Saturday, February 29, 2020

limerick


There once was a gal named Darlene
Online she was often unseen
Friends nagged and they squalled
They hollered and bawled
But hoped that she thought them not mean

Friday, February 28, 2020

PB limerick



There once was a boy from Belize
Who had a big dog full of fleas
They’d itch and they’d scratch
They powdered a batch
Then all they could do was just sneeze

Thursday, February 27, 2020

Morning worship



 All

Father, I adore You.
I love You and worship You.
You are good and glorious.
You are IT for me.
You are my everything,
my all in all.

You are the universe
who lives inside of me.
Holy God. All powerful.
All love. All.

The answer to my every question.
The hope to all my dreams.
My inspiration.
My creativity
My song
My painting
My dance
My story
My heart sings in awe and adoration.

Worthy God.
Worthy of all praise.
Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Thank You  for being who You are
 and inviting us to come to You
so that You can come into us.

Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Morning Prayer



Adoration

You are love. 
I embrace You.
I breathe You in.
May I exude love to honor You
for You are worthy of all praise.

I trust that You are drawing near to me,
 as I am drawing near to You.
Thank You for loving me.
For smiling at me.
For singing over me.
For rejoicing in the little things about me.

You are my hope,
my encouragement,
my song.
May Your love and power
overcome my fear and unbelief.
Help me rest in Your love.

Tuesday, February 25, 2020

PB sonnet, PA Star


Like the Stars

I look up to the stars and think of You,
The great creator of the universe.
What is it like from Your wise point of view?
You lovingly made this wide world diverse.

The forests, mountains, deserts, rivers, seas
The sun, the moon, the stars, on which we wish.
The people’s varying ethnicities
The mammals, bugs and birds, crustaceans, fish.

For Your own pleasure You created all
A place of beauty, love and harmonies.
And You were not surprised at the great fall.
But planned to offer up the Prince of Peace

To You, when we’re united in Christ’s love,
We shine like Your radiant stars above.

Monday, February 24, 2020

Poetic Blooming Hopper pic


The show’s about to start
And I stand here wondering
Did I leave the iron on?

Sunday, February 23, 2020

Poetic Bloomings Tanka, Just What I Needed


Just What I Needed to Hear
(tanka)

He said, God knows you
Just who you are and likes you
And He has a plan
And He does want you to thrive
As a writer and artist

Saturday, February 22, 2020

Poetic Asides Hard Times


Hard times.
Give a writer
Something to write about
And opportunities to grow
No waste

Friday, February 21, 2020

Seeking


Listen
Can you hear Him?
Be still. Stop everything.
Quieter than a butterfly
He’s love

Thursday, February 20, 2020

PA confession, PB Florette


Word Wanderings
(a Florette)

I confess with trepidation
Most poems bear no relation
To what I can grasp with my head.
Symbolic thoughts! I need, instead, simple and fun.  

While others write of hidden things
Of fear dressed as gossamer wings,
Let poems meet me where I’m at.
Elliot’s The Waste Land falls flat, word wanderings.

Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Poetic Asides Spanish Forms


In Search of Focus
(A Decima)

My interests are scattered about,
like socks in a teenager’s room.
Flitting around becomes my doom.
My purpose, I begin to doubt.
My energy seems to run out.
Starting but not completing things.
Going nowhere is what this brings.
I need just one task at a time.
Having focus would be sublime.
What’s Your plan for me, King of Kings?

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

PB Loop Poem



Latter Years of Marriage

The fog descends before the midnight hour
Hours tick a way and she wishes for bed
Bed would bring welcome relief
Relief from the stuffed cotton in her head

And she longs for a peaceful sleep
Sleep that refreshes and restores
Restores new hopes and dreams
Dreams don’t come with snores

So CPAP is strapped to her face
Face the prospect of restless nights
Nights in lonely, separate rooms
Rooms comfortable with no lights

But the situation has its perks
Perks of not having to share
Share many things but not space
Space, now that there is room to spare

It’s a new life since the kids are gone
Gone to another state and on their own
Own up to tasks left to complete
Complete and fulfilled in her home

Monday, February 17, 2020

PB super

Super Woman

When Hubby became disabled,
most of his chores fell to me:
all of the driving, taking out trash,
shoveling snow from the driveway.
But when I turned over my recliner
and put a bolt back in,
I felt like Super Woman.

Sunday, February 16, 2020

PB Octometer, PA Puzzle


I Want to Go There

My jigsaw puzzle
Two-thousand pieces
It’s Manorola
Of Cinque Terra
One of five cities
Long ago era
Colorful houses
Cliffs. Riviera.

The cry of the gulls
Breeze blowing laundry
Twangs of mandola
The boats with small hulls
Romantic foot path
Where lasagna calls       
A tiny piazza
E Buonasera

Saturday, February 15, 2020

PB Finding Out About Yourself


Seen

I’ve felt unseen.

Life was mean.

But now I know

God sees me

and smiles.

And that makes

my life worthwhile.

Friday, February 14, 2020

Poetic Asides Motto


My Motto

When I do dumb things and feel not so swift
When I feel lost, deserted and adrift
I say these words to give my mood a lift
God loves and hears me and answers my prayers

Day to day, I try to rely on Him
But sometimes my faith seems to grow so thin
But with these words, I eventually win
God loves and hears me and answers my prayers

When I stumble and am left in the dust
When their treatment seems unfair and unjust
It’s then I remember words I can trust
God loves and hears me and answers my prayers

When I look back on how I have been blessed
I know HIs will for me truly is best 
In these words I can confidently rest
God loves and hears me and answers my prayers

Thursday, February 13, 2020

Poetic Bloomings idiom


I
Insult to Injury

“This added insult to injury,”
the carpenter said
after he fell through
my bathroom floor.

He had already hurt his shoulder,
getting stuck in a river while hunting.
Messed up his knee while kneeling
to install my hot-water heater.

Caught the flu from his wife.
“Please heal him,”
I prayed inwardly and selfishly,
“so he can finish fixing my house!”

I hope we haven’t bitten off
more than we can chew.

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Poetic Blooming Borrowed First Line


Blooming Bravely
The twisted apple trees bloomed bravely in the blustery breeze of late May.
LouAnn Gaeddert, Perfect Strangers

We poets, often wonder what will sprout
As we plant our poetic seed
In the Earth of experience
The water of creativity
The sunshine of good intentions
We take the tender sprigs
And expose them to the world
Hoping they will bloom bravely.

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Poetic Asides huitain


Wilma

She lived her life for others, near and far,
Seattle rain to land that’s dried.
She nursed and taught. She was a shining star.  
She raised her kids with God inside.
She healed the sick, the lost and those who cried.
She gladly served the risen Lord.
She loved to swim and that is when she died.
And now enjoys His great reward.


Monday, February 10, 2020

Poetic Asides New Year



I Wish You…

I wish you rainbows and brilliant sunsets.
I wish you the fragrance of lilacs.
I wish you the sound of a baby giggling.
I wish you the warmth of a luxurious bubble bath.
I wish you the taste of the best chocolate.
I wish you the feelings of joy, and peace.
I wish you hugs and kisses and love and laughter.
I wish you exciting challenges and joyous victories.
I wish you all good things in 2020.
                                               

Sunday, February 9, 2020

Poetic Asides cro cumaisc etir casbairdni ocus lethrannaigecht


Snowshoeing

How can you, I ask
Without getting facefully
It is a hard task

I trudge along awkwardly
Trying to stay up
I tip over downwardly
Embarrassing? Yup.

I struggle up giggling
Determined to try
And after some wriggling
I’m up by and by

Saturday, February 8, 2020

Poetic Asides Composer


Gioachino Rossini

Rossini’s William Tell Overture
Not only delights my ears
But seems to race along in my veins
From head to toe and back again.

Friday, February 7, 2020

PA star, PB sonnet


Like the Stars

I look up to the stars and think of You,
The great creator of the universe.
What is it like from Your own point of view?
You lovingly made this wide world diverse.

The forests, mountains, desserts, rivers, seas
The sun, the moon, the stars, on which we wish.
The people’s varying ethnicities
The mammals, bugs and birds, crustaceans, fish.

For Your own pleasure You created all
A place of beauty, love and harmonies.
And You were not surprised at the great fall.
But planned to offer up the Prince of Peace

To You, when we’re united in Christ’s love,
We shine like Your radiant stars above.

Poetic Asides Espinela


Winter Walk

I walk on the snowy sidewalk.
A smattering of footprints lie.
A man, woman and dog, they cry.
They're talking tell-tale wintry talk.

I trudge on for many a block.
Soft snow falls with a southern slant.
Soft snow’s falling, falling, I chant.
Some snow-laden pine branches bow.
No sounds of slushy tires now.
Rusty leaves try to cling, but can’t.

Thursday, February 6, 2020

Poetic Asides Winter, catena rondo


Expecting

The sun peeks through the whiteness.
It glows, like a pregnant woman, expecting snow.
Snowflakes fall, the wind begins to blow.
The sun peeks through the whiteness.

It glows, like a pregnant woman, expecting snow.
I recline with laptop, warm and content,
Relaxed in sun’s glow, my day is spent.
It glows, like a pregnant woman, expecting snow.

The sun peeks through the whiteness.
It glows, like a pregnant woman, expecting snow.
Snowflakes fall, the wind begins to blow.
The sun peeks through the whiteness.

Wednesday, February 5, 2020

Poetic Asides tawddgyrch cadwynog


Snow Day

The sky turned white
As I drove home
Day not to roam
Cozy inside

The room is bright
Content alone          
I write a poem
My dreams are wide

Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Poetic Asides celebration, Bref Double


Celebration

December twenty-eighth’s a special day
The day I birthed one of my greatest joys
And though you are five hundred miles from home
I’ll celebrate the gift you are to me

I sent a card with all that I can say
And there won’t be celebratory noise
And there won’t be cake, candles, and ice cream
But I will think of each glad memory

The wide-eyed girl who spoke in high-pitched voice
The long-haired teen who liked to play the flute
The college student with the perfect grades
My life-long friend who holds that fun is key

And so I’ll think of you and truly pray
Lord, greatly bless her with all she enjoys

Monday, February 3, 2020

Poetic Bloomings "God Bless Us, Everyone"


God Bless Us, Everyone
(7/5 Trochee)

Jesus loves us one and all
Gently offers hope
On His name we gladly call
Cleanses us like soap

Spirit guides us to the throne
Finding help in need
Living water ours to own
On His grace we feed

Sunday, February 2, 2020

Poetic Bloomings wordle:MECHANIC, SINISTER, SPAGHETTI, BATHTUB, NEWSPAPER, BARREN, SHOE


Why? How?

The photograph of the barren shoe
echoed the newspaper headline,

“Mother Killed in Car Crash”—
the sinister effect of drunk driving.

He was only a mechanic.
How could he raise three children alone?

He cooked the spaghetti.
He filled the bathtub.

One task at a time.
That’s how he’d do it.