Poetic Asides Tomorrow 2

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

Yesterday fades into history.

Tomorrow remains a mystery.

Today we’re tasked to make it count

and we wonder what it’s all about.

To love God and love others

mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers

to the best of our abilities

though we have our inadequacies.

Perhaps we’ll have another chance…

tomorrow.

Poetic Asides Tomorrow 1

Tomorrow

T ime ticks the day away.

O ne barely notices.

M any tomorrows.

O ne day at a time.

R eminding us

R egarding the inevitable,

O ne day there

W ill be no more tomorrows.

Monotetra

Till Next Time

(a monotetra)

Packed up, gassed up then on I went

Four fifty miles, seven hours spent

This has become common event

I am content, I am content.

To see my daughter and my son

Go here and there have lots of fun

Exhausted when we are all done

Play cards till one, play cards till one

We shopped and looked for quaint antiques

We could do that for many weeks

For books my daughter often seeks

We’re reading freaks, we’re reading freaks

One day, we exercised at pool

It was a nice way to get cool

In Phoenix, heat makes you a fool

It can be cruel, it can be cruel

                                                         

They go to work and then I clean

Three cats with hair make things obscene

So suck it up, vacuum machine

Cats think I’m mean, cats think I’m mean

And now I’m finally back home

I’m settled, till next time I roam

I’ve got the travel chromosome

I’ll take a gnome, I’ll take a gnome

PB ekphrastic from a picture

Dachshund

Hot dog!

I get it.

Who’s the wise guy?

This poor excuse of a wiener dog

may be cute and cuddly,

but he can’t

turn his ears inside out

like I can.

Triolet

As Vacation Ends

(a triolet)

As vacation with our kids ends,

are we feeling down and blue?

Of course that all depends,

as vacation with our kids ends,

on what we see around the bends.

What our we looking forward to?

As vacation with our kids ends,

are we feeling down and blue?

Poetic Bloomings story in dialogue

Proposal Gone South

Adelle, please will you marry me?

I do not think we’re a good fit.

Our years add up to thirty-three.

                 

So let’s not go and ruin it.

Just think how happy we can be.

I like my home and you keep yours.

I can’t be with someone who snores.

If we are being honest, then

I don’t like that laugh of yours.

You want to break up? Just say when.

PB Ryuka

Looking Forward to My Quiet Town

(a ryuka)

Sounds of sirens in the distance

Roar of traffic few blocks away

Buzz of hedge trimmers down the street

A city of noises 

Poetic Asides My Blank

My Toes

(an imayo)

My toes are under cover, they’re getting toasty.

You wonder why I do not pull the covers off?

Yes, that would be logical, but the cat’s about,

Stalking my toes like a mouse. He likes to bite them.

Dodoitsu

Funny Names While Painting
(Antelope Tan and Terrace White)

(a dodoitsu)

We laughed at our “Goliath.”

The large bookshelf wouldn’t budge.

And “Antelope Cantaloupe”

And “Terrorist White”

PB boketto

Thank You, Lord

(a boketto)

For husband, son and daughter

For a celebratory

dinner of steak and crab cakes

For forty years

we’ve been together

For his blue eyes and white beard

For his laughter and kisses

Thank You, Lord

For his distinctive rough voice

For his willingness to help

For his prayers for my safety

For his living

For his gratefulness

For the past good memories

For his mathematical mind

Thank You, Lord

For his tears when he is touched

For his compassion and love

For patience in his troubles

For his walker

For stroke survival

For him still being with me

For him being able to talk

Thank You, Lord

Poetic Bloomings young

I feel I’m thirty

Till I struggle from the floor

Body says, times two

Poetic Blooming daily thing

Journaling

(a Bussokusekika)

Sun’s still wakening.

Only sound, my ears ringing.

Journal to Jesus.

He already knows what happened,

but I review yesterday

committing today to Him.

Poetic Asides Kwansaba

George

(a kwansaba)

George was a tall, black, kind man

He raised loud, barking coon dogs

He and my Pappap were friends

We rarely saw black people

So we liked it when George came

And we were  proud of Pappap

For his friend, George the black man

PB Choka

Big O Waiting Room

(A Choka)

Sitting at Big O

Listening to thumps and whirs

Silly space movie playing

Stuffy smell of grease

Man comes out with black filter

Yes, go ahead replace it

How many times now?

Wishing hubby could do this

But now I am stuck with it

Commercials blaring

Getting ready for a trip

Overwhelming to-do list

But here I must sit

Time to work on computer

How I write a poem a day

Poetic Asides wordle, viator

It Matters Not

(a viator)

It matters not the games you play,

but who you play with in the maze.

The ones you walk with on your way.  

The friends with whom you spend your days.

When you have time to have some fun,

it matters not the games you play.

Play with ones you enjoy the run,

then you can handle come what may.

Days of the week or holiday,

whether football, Frisbee or Flinch,

it matters not the games you play.

Who is your comrade, that’s the cinch.

With the right team, you can’t be beat.

But as you all grow old and gray,

yes, win or lose the playing's sweet.

It matters not the games you play.

A rhupunt

Drawing Near

(a rhupunt)

Lord, You are good.

Wish that I could

be more like You.

As I draw near,

grant ears to hear.

My needs are few.

My greatest need,

on Your truth feed.

My mind renew.

Hir a thoddaid

Holy Blasts

(a hir a thoddaid)

God is good, His love lasts forever.

His wisdom’s great, at best we’re clever.

He won’t forsake us, no not ever.

Will He give up on us? No! Never!

He reaches out to us with open arms.  

His love won’t let our bond be severed.

His love lasts forever, God is good,

whether we sin or do what we should.

All of our darkness, He understood.

He leads us out of sin’s neighborhood.

He cleanses our souls and offers new life.

And He spurs us to do what He would.

The Lord’s love and goodness always lasts.

He reaches down and frees us from pasts.

And He accepts us though we’re outcasts

We can trust Him, His power is vast.

He forgives us when we confess to Him.

Happiness will come in Holy blasts

Poetic Bloomings ity

Priority

(a gwawdodyn)

I look at my overwhelming list
With nobody around to assist
My life’s all muddled and I’m befuddled

And I feel like there’s something I missed.

I think of a particular verse
I know my circumstance could be worse
If I had nothing to do, I’d be blue
And be ready to ride in a hearse

So I determine task number one
Which is prayer and my day has begun
Yes, I make my plan and do what I can
 In His wisdom my race will be won

Poetic Blomings story starter

The Little Box

(an  englyn cyrch)

She touches the little box

in her pocket and she talks

to it and smiles at her thoughts

of love and lots of long walks.

He had given her a stone,

just a small pebble, alone,

a promise that he’d return,

and she just learned he came home.

Now, she looks up into his eyes,

and he gives her a surprise.

Puts in her box a new thing,

a diamond ring just her size.

Poetic Asides Welsh form

We Six

(an englyn byr cwca)

I’m alone but not alone

I keep company with myself and me

I try to set nice tone

I seek my own opinion

When me, myself and I need to decide

We abide as just one

And we three keep company

With the Holy trinity. We converse.

Bible verse speaks to me

Body of water

Shannon Falls Near Vancouver

(a Cywydd Llosgyrnog)

Shannon Falls—twisting bridal veil

Viewed from platform at top of trail

Deep breathe, Inhale the pine scent

Beauty ‘round us makes day ideal

Air cools, shadows lengthen so we’ll

Stroll back down, feeling content

Poetic Asides Body of water

Pappap’s Well

(a cyrch a chwta)

Papap’s water in a well

An old-fashioned pump could tell

Of children many a tale

How they loved to hear it wail

And screech water into pail

How one boy ran, slipped and fell

When my sis painted the pump

Up he jumped with navy tail

Poetic Asides cyhydedd naw ban

A Holy Pause in a Busy Day

(a cyhydedd naw ban)

Lord, though to-dos await in the wings,

I pause before You and bring those things

That trouble me and induce some fear,

For You are faithful throughout each year.

I’m confident that You hear my prayers.

I know You’re the one who truly cares.

You’re the God who knows when sparrows fall,

So You surely hear me when I call.

Thank You for all blessings from above,

And most of all, thank You for Your love.

Poetic Asides cyhydedd hir

In Awe of You

(a cyhydedd hir)

I come to Your throne

Boldly, but alone

I’m Yours, not my own

So, Lord, draw near

I have made my choice

And so I rejoice

To hear Your still voice

With ears to hear

Have Your way with me

So I can be free

To know and to see

You as You are

I praise You my King

With joy, I will sing

To You I will cling

My shining star

Poetic Bloomings tree

Dear Tree

(a cyhydedd fer)

I pray for you, tree, every spring,

Though that may seem a funny thing.

You wait so long, I think you’ll die.

If that would happen, I would cry.

Not far from you, there stands a stump

Where stood your brother, just a bump.

I’d hate to see you share his fate.

That’s why I care you green up late.

I like your shade on summer days,

Though pods you shed set me a-craze.

And when in fall you turn bright gold

I am afraid you won’t grow old.

You stand in winter dark and bare.

I hope in spring, your life, He’ll spare.

Poetic Asides Clogyrnach

Dawn

The sun is hiding over hill

The birds are sleeping soft and still

Alarm’s going off

Sleep wasn’t enough

Start the day

Anyway

Poetic Asides autumn

Vow

(a byr a thoddaid)

The trees are turning golden, now

Reminding me of certain vow

When we two stood on a colorful lawn

Began the life in store