How Blank, PAD 3-1, Mirror Sestet

 How I Like to Travel!

 

How I would like to travel now!

Now, it’s been so long, I don’t know how.

In March, I went to Galveston.

Galveston and then Ohio in

June, nothing till November. Soon!

Soon south in January, not June.

Fun PAD 2-3, minute poem

 

Just a Minute

 

Takes just a minute to be kind.

 And you will find,

The more you give

The more you live.

 

At work or play with all you know,

For love to show

A word of praise

A mood to raise.

 

A written word, a little gift,

A spirit lift.

In rain or sun.

Kindness is fun.

Fun, PAD 2-2, PB time change, minnesang

 

Summer of Fun and Change

 

I think of summer long ago,

Two thousand miles away from home,

(I have always wanted to roam.)

That summer in Wyoming when

I had so much fun even though,

I left my guy behind, and apart we began to grow.

 

A summer with fun-loving sis. 

We climbed boulders at Veadauwoo,

Ate out more than a time or two,

We watched the shows at Frontier Days.

And though my boyfriend, I did miss,

I met my future husband, boyfriend ended with a kiss.

Fun, PAD 2-1, PB time change, memento

 

Who Knew?

 

Who knew various prompts mixed with

Inspirational thought

And time

Writing love, memories or myth

Lines, imagery and plot

Some rhyme

 

And counting syllables by tap

Having something to say

When done

And year after year it’s a wrap

To write a poem a day

Was fun?

entrance, PAD 1-3, Lune

 Nature School

 

Mornings up the hill

Cold and dark

Arrive eight o’clock

 

Greeting coworkers

Get ready

Pray for fun learning

 

Explosion of noise

They enter

Wood cookie name tags

 

Store lunches

Journals in back packs

To morning circle

 

Ponderosa pines

Bright blue sky

Adventure begins

 

 

 

entrance, PAD 1-2, Luc-Bat

Affection

 

I hear you making noise,

Expressing various joys, no words.

Your language like the birds,

Unknown even to nerds, you’re here.

Door opens, you appear.

Eye to eye, you come near, greet me,

By just stroking my cheek.

It’s my day of the week with you.

Entrance, PAD 1-1 Loop Poetry

 

Resist!

The fight against evil is to resist

Resist the devil and his schemes

Schemes of destruction, theft and murder

Murder evil by God’s entrance and dreams

Line Messaging

 In this Quiet Hour

 

I hear the heater running,

Taking the nip from the air.

Seven AM and still dark,

In this quiet hour.

 

I calm my soul

And look to You.

I breathe in deeply.

My inner ear listens.

 

When the world

Sounds its cacophony,

There’d be no joy, except

For Your still, small voice.

 

Because of Jesus

And what He did on the cross

And rose again,

We commune together.

All my mess and flub ups,

The wrong attitudes and actions,

And what the world thinks doesn’t matter.

Now, there’s peace in my soul.

 

 

Independent message:

 

In this quiet hour,

My inner ear listens

For Your still, small voice.

We commune together.

Now, there’s peace in my soul.

Lento

 Let’s Worship the Lord

 

Aim to please Holy God in all you do,

Name above all names, Jesus, Lord of all.

Same Spirit that raised Christ now lives in you!

Famous and glorious, on Him we call.

 

Find a quiet moment and seek His face,

Mind completely centered on who He is—

Kind, merciful, holy, Love, full of grace.

Designed to worship Him, yes! we are His.   

Lanterne

 Hike

For hours

Observing

God’s expression

Fun

I Want, Poetic Asides

 What God Wants

 

I want what God wants.

But do I really want it?

Maybe not.

But I want to want it.

And I know

He can work with that.

Limerick, Nature Center poem

 A Bobcat Limerick

Connie L. Peters

 

A bobcat’s a very cute kitty

But it doesn’t belong in the city

If you try to pet it

You’d soon regret it

His bite would be a great pity

Lannet

Canada Calls

 

We got the “feels” for some wheels to travel.

A train would be nice, rain, snow, or sunny.

We may go through some snow in Canada.

First, we ought, though it’s hot, go to Phoenix,

And next, we fly in the sky way up north.

We pour into a tour effort and cost.

We like to eat and greet new foods and folks.

For cold, we fold layers into luggage.

We toy with travel for the joy it brings.  

We feel wired, then very tired day by day.

As days unravel, travel spurs us on.   

Sis and I find our bliss world exploring.

We pray we will stay in shape as we age. 

Kyrielle sonnet

 Rainy Memories

 

In summer, autumn, and then spring,

When Sis and I on the porch swing

Would listen to thrums like a train,

I dream, remembering the rain.

 

The wind would blow and muss our hair.

We’d cuddle in a blanket there.

It tapped on roof and window pane.

I dream, remembering the rain.

 

We’d laugh and talk of this and that  

And breathe fresh air throughout our chat,

Until the sounds would fade and wane.

I dream, remembering the rain.

 

In summer, autumn, and then spring,

I dream, remembering the rain.

Imagism

 Costa Rica

 

Arenal volcano

Green, symmetrical cone

La Fortuna Waterfall

A 230 feet white zipper

Amidst giant broccoli-like hills

Of Ceiba, Corteza Amarilla Cedar, Balsa

Targuá, Guarumo, Burío Pylon, and Fig

The long hanging bridges of Mistico

Mischievous monkeys, tapirs, jaguars, sloths

Black and yellow or black and white toucans

With their long, orange sickle-like beaks,

Sandy beaches, crystal blue waters.

The map of Costa Rica looks like a crab.

 

Hexsonnetta

 Travel Fix

 

Looks like I’m on the move,

For the year twenty-six.

I need a travel-fix,

Get in a travel groove.

I hope He will approve.

 

New year will start up soon.

First month it’s Panama,

Then March it’s Canada,

Iceland perhaps in June,

In PA we’ll “re-une.”

I’ll take my camera.

 

But then we won’t be done,

Alaska, just for fun.

Hay(na)ku

 

Love

Lays down

Your own desires

 

Unless

Your desires

Fulfills others’ needs

Hay(na)ku

 

Hope

Solid, immovable

Faith in waiting

Hay(na)ku

 

Joy

When elusive

Starts in praise

Hay(na)ku

Write

Through me,

Please, Holy Spirit

posthumous Poetic Asides, Harrisham Minhas

 Downsizing

 

After I have made my escape,

Ruminating, what of my stuff?

Garage and all rooms, plans take shape,

Eliminating all the fluff.

Give away, sell, mar the landscape,

Ending here with only enough.

Nature Center Poem

 Bears

 

Bears are like children.

They like to eat.

They like to play.

They are curious.

They are cute.

They sometimes get into trouble

by breaking into a house,

or upturning trash cans,

or making a mess of birdfeeders.

I like bears,

but I wouldn’t want to meet one.

It might mistake me for a threat

Or a snack.

Hadron

 Beautiful Creation

Masterpiece, expression, clues

Artist reveals  

Gift, lift

Response

Worship

Frost, Poetic Bloomings, haiku

 

October nineteenth

Scraping frost off my windshield

Dreams of sunny beach

Greeting Card Verse

 Anniversary Greeting

 

We stood in my yard that October day,

When the colorful leaves were at their best.

We promised each other to love and pray,

And then we raised our family out west.  

So Happy Anniversary to you!

To the end, we’ll trust God to see us through.

Goethe Stanza

 

As God Draws Near

 

Prayer provokes the enemy.

 

His anger blazes,

Ensnared, he has to flee.

 

God’s sweet Spirit amazes.

 

 

His comfort falls like rain.

 

Droplets form on the window of my soul.

He washes away my pain.

 

His love remains and I am whole.  

 

Ghazal

 To Honor God

 

We come together in worship singing to honor God,

As affectionate hearts soar and winging to honor God.

 

Hearts united in love, hope and joy offering their praises,

Assured before the throne, voices ringing to honor God.

 

The music and the singing uplift the name of Jesus.

The Holy Spirit moves, guiding and bringing honor to God.

 

Just as we are, we come before God, trading old for new.

Worldly cares on the altar we’re flinging to honor God.

 

He smiles and He speaks and He transforms dedicated hearts.

He whispers, Connie, my child, keep clinging to honor God.

Morning Insight

 Walking on the Gravel

 

All of my stupidities,

like gravel on my path,

lie before me.

 

If I focus on them,

staring at my feet and defeat,

I’ll bump into things

 

But if I walk on top of them

aware of them, but focused

on what’s before me,

 

the trees, buildings the sky,

aimed in the right direction,

I can step out in confidence.

 

Found Poetry, Genesis poem

 Ennui

 

I would like to have someone adore me.

I know the Invisible One does.

He whispers His sweet everythings so tenderly.

I feel His embrace, but I desire someone with skin on.

Left up to my choice, I’d like someone I can see.

I need to focus, get rid of my brain fuzz.

 

I think of favorite colors: purple, blue, orange, snow pea.

At a glance, colors give me a buzz,

But not like romance on the sea.

I think of water lilies on a pond,

The sound of breeze whooshing gently.

I pencil in my thoughts just because.

 

My thoughts tumble about indiscriminately,

And lay claim on what at one time was.  

The wings of my dreams fly merrily

Over an open field of memories, of which I’m fond.

A horse of a thought, ready to flee—

To be content in God’s love and then my wants He undoes.

 

 

Interesting word Poetic Asides

 

Red Up

 

When Mom told us to red up the house,

we groaned, but didn’t think it unusual,

growing up in western Pennsylvania.

 

But moving out west to Nebraska,

then Wyoming, then Colorado, 

if I mention the need to red up the house,

 

people look at me as if I had decided

to run out and buy buckets of paint

and turn my entire house scarlet.

Fibonacci

 

 Hear

Voice

Holy

Jesus, come!

Empty and refill

I seek the mind of Christ today

He draws near and the accuser runs away pell-mell

Florette

 

Breathe

 

Time ticks away, it’s getting late

Like Rabbit it’s important date

So silly Rabbit stops and prays

I’ll trust in God who guides my fate, now and always

Epulaeryu (delicious food)

Christmas turkey memories

Mom got up early

Dad was the one who carved it

Golden brown, tasty

All seven of us

We chowed down

Joy!

Etheree

 

God,

In Christ,

I focus.

Holy Spirit,

May I hear Your voice.

Please, walk with me today.

Guide me in all that I do.

I stretch, write, clean, plan, love, cook, read,

Critique, drive, worship, love my husband.

And may everything be to Your glory.

Espinela, Epithalamium (wedding couple)

 Our Autumn Wedding on PA Lawn

 

Her hair was not what she had dreamed.

Her dress was borrowed from a friend.

Long-distance date came to an end.

Two-thousand miles, two years, they schemed.

 

They came together as redeemed.

Leftover hippy, still some wild,

He wore a beard, no more a child.

Cream suit, white shoes, no tux or tie.

They pledged their love till one would die.

In Christ and Earth, their date was filed.

Card suits Poetic Bloomings, Espinela

 

Gardening at the Nature Center

 

As spades dig rhythmically in dirt,

The children dream of fresh produce.

They stop to have a snack and juice.

A little work, it doesn’t hurt.

 

Though energy may come in spurts,

They laugh and chop the earth in clods.

This bunch of kids, the best of squads.

Determination drives them on,

A mix of kid-size brain and brawn.

And when they’re done the group applauds.