Brevette

 

Faith

R e c e i v e s

Blessings

Brevette

 

Poverty

T r a p s

Millions

Brevette

 

Worry

I n v i t e s

Problems

Brevette

 God

L o v e s

People

Sound, Poetic Bloomings, Bref Double

 The Whir of the AC

 

The constant whir of the AC

Is not so constant anymore.

Its voice has faded in the past,

Like people dying over time.

 

Its silence says that fall has come.

Though autumn’s such a joy to me,

I know the snow’s not far behind.

I like it less, not in my prime.

 

And still fresh in my memory  

Are days of playing in the snow.

I used to like to downhill ski

And sledride down the hill so fast.

 

The AC’s whir’s reminding me

That life on Earth’s not made to last.

Boketto

 The Day Begins

Continual ring of ears.

Chill grips my arms and bare legs.

Lights glow from desktop and lamp,

Picture frame, clocks.

Coats slump in darkness.

 

One room. Living room/kitchen.

Hubby’s asleep in next room.

Time to pray.

Blitz

 Joy in Attention

 

Praise the Lord

Praise with joy

Joy in the morning

Joy and smiles

Smiles and laughter

Smiles and fun

Fun walk

Fun talk

Talk to myself

Talk to the Lord

Lord of all

Lord is worthy

Worthy is His name

Worthy of adoration

Adoration in songs

Adoration in writing

Writing freely

Writing diligently
Diligently work

Diligently pray

Pray sincerely

Pray with determination

Determination to receive

Determination to do good

Good food

Good plans

Plans of mine

Plans in time

Time ticks away

Time is temporary

Temporary life

Temporary earth

Earth goes round

Earth is small

Small stones

Small ants

Ants crawl

Ants hurry

Hurry up

Hurry in a flurry

Flurry of snow

Flurry of activity

Activity with children

Activity center

Center of things

Center of attention

Attention and focus

Attention and watchfulness

Watchfulness

Focus

Ballade

 Sweet Presence

 

Oh, there are times when all seems dark and grim.

My smile has trouble making its debut.

That’s when I focus all my thoughts on Him.

He is the One who always sees me through,

When I’m confused and don’t know what to do.

Each morning, it’s a hopeful way to start,

Committing plans into His hands anew.

The sweetness of His presence fills my heart.

 

At times, I bring to Him my needs and wants,

Just like a child’s long detailed Christmas scroll.

But then His Spirit tenderly confronts,

And He reminds me of the greater goal,

That He is ultimately in control.

So I forget about what’s in my cart,

And ask Him to complete and make me whole.

The sweetness of His presence fills my heart.

 

We are created by a loving God,

Who so desires fellowship with us.

Since Adam fell, the human race is flawed.

Our sins against Him are most treasonous.

Our wants and needs then stand superfluous.

So Jesus paid the price. We have a part,

Depend on His great sacrifice, we must.

The sweetness of His presence fills my heart.

 

Relationship’s restored in Him, we trust.

He promises He never will depart.

When we believe in Jesus, we are just.

The sweetness of His presence fills my heart.

Small, poetic asides, appreciate, aubade

 

Wheat waves

In morning sun

Sowing gold in the field

Like extravagant millionaire

Small, Poetic Asides, Appreciate, Aubade

 

White sun

Full circle sits

Reflecting on the lake

Blues pinks, oranges, oranges, pinks, blues

small, Poetic Asides, appreciate, aubade

 

Sunlight

Sneaks over roof

Scaring darkness away

Surprising car in the driveway

Apprieciate

 

Clinking

Here Hubby comes

Whistle hitting walker

Twice stroke survivor on the move

Appreciate poem

 

Morning

Sun lights up leaves

Willing them to yellow

Autumn winds whisper, “I’m coming!”

Appreciate poem

 

Jesus

Good morning, Lord

Sending hugs and kisses

Thank You for Your blood shed for me

Compliment Poetic Bloomngs, Anacreontic

 Mom

 

Helen Hurst

Virginia Shannon

Black wavy hair

Bright red lipstick

Sexy legs

Crazy for Dad

Raised five girls

Loved the Lord

Good singing voice

Sang in the choir

Drew on paper plates

Housework fanatic

Worked on vacation

Meals like clockwork

Watched soaps while ironing

Zoomed on lawnmower

 “Get up and work!”

“Off, off, off, bye house!”

Wrote to everyone

Lots of pictures

Laughed with sisters

Loved spaghetti

Black velvet dress

String of pearls

Beautiful

Compliment Poetic Bloomings, Alouette

 Daddy

 

James Richard Shannon

Fishing pole and gun

Garden, lawn mower, baseball

Ginny and five girls

Best dad in the world

Worked hard to care for us all

L'Arora

 Jesus, if You’re Real

 

Jesus if You’re real…

How many prayers have started that way?

God, were you so frustrated by being invisible

to Your creation that You manifested Yourself

in bodily form? Jesus

And 2,000 years later, we still question,

“Are you real? Should we believe in You?”

But believing is not just a suggestion.

 

Believing in You

is mandatory.

Whoever believes, as it says in John 3:16,

will not perish

 but have everlasting life.

But believing is hard

when other ideas seem more appealing,

So quickly, the gospel we discard.

 

Jesus, You proved Yourself

in so many ways.

You miraculously healed.

You miraculously delivered.

You miraculously provided.

You miraculously prophesied

And spoke with authority

And to miraculously save, You died.

 

And You came back to life.

You proved who You said You were.

“I and my Father are One.”

“I am the way the truth and the life.”

“No one comes to the Father except through me.”

“I am the door.” “I am the light.”

We can try to come up with another way.

But why?

Ae freslighe

Befuddled

 

Feeling a bit befuddled

My mixed-up mind is reeling

I pray to be de-muddled

And elevate my feeling

When Blank, Poetic Asides

 

When My Eye Gets Better

 

When my eye gets better,

I will celebrate.

Six weeks seems long

On eyesight to wait.

 

It is getting clearer

For my left eye,

But since I had surgery

You’ll hear me sigh,

 

From frustration

And soreness and pain.

I can hardly wait

To see clearly again.

 

So I’ll call my friends

To have cookies and tea.

And we’ll all celebrate

The fact I can see.

 

 

When Blank, Poetic Asides

 When Jesus Returns

 

When Jesus returns,

He’ll put things to right.

He is the way, the truth,

And the radiant Light.

 

So many will be glad

To meet Him in the air.

But others will be headed

For sorrow and despair.

 

For all to turn to Him

Is my daily prayer.

That all will know

His salvation and care.

When Blank Poetic Asides

 When Hiking Through the Canyon

 

When hiking through the canyon

With fifteen girls and boys,

We scared the bears away

With our clamorous noise.

 

We tapped along with walking sticks,

They had made themselves.

They had been busy painting

Like Santa’s little elves.

 

We were learning about bees,

And looking for their nests.

We walked about a mile in,

A good endurance test.

 

They pointed out the holes

That bees might make their homes.

They smiled and we snapped pics

With our camera/cell phones.

 

On the way back to the center,

Some boys saw a snake.

It scurried into a hole.

Their screams were not fake.

 

We made it back to the center

Just in time for lunch.

 Very tired from the hike,

But not too tired to munch.

Little Big Poetic Bloomings

 A Little Lune-y

 

Here’s a little lune

Hmm, hmm, hmm

Sing a little tune

 

A little lazy

Hmm, hmm, hmm

And perhaps crazy

 

It’s not quite a tome

Hmm, hmm, hmm

While I rest at home

Abecedarian

 Alphabet Prayer

 

I offer adoration to You, Lord.

Strengthen my belief in who You are.

Confessions clear the air between You and me.

I need Your direction that I may go far.

 

Encouragement, too, for this journey,

Faith to see beyond what my eyes see,

Grace that enables me to do Your will.  

I need Your help to set me free.

 

Thanks for Your intervention on my behalf,

Your ability to make things just and right,

Let Your Kindness flow throw me to others.

May Your unconditional love be my light.

 

Lord, stir me with Your motivation,

And feed me nutrition of the soul.

Open Your ways before me.

Grant me power and make me whole.

Let quietness calm my spirit,

Divine romance be my joy.

Let Your Spirit sustain me.

Your truth may I employ.

 

May understanding be my foundation.

That I may learn to walk in victory.

May I live by Your Word,

Your excitement for all to see.

 

May youthfulness strengthen as I age.

And may Your zeal move me to engage.

Walls Poetic Asides

 

In my travels

I collect paintings as souvenirs

I need more walls

walls Poetic Asides

 

Haboobs

 

When I see pictures of haboobs on the news,

those giant walls of dust blowing through before a storm,

I pray for the drivers that may be on the road at the time,

especially two drivers in particular,

my son and daughter.

At least, my daughter’s no longer in Louisiana

dwelling among the hurricanes.

Always something to keep this mama praying.

walls Poetic Asides

 Walls

 

W alls are dividers

A lways there making things clear

L etting life be sorted out

L etting life function more easily

S eemingly quenching freedom, but actually enabling it.

Haiku

 

Colder mornings now

Though trees still flourish in green

Autumn winds whisper

This Side Of, Poetic Bloomings

 From this Side of my Skin

 

I had a weird thought.

Weird for me.

 

I usually beat myself up

for all of the dumb things I’ve done,

or the smart things I haven’t done.

The failures, mistakes, and messes

for the past sixty-six years.

 

A thought came uninvited,

out of the blue,

“I am an amazing person.”

 

If I keep my eye on the positives,

like sorting out quarters

from a barrelful of change,

Yes, I am amazing!

 

The challenges I’ve faced,

the people I’ve cared for

and the ones who cared for me.

Getting to know God and His people.

My experiences and adventures.

My hobbies and talents.

My accomplishments

The jobs I’ve had.

My travels.

 

Being married to the same man

for forty-five years through thick and thin.

Raising and homeschooling our two kids.

Graduating from college at 59.

Writing millions of words, some published.

Writing a poem a day for over twenty years.

Yes, I’m pretty amazing!

 

But I look around at my husband, my kids,

my sisters, my friends, everyone.

All those stories!

They’re pretty amazing, too.