red, blue, or
yellow plastic ponchos
padding in the rain
like a bunch of ducks
as we learned about
Polynesian culture.
We absorbed a lot
of facts, watched
many hula dancers,
tried poi and games,
but I remember
the rain the most,
good to the last drip. 

Saturday, November 11, 2017

PAD 11 unlucky


Beyond Luck

It’s hard to feel unlucky
lying on a sandy beach
listening to the waves roll in
and laughter as people play.

It’s hard to feel unlucky
when everything is going right.
But eventually, like sand in an hour glass,
Luck runs out.

Better to be blessed than lucky.
Blessing goes beyond luck.
Blessing carries you
through unlucky times. 

Friday, November 10, 2017

PAD Day 10

Going Somewhere

G randiose expectations
O pen dreaming
I magining the best
N ever thinking the worst
G oing

S omewhere
O nline scheming
M ay be the best trip yet        
E ntering numbers
W ardrobe lacking
H aving fun shopping
E merging with bargains
R eservations, tickets, schedule
E verything is in place. Hawaii, here we come.