Poetic Bloomings unrelate objects

Tigger, Tambourine and Kisses 

I hear Tigger growls,

noisy tambourine rattles,

and clicks and shuffles

approaching from the  hallway.

Hugs and kisses are coming.

Bald head, scruffy beard

Holey jeans, tattered tee shirt

Sheep in wolf’s clothing

Prepares public speech

Instructional notes lengthen

Fingernails shorten

She needs to finish

Accrues novels’ first pages 

Writes a short story

Sci-fi on the brain

Attends Star Trek convention

Misfits fitting in

May 25, 2013

Rips each puzzle box

Mixes puzzles together

Her puzzles, her choice

Senryu

Big orange dump truck

With a loud whir, dumps wood chips

Child-like man dances

Poetic Asides Late

Sorry I’m Late 

Sorry I’m late. I tried to rush.

It’s ten past eight. I slid in slush.

Who would have thought we would see snow in June?

I’ll blame my fate, this muck and mush.

I’ll tell you straight, and then I’ll hush. 

Next time it snows in June, I’ll come at noon.

Poetic Bloomings Epithalamium/Tri-Fall

To Honor their Wedding Vows 

The groom—proud, handsome, tall

Gleaming eyes

Joy beaming in every move

The bride—slim, beautiful

Fun and wise

Smiling at groom’s skill to amuse  

They’ve been together years

Though apart

Living like a dance, near and far

Time to blend joy and tears

Like an art

Following the same guiding star

Family and friends come

Joyfully

Knowing that the mix of these two

Is greater than the sum

Synergy

Igniting light and hope anew  

Limerick

An ice skater purchased some ink

Mistakenly took a long drink

He spit with a spurt

All over his shirt

And began a new style at the rink

Trimeric

Country Storm

The low lying gray cloud

Like a giant mushroom
Domed top

Rain forms the stem 

Like a giant mushroom

Looms above a farm

A line of trees watches its anger 

Domed top

Gray, seethes

Darkens the highway 

Rain forms the stem

Waters the fields

Light attempts to break through

Poetic Bloomings Prompt: Write a bad poem

How Lovely is My Mother 

Her lovely hair shinier than gold

Her lovely lips redder than roses
Her lovely nose, well it’s a nose
And her lovely ears ever alert, whatever is to be heard, she hears
And lovely eyes, like brown buttons, both in the front and back of her head
No mother has been more gloriously wonderful, and lovely than my mother
Sweeter than sugar
Smarter than owls
Kinder than somebody who’s really kind
My lovely mother the best she is

Triolet

Reflections Beckon

Reflections glimmering in the lake

Beckoning the fool to find fantasies

Greedy grabbers are eager to take

Reflections glimmering in the lake

Never realizing reality’s at stake

Sailing free on fine fallacies

Reflections glimmering in the lake

Beckoning the fool to find fantasies

Triquatrain

Stranger than Fiction    

On our country road a mover towed

A large trailer he was taking away.

At the foot of our yard where the ground wasn’t hard

He did an “oops” to my dad’s dismay.  

On the sharp turn, my dad did learn,

The trailer dug a deep gash.

Dad was fit to be tied when he saw how wide,

But he didn’t do anything rash.  

After this my older sis

Decided to go into town.

When she came out of the store, to her horror,

She saw folks gathered around. 

The mover stood there with a look of despair.

He had scraped the side of Dad’s car.

“I’m having a bad day,” the driver did say,

“I just dug up somebody’s yard.” 

His blood must have chilled, when my sister revealed,

“I know. That was my dad.”

“Fantastic,” said the man, “Doin’ the best I can,

but never did it this bad.” 

Dad found it hard to believe, the news he received,

His yard, now his car, too?

He shook his head and in disbelief said,

“How could this possibly be true?”  

He was still muttering, grumbling and sputtering,

When he filled out his insurance claim.

The story was so odd, he marked “act of God”

When he needed someone to blame.

Poetic Asies On the Run, Form Trois Par Huit

Fleeing the Rat Race

 

On the run

Cool breeze, shimmering sun

Leafy trees shelter a rugged trail  

Feet pound up the hill, muscles strive, sweet air inhale

Arms chugging in constant rhythm, breathe out the stale   

Leaving stress, strife, tension far behind

Inner coils unwind

Peace defined

Poetic Bloomings Tableau

Morning Tableau

 

Morning sun rises

Our bedroom fades in

Hubby moves and groans

Cuddles and kisses

Must have cup of tea

Quiet time, write poem

 

Food out, pack lunches,

Household awakens

Toileting for all

Shower, dress, and pills

Breakfasts one to four

Brush teeth, out the door

 

 

limerick

A savvy economy buff

Exclaimed, “O, enough is enough!”

The low interest’s insane.

Keeping track is a pain,

So I’ll grab my bed mattress, and stuff.

Trolaan (Plus an extra verse)

Waiting on God

 

In past experiences I have learned

Important intercession takes some time

I used to think that God ignored and spurned

I thought He did commit some common crime

Not caring for His people who would pray

Not heeding cries of painful suffering

Not sending any answers straight their way

Nor stopping Satan’s evil buffeting

One day a kindly pastor said to me  

Open your spiritual eyes to conceive

One answer and the next there instantly

Only chaos to beyond to believe

Now know that God loves you passionately

New life He offered to you on the cross

Nurtures you like a bird with her offspring

Nestles you and comforts you in your loss 

Open your ears to His kindhearted love

Open your mouth and He will satisfy

Open your eyes to His care from above
Open You heart to His grace till you die

Poetic Bloomings use only words from name's annagram

Epicenter

 

Poet opts to pen terse tones.

Sonnet open to set serene sleeper

to enter one neon spot. 

Pertinence, noise, ire eclipse precise role.

Lone person repels serpent. 

Pierce

Top

Reset

Villanelle

Internal Wrangling

Swirling in confusion

Clarity evading

Escaping delusion

Rejecting illusion

Intently crusading

Swirling in confusion  

Avoiding infusion

Darkness pervading

Escaping delusion 

Combating intrusion

Lies masquerading

Swirling in confusion  

Pursuing transfusion

Truth persuading

Escaping delusion 

Reaching conclusion

Desperately trading

Swirling in confusion

Escaping delusion

Zymurgy

Let’s Celebrate

 

Celebrate life

L et’s celebrate the big things

I ntermediate and small.

F or we all need a reason

E ach day to be joyful 

Joyful and thankful

T hankful for our

H omes, clothing

A nd food. Thankful our

N eeds are met. Thankful for

K indnesses we encounter each day. Thankful

F or the beauty of the earth and the invisible things:

U nderstanding, beauty, wisdom

L et’s be thankful for the air we breathe. 

Breathe joy

J ust celebrate any

O ccasion
Y ou don’t have to wait for holidays.

 

 

 

 

(7/5 trochee)

 Christ Cares  

Poverty’s a thief that steals

Vision, health and dreams.

Many turn to drugs and pills

Fitting Satan’s schemes. 

Givers may have good intent,

Handouts disappear.

God starts with the inner man.

Who has ears to hear? 

Jesus promises His care

To those who believe.

Ones who asks in faithful prayer

Truly will receive.

PA chapter and PB Florette

Dénouement 

Pre-school, school, college, locations,

jobs, projects, organizations,

boyfriends, marriage, children’s ages,

writing, hobbies, people, stages, and vacations 

stretch out as chapters in a book.

Each one ends with intriguing hook.

My story one to recommend?

I wish I could turn to the end, and take a look.

Rispetto

So Much More

 

There’s so much to this thing called prayer

I need Your help, O, my sweet Lord

I know You love with grace and care

You don’t deserve to be ignored

 

For more than gold I’ll seek and strive

My life is what I give and share

Like You, in prayer, I will survive

And not just that but I will thrive

Acrostic

Dreams 

D emented or scary

R isqué or merry

E enlightening or frightening,  

A nxious and filled with strife

M undane, amusing, may I be peacefully 

S noozing, not desperately running for my life.

 

 

May 5 PB prompt humor

 

There once was a man from Shanghai

Who married a witch on the fly.

He wanted to munch,

Said, “Make me a lunch.”

So now he’s bologna on rye.

Title from previous written line

Loving You is what I’m Here For 

Loving You is what I’m here for.

You designed me this way—

to worship and pray,

to get to know You more and more. 

Loving you is what I’m here for.

From the day we said, “I do,”

I’m committed to loving you,

through whatever’s in store. 

Loving you is what I’m here for.

I’m here to nurture you,

to encourage and see you through—

my kids who I adore.  

Loving you is what I’m here for,

you, my fellow man.

I’ll do the best I can

to help the weak and poor.

Summer Love 

He plans to leave by light of the full moon.

They had to end excuses and delays.

So sad their parting had to come so soon.     

They feel the pull and weight of their malaise.  

The seven months have come and gone too fast.

The checks and balances of life caught up.

They figured love this great would surely last.

They learned the beauty of their loving cup. 

They’d miss the access of each other’s hearts.

And now they’d house their loneliness and pain.

Alas the summer ends and their ache starts.

They tell each other their love will remain.  

But as he goes he crosses love from list.

She doesn’t know she really won’t be missed.

 

 

PAD confused

Confusion 

C haos, craziness, delusion!

O verrule confusion.

N urture me in Your word,

F or my thinking is so absurd.

U nderstanding fleeting

S ensibilities retreating

I magination in

O verdrive. In stress I strive. I

N eed Your release, so I can live in peace.

Poetic Bloomings Trois-par-Huit

His Grace Grows

Feeling blue?

You don’t know what to do.

Has God, like Elvis, left the building?  

Loads, pressures, misfortunes you’re wielding.

God patiently awaits your yielding.  

Change your focus from worries and woes

to God is good and knows.

His grace grows.