Clogyrnach

 

Jesus, Our Promise

 

A common thing it is, to die.

So many think of this and sigh.

They’re left on their own,

No forever home,

Cry and moan.

God is nigh.

Clarihew

 

Sisters

 

Kathy Priscilla Nicholson

Loved by all her kin

Made us laugh with ease

Flooded us with memories

 

Judy Shannon Riley

Wasn’t often smiley

But when she was, what a joy!

For humor she did employ

 

Linda Susan Baehr

Should run for mayor

She keeps things in order

They need her at the border

 

Connie Lee Peters

Liked to join with eaters

Enthusiastic soul

Prayed for all to be whole

 

Karen Lynn Shannon

Spread joy like a canon

She was a great aunt

Wishes she’d grant

Common Poetic Asides, espinela

 Poem a Day

 

A common thing, for me, to write

A poem a day, no matter what.

It sounds somewhat amazing, but

They do not always come out right.

 

With target low, I set my sight,

And write whatever keys tap out.

To practice is what it’s about,

Like athletes do their drills for strength,

I write my poems of any length,

Though may not be a common route.

Morning prayer

 Two Mes 

Before me stands two mes

The one I am

And the one I want to be

 

The one I am

Busily goes about two part time jobs

Cleaning house, making meals

 

The one I want to be

Takes classes, goes ebiking and kayaking

Plays the ukulele, paints, speaks Spanish well

The me I am 

writes poetry every day

the me I want to be writes and publishes novels

 

The me I am now

does devotions by routine

Goes to church on Sundays

 

The me I want to be

Relates to the Lord moment by moment

Aware and obedient to His guidance

 

The me I am now

Travels where buddies dictate

The me I want to be travels where the Lord dictates

 

The me I am now

Is 45 pounds over weight

The me I want to be is in good shape

 

The me I am now

Watches a lot of TV and scrolls on Facebook

The me I want to be spends little time on that

 

Lord, I really want to be

Who You want me to be

And be content.

 

Show me what that looks like.

Is it the me I am, the one I want to be

Or a mixture of the two or a third me?

Crapsey Cinquain

 

Morning

Focus on You

My mind needs to think right

Out with prickles in with comfort

Yes, Lord!

Mystery Poetic Bloomings, acrostic

 Mystery

 

Missing pieces of information.

You question who, what, when, where, why, how?

Silent persistent niggling of many

Taunting questions

Evading answers until the truth is

Revealed and

You say, “Ha, I knew it all along!”

Chueh-chu

 The Light 

In darkness, people saw a light.

The blind were given back their sight.

Although not many understood,

His coming then was to invite.

 

He stands for what is good and right.

In Him, our sins were red, now white.

He offers us a place with Him.

We worship God of love and might.