Trolaan

Set Aside

 

My hearing needs some adjusting

My spiritual ears, that is.

May I, in Jesus, be trusting,

And know the voice that is His.  

Yours is the voice I strain to hear.

You, I desire to follow.

You can eliminate my fear.

You help me not be hollow. 

Open my eyes to see Your hand.

Open my ears to hear You.

Open my hand to heal the land.

Open my heart to be true.  

Pour out Your power in my life.

Please, help me be of service,

Putting aside hate and strife,

Plus worship while I do this.

Poetic Asides Descending

Descending 

D own the steps I go,

E xiting the building.

S teps covered with snow

C old never yielding.

E scaping breath I see.

N otice how I shivered.

D own to the mailbox,

I s the mail delivered?

N o mail for me.

G oing up for tea.

February 26, 2013 Poetic Bloomings Rubaiyat

Having a Little Fun

We skip along a wide and shady street

Make slapping noises with our sandaled feet

We laugh and wave to people passing by

It’s something we like often to repeat 

Pretending to fly high in an air plane

Or zip along the ground in speeding train

We’d honk our horns or make sounds like the wind

Folks watching us might think we’ve gone insane  

We say the sky is green and grass is blue

Or slosh about as if the street is goo

Or grope around as if we cannot see

The neighbors do make comments, quite a few

At time we make our voices sound so low

And then pretend we only can go slow

We act like we’re one-hundred-twenty-three

Or play we’re wearing snowshoes in the snow 

Imagination is a friend of ours

Together, we have great super powers

We can be just anything we want as

We all perform and carry on for hours

February 25, 2013 Rubaiyat

God So Loved

At times like these I wonder how and why

That God can love mere humans such as I

Considering creation’s wide expanse

God is to us as we are to a fly  

Ah, but His passion proved beyond compare

When He designed a plan for us to spare

From common sin’s misguided tyranny

That brought humanity into its snare  

From Adam He began to implement

His plan until His only Son He sent

To pay the costly price of human sin

We only must believe Him and repent  

We are just like a snowflake in the sun

Life ends so soon it seems it’s just begun

Eternity will stretch out like a sea

The only boat afloat is God’s own Son

Poetic Bloomings Borrowed Line

As Calendar Pages Turn 

I hear reports

from various places

of sunshine and rain,

tulips and daffodils,

nest-building birds,
wonderful walks
in warm embracing air.

But here in Colorado

the mountains draw near,

speckled with white

against the gray sky.
Snow on north side piled high.
Winter wind whispers
“More to come.” 

The tangled bare branches,

like tightfisted misers,

refuse to bud. So I sit,

afghan-wrapped, dreaming

of bike rides, hikes, picnics

in blossom-scented breezes,

and I wait for winter to give up.

 

I wait for winter to give up from Judy Roney’s Charcoal Days, Prompt #90

An I Can't Write a Poem Poem

My Poem for the Day 

I feel like a repository

of clichés, trite rhymes,

and clunky meter.  

Like an original thought

would suffocate

in my mind. 

The only things that come out

have been said before,

and badly.  

But I also feel

like a mountain climber:

stubborn, determined, dauntless.  

Whatever it is that gets them to top--

I have a small dose of that

to write my poems.

 

 

triolet

The Joyful Me

Let me be the joyful me

Filled with life and pep

The one who smiles gleefully

Let me be the joyful me

Showing delight for all to see

With dance in her step

Let me be the joyful me

Filled with life and pep

Trimeric (mutant)

 A Smile 

When entering a room, your smile says a lot:

I look forward to seeing you.

I’m at peace.

I plan to have fun.  

I look forward to seeing you.

You are all okay.

I like you.

You may like me, too. 

I’m at peace.

We’re in for a good time.

We will do worthwhile things here.

Our time together has value. 

I plan to have fun.

I don’t want to be anywhere else.

I enjoy my life and

I’m glad you’re part of it.

Rhambling Rhyme

Winter Walk

The snow came down

Covered the town

Feeling like a clown

On a wintry day

Going my own way

Not gonna stay

Wandering here and there

Not know where

I’m going

Just flowing

And knowing

What it’s like to be free

To just be me

Smiling at the sky

Caring not why

I’ll get by

Though I’m cold and wet

It’s the best day yet

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetic Asides Don't Forget To...

Don’t Forget to Write

You have a gift

that can be regarded as frivolous,

a waste of time,

a gift that can so easily slip

through your fingers.

You have a gift

to take people places

they cannot go,

to help them experience everything,

from flying on silver wings,

running with the bulls of Pamplona

or receiving an angel’s kiss.

You have a gift

to express things on their hearts

they can’t express themselves.

To incite them to love, hate,

become indignant, take joy,

learn what’s important.

You can enable them
to see the invisible
and hope for the eternal.
You have a gift

that transcends time and space

and has the potential

to affect generations to come.

You have a gift

designed to give.

Don’t forget to write.

Poetic Blooming Imagism

 Fierce Love 

When a woman

longs for a baby

and learns she is pregnant,

love for her unborn child

washes over her,

growing exponentially

until the baby’s born

and forevermore.

A caregiver begins

with a simple compassion

toward an adult with special needs

somewhat detached,

but then love grows

like and infant in the womb,

and when born

is fierce as a mother’s love.

Poetic Blooming Aritcle title

Muddy Mule’s Owner Grateful 

It was raining, it was pouring

While country folk were snoring

And woke up to a pasture full of muck.

Her mind went a little whirly,

When mule owner Shirley,

Realized Loretta Lou was good and stuck. 

Shirley pushed and shoved

But the mule didn’t budge.

Nothing left to do, but call 911.

Help soon was on the way,

The poor mule began to bray,

Rescue of Loretta Lou had begun. 

The firemen with their muscle

(Who all began to hustle),

The veterinarian with his expertise

And the back-hoe man,

(Who had a skillful plan)
Enabled the hapless mule’s release. 

 Shirley didn’t begrudge her luck

That Loretta Lou got stuck,

But her heart was filled with gratefulness and glee,

For the dispatcher and then

All the able men

Who successfully set her muddy mule free.


 

Muddy Mule Owner’s Grateful, Shirley Ogle, Cortez Journal, 2/15/13

Desert Calls 

The windswept desert calls

Enticing

Calling softly to lonely hearts

 

Endless expanse, no walls

Inviting

In emptiness, your fullness starts

Mike Grove's tri-coupled sestet

Beneath the Moon

 

Beneath the moon, two lovers kiss,

and as they spoon, they say they’ll miss

each other while the girl’s away in France.

He takes her arm, he says, “Like this,”

 and in his charm, she twirls in bliss.

“While you’re away, just close your eyes and dance.”  

And while away, she met a man

who held her sway, as French men can.

She closed her eyes and saw her lover’s face.

She couldn’t stay, in foreign land.

That very day, she turned and ran.

And now they dance in that sweet moonlit place.

 

 

 

Poetic Asides Love

Like Jonah 

Like Jonah, I was okay

Going my own way

I dated a good man

And I had a sound plan

I was east. God took me west.

My plan was fine, but He wanted what’s best.

 

You are the whale that swallowed me.

Poetic Bloomings Ovillejo

This Cat 

When a poem comes together, how exciting,

when I’m writing.

But she’s competing for my lap

this cat.

A poem, kind of hazy

drives me crazy.

Now, don’t think I’m lazy.

It flits, almost appearing, but elusive like a ghost.

Surely, no reason to boast.

When I’m writing, this cat drives me crazy.

tanka

Purpose 

Human condition

Shapes dance almost visible

Misty like a ghost

Haunted shadowy forest

Burning question, why am I?

tanka

Heavy Snow

Out in the white world

Bundled adults shovel walks

Kids watch their own breath

Dogs dance trying to warm toes

Cars hurry to heated homes

Poetic Bloomings Zodiac

Scorpio! Me? 

O, October, beautiful October

with sunshine

and silky clouds

in a pale blue sky. 

And the colors!

The oranges, golds,

purplish-reds

exhilarating the soul.

The earthy air

The cool breeze

The full moon at night

The crisp mornings 

O, October, how did you ever

get associated with a scorpion,

one of God’s ugliest,

most frightening creatures?

Scorpions, they say,

would rather kill themselves

than be killed (like Hitler?)

And want life on their own terms (like cats?) 

Passionate, determined and powerful!

Or is that moody, stubborn and manipulative?

Let me be rather associated with a deer:

big brown eyes, gentle, graceful.

synchronicity

Alphabetical Praise

Amazing beauty, calm duty

Eternal Father, gracious Host

I jump

 

Kind Lord, my necessary One

Pure, quiet, revealing Spirit

The urge

 

Victorious, wonderful X

You zealous and breathtaking Christ

Don’t end

 

Fabulous God, Holy Jesus

Kindly Lord, Magnificent New

Own Pearl

 

Quintessential righteous Savior

Trinity United Victor

Worthy

 

Exalted Yaweh Zone and Base

Celebrated deity eternal

Forever Grace Heavenly I

 

Just, kingly, loving, merciful

Nurturing Omnipotent peace

Quick Right

 

Sift, touch, use, vow, win, ex zen

So from A to Z He’s the one

For me

Swap Quatrain

Because We See

When we first met the thrill was great

And we knew it was much more than fate

We dreamed of when the date was set

The thrill was great,when we first met

 

That date grew near, we dreamed some more

Instead of two, there would be four

Our first one came, she was so dear

And the second—that date grew near

 

To our surprise two more joined us

We dreamed not, nor did discuss

The first two left, and now we rise

To the ones who came to our surprise

 

Our hair turns gray, we’d like to roam

But we work hard, right in our home

But above all, God have your way

We’d like to roam, our hair turns gray

 

We give God praise, because we see

Someday we’ll be, just him and me

So we’ll rejoice in this long phase

Because we see, we give Him praise