Quinzaine

Horses graze on the front range.

Do they smell the smoke?

Are they scared?

Smiles

(Renga)

He shuffles in here

Desiring some attention
As I write a poem

How I’d love to have more time

But oh how I love his smile

Baker's Dozen words to a song

Your Mama Don’t Text

Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
But when you love your guy so much and you want to stay in touch

Where do you go? To your smart phone.

They say it’s all fine to have a landline at home

But if he’s trying to call you and you’ve something else to do, you roam
But her message goes to him, your chances are slim, oh no, oh no!

And it’s all because
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
But when you love your guy so much and you want to stay in touch
Where do you go? To your smart phone.

He had a pair of tickets to the concert in town

He dialed your home phone number but you were nowhere around
So he called your rival whose cell was in her jeans
She had a light in her eyes—no surprise
Yes it’s all so mean, even obscene
Answer your machine!

And it’s all because

Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
But when you love your guy so much and you want to stay in touch
Where do you go? To your smart phone.

And it’s all because
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
But when you love your guy so and you want to stay in touch
Where do you go? To your smart phone.

And it’s all because
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
They’re stuck in the past. You’re an outcast.
Your mama don't text and your daddy has no smart phone
Your mama don't text, no
She just don't text, no
You mama don't text
And you daddy has no smart phone, ohhh no

 

Poetic Bloomings Descent

Send the Rain

Said farmer Brown, “It’s amazing.

On the stubble these cows are grazing.
If we don’t get rain soon.
Instead of jumping the moon
These cows will receive quite a hazing.

There’s smoke in the air, not cooking

For storm clouds we’re diligently looking
The lakes look like puddles of mud
The crops will certainly be dud

Wild mountain grasses

Look recently mowed and trimmed
Gasping for moisture

Blue skies deceptively cheery

The drought does render us dreary

May God’s fingers drum happily on our roofs.

Challenging Situation

Passing on a Mountain Road

 

Descending from 10,000 feet.

Approaching a motor scooter going about 10 mph.

Hitting the gas.

No passing zone.

No time to dart back behind him.

Here we go! Suck in your fenders!

Remembering the streets of Johnstown, PA,

less room than what I have here,
and they drive that way all the time.

Cars coming up will give me room

if they don’t want to be scrunched.

About got it.

Another turn.

Car coming head-on.

Time to tuck back in.

We’re fine.

A quick look in the rearview reveals

the hair of the two ladies in the backseat

just turned a shade grayer.

Rime Couee

King-sized Love

The world is big in humans’ eyes,

But to creator God—bug size.

His great love comes as a surprise.

Why does He care so much?

I do not know but we’d be wise

To cherish His sweet touch.

rictameter

Hamster

Running on wheel

Determined beady eyes

Little tiny feet scampering

Trying for all he’s worth, getting nowhere

Oh, how I feel like that at times!

I want to make progress

And not be him—

Hamster

Poetic Bloonings In the doorway where she stood

In and Out the Doorway

In the doorway where she stood

She pushed back her little red hood
Eyeing the quaint room inside
She’d like to rest. She bet she could.
And so did not do what she should.
All caution brushed aside

She wound up breaking Mama’s chair

Eating Baby’s porridge that was there
And mussing up Papa’s bed
The bears came in and they did glare
She awoke with fear beyond compare
So out the doorway, she fled

 

 

6 22 13 Poetic Bloomings A Blur of Self Doubt

Self Doubt 

In a blur of self doubt
As if walking on eggs
So quick to bow out  
In a blur of self doubt
In search of escape route
Confidence begs
In a blur of self doubt
As if walking on eggs

rondelet

 

Floating Bubbles

Floating bubbles

Beautiful transparent colors

Floating bubbles

High above all cares and troubles

Drifting along till pop occurs

Just like our happiness defers

Floating bubbles

Poetic Asides Sinister

Sinister
 
S inister, like a gaping hole
I ntentional menace on patrol
N early as ominous as approaching tornado
I ntense and disturbing, like a rotten tomato
S upremely creepy, like snakes on a plane
T hreatening, like a hurricane
E vil. She’s Snow White’s Queen
R adically alarming, she turned thirteen!

Poetic Bloomings Dialogue Dizain

Fight of the Navigator 

(Dialogue Dizain)

 I think our turn was way back there,

pull over and check out the map.

We’ll take the next road don’t despair.

Heard that before the last mishap.

We’ll go around another lap,

and we’ll succeed next time around.

It looks like we’re Ohio bound.

Don’t fret be of good cheer!

Our destination’s Allentown.

But Cleveland’s nice this time of year.

(Rondeau)

We Thirst

An empty well is deep and dry

Appearance of cool water nigh
Inside mere hollow echoes call
A disappointment to us all
It leaves us with a thirsty sigh 

Rejoicing reins when way up high
Dark clouds drift slowly in the sky
The pouring rain will soon enthrall
“We thirst!” we cry.

We may appear in full supply
Of all we need to get on by
We’re like the well’s echoic wall
What we have indeed is small
On living water, we rely
“We thirst!” we cry.

RUBÁIYÁT

A Writer

A nobody from no-where-ville

Afraid to look you in the eye
Completely without grace or skill
As lifeless as a photo still

No future dreams or hope to be

Successful in career or life
Adrift so like a raft at sea
Felt loved at such a small degree

But heard of Him who died for her

And sought Him out day after day
Became a love discoverer
Like spring, new life began to stir

Became creative in her way

So reaching out in joy and care
Her words were filled with healing sway
And now she offers hope today

Sedoka 577 577 verses different perspective

Dad

 

He was loving, though

Didn’t believe in spankings

Made up for it by yelling

 

Great sense of humor

On the job and home, worked hard

Honesty was his soap box

Sevenling

 

Sevenling (Persistence)

 

Two layer cake with chocolate icing

Rocky Road ice cream
Candles blazing

Decrepit laptop

Words piled up in files
Ergonomic chair

Pulitzer

Shadorma 353375

Pursued 

Ticking clock

Tick tock tick tock tick

Captain Hook

Crocodile

We all have same affliction

Clock marks death’s approach

Poetic Asides Entertain Blank

Entertain Yourself 

I had a babysitting gig,

three children,
five days a week,
arrive 7 AM sharp.
I took my three-year-old son with me.
One morning
the kids still slept in their beds,
their toys in their rooms with them.
To my son, I said,
“You’ll have to entertain yourself.”
Undaunted, he dropped to the floor,
curved his fingers, made zhhhh noises
and ran them across imaginary highways.
That’s when I knew he had a vivid imagination.

Poetic Bloomings Apprciate (form by Earl Parsons)

Hot Tea

(An Appreciate)

Comfort

Cream and sugar
Stimulating caffeine
Sipping from a favorite mug
Pleasant chat with an old friend

Sijo

Colorado falls delight the soul with golds, greens and purples

Pennsylvania autumns dazzle eyes and mind with colors and scent

The key is to take joy in wherever you happen to be

Skeltonic poem

Here I Come

(Skeltonic) 

I long to be outside

where I can play and hide.
Part of me has died
staying in my home.
I’d rather roam,
explore and comb
the neighborhood.
I think I should.
It would be good
to get out of town,
chase away this frown,
be a clown,
no longer down
in the dumps
with goose bumps
of anticipation
with no relation
to boredom or hum drum.
Vacation, here I come.

Poetic Bloomings Puzzel Pieces Prompt

Helen’s Boast

 

HELEN sits at her desk

DRAWING ink landscapes.

Her eyes a PURE PERIWINKLE blue

sparkle as we beg her

to tell us the story.

 

Helen always began

with a LAUGH and this BOAST,

“The hail was big as BRUSSEL SPROUTS

as I pedaled my BICYCLE down SHANNON CREEK ROAD

about SEVEN on a summer evening in 1977.

 

“I knew the gray clouds,

dark, mean and low,

could bring a storm as bad

as any of the ones which caused

the other two JOHNSTOWN FLOODS.

 

 “My muscles moved strong

and rhythmic like a PANTHER,

racing against the storm.

The ice balls pummeled me,

then came the hammering rain.

 

“My friends JENNIFER and SYDNEY

built their cabin unwittingly

in the lowlands by the river.

Halfway there I had to abandon my bike

and run along the flooded road.

 

“I made it to the cabin as the water

reached their porch step.

I banged on the door.

They came out wondering

if I had gone mad.

 

“We fled in their Chevy.

Eighty-six lives were lost that night.

But not eighty-eight.

Your grandparents made it.”

“Thanks!” we say and run off to play.

 

Couplets/sonnet

In Jesus 

The case I aim to soon present to You

is weak at best, You know full well that’s true.
I have no leg to stand on at Your throne,
but I don’t stand here on my very own.
The one You sent and love is here with me.
I know that what He’s done will set me free.
Though hidden in my sin and humbling shame,
I’m standing here in Your Son’s precious name.
You hear my every prayer attentively.
Forgiveness I so passionately seek
is mine upon confessing what I’ve done.
To You my Father I will gladly run.
Without You I remain in my own sin.
You are my hope that I will surely win.

 

BD prompt

Painting by Betty Slade

“Let there be light,” God said,

making future artists happy.

Color was born.

And all the floral paintings

lifted their petals in praise.

Poetic Asides Child's Play

Versatile

A fun ride down a grassy hill.

A new lemonade stand in June.

A spaceship which can reach the moon.

An ice igloo, where you feel the chill.

And a hospital, have a pill!

An iron cage for a big baboon. 

A quaint soda and ice cream stand.

Hidden headquarters for a spy.

A jet plane flying fast and high.

The right place for a country band.

A camp tent, undiscovered land.

Cozy home where your babies cry.

And a port where a cruise ship docks.

All of this from a cardboard box

Poetic Bloomings Hex Sonnetta

Marriage Glue

When marriages grow stale

The heart turns dull and bleak

The spirit’s rendered weak

Begins to taste of hell

Temptation rings a bell

The bored begin to seek

 

Some struggle with their will

They try to do things right

Put up a fervent fight

But tire in their zeal

Reduced to what they feel

Go off into the night

 

God’s goodness is the glue

That makes one of the two

swap quatrain

Two Crickets 

Two crickets chirped into the night

I tried to sleep with all my might

My efforts rudely were usurped

Into the night two crickets chirped

Baker's Dozen prompt scenery

 

 

 

The Mountain 

Around a curve a mountain sat

A curtain blocking out the sky

Stark gray

Green tint upon a closer look

Houses huddled on the hillside

Lonesome  

In the foreground lacy green trees

march up gravelly embankment.

Cheery 

Baby blue sky peeks over top

Wisps of white crest like frothy waves

Pristine

 

Last spring snow clings to crevices
White icing dribbled on bundt cake
Pleasing

Slate and copper mark the mountain

Looking bold and brave, and daunting
Ageless

So much beauty saddens the soul

I hop into the car, drive home
Regrets

But the valley holds warmth and peace

Safety and bustle of living
Friendship