exercise from Artist Way

Sky Blue

I am clear and pure.

Adventurous and exciting.

Open for planes

and hot air balloons to float in.

Trees and mountains to reach

Willing to play second fiddle

for clouds to carry their rain

and rainbows to shine their colors of hope. 

A prayer

Spiritual Overhaul

Thank You, Lord,

for speaking to me.

May I hear better.

Thank You for answering my prayers.

May I recognize them more readily

and be more  grateful.

Thank You for loving me.

May I “pay you back”

by loving others,

even when I don’t want to.

Help me not be a snob against others,

and help me forgive those who practice

snobbery against me.

Lord, change and soften my heart.

Grant me words that will unify others

and glorify Your name.

poetic asides My ...

My Travels

Wander lust

All states minus one

Cross country

Many times

Wore a path on I80

Hawaii awaits

Creative Bloomings found poetry

Why I write?

Take pen and paper

Answer it

Even lie

Answer it as though you know

Don’t think about it

(from Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg)

Wordle: direct, path, call, table, care

Guidance

Direct me, Lord, please, lead the way

on the straight path you want today.

At times I feel confused and lost.

I hear Your call and count the cost.

I’ll table my desires now,

and live for You. Please, show me how

to care and love like Jesus did.

For in His heart Your Word He hid.

He met the needs of folks he met.

To love like Him this is my debt. 

Poetic Bloomings Personification

My tea pot like a portly host

Of her I will most gladly boast

She cannot clearly speak

She calls me with a shriek

Then graciously serves tea with toast 

worship poem

Drawing Near

Lord, I thirst for Your love, for Your presence so dear.

Yes, I feel I am fine when You surely draw near.

I’m ashamed of some things I have thought, said and done,

and I ask for forgiveness for each single one.

Lord, I trust that You’re faithful to hear my request.

And regarding forgiveness, yes, You are the best.

Loving Father, please heal me and make my heart clean,

for on You I will always depend, wait and lean.

So with joy I will praise You for being so good

and for grace that You give me to live as I should.

With excitement, I plan and will live out this day

for I know You are with me each step of the way.

So I thank You for Jesus who came long ago

and Your Spirit who guides me in His gentle flow.

As in Heaven, let Your will be done on this earth

and may all come to know of the spiritual birth.

I look forward to Glory where I’ll always be

with my loved ones and You, the divine Trinity.

luc bat

Deformed

At times I’m in a rush

and out my words will gush so fast,

but when the surge is past,

I look and o alas, the form

did not come out the norm.

And then my brain will storm anew,

so this is what I do.

Though ideas are few, I try

to set my ideals high,

and out the words will fly again.

Okay, it’s fine so then

I will end the poem when it’s done. 

another luc bat mutant and hand held

Multit-loafing

I hold in my right hand

a Kindle named by brand to read

so many things I need and want.

And then to left and front, I hold

my slightly beat up, old laptop.

From Kindle I then hop to it;

I hear prerequisite loud ding

‘cause Words With Friends the thing I play

so often night and day.

Another hand held poem

Wondrous Friend

Sometimes I look over my shoulder, fearing I’ll offend You,

or I fall on my knees before You because I’m not worthy,

or I follow behind You, trying to walk in Your steps.

But You said, “I no longer call you servants, but friends.”

Help me remember, and walk hand in hand with You. 

Poetic Asides Hand held

Hand-Held Security

My client has poor depth perception.

Checked tiles terrify him.

Patterned carpets confuse him.

Flowered rugs make him hesitant.

Steps, objects, curbs hinder his progress.

As he holds my hand, he becomes confident,

and I wonder what his world looks like.

Poetic Blooms Luc Bat mutant

Cooked Goose

The large Canada goose

runs wildly on the loose, head down,

quickly covering ground. I run.

My hair becomes undone. “Hiss,hiss!”

The goose makes noise like this. I scream.  

And leap just like a dream, but land

in a place so unplanned, the pond.

Of mud I am not fond. I sink.

My goose is cooked, I think.

Prayer

Holy Esteem

Do you know that feeling

of unworthiness,

inadequacy, failure?

The Holy Spirit is the opposite.

He does not nag, nitpick, needle.

He doesn’t lambast your soul,

knock down your self esteem,

judge or condemn you.

He builds up, comforts and

corrects when necessary,

but in a gentle, loving way.

Come Holy Spirit,

drive out the inner critic

and help me see myself

as God sees me.

Poetic Bloomings Choose a Title

A Waltz of Words

From the time I get up, yes, I waltz with my words.

And at times, they are shy, oh, I know it’s absurd.

On occasion, they flirt like a southern belle.

With wide smiles, words invite and still others repel.

But their dance is so lovely I keep coming back.

Though I step on their toes, I develop a knack.

Like a lover with hand on a slim, dainty waist,

I can guide in a whirl either slow or in haste.

And our laughter’s contagious, soon others around

Begin clapping in time to their rhythm and sound.

In the evening, exhausted, we bid all adieu,

Till the morning sun rises and we waltz anew. 

haiku

Feeling old and stale

Can something stimulate me?

Time for cup of tea

Poetic Asides hair

In His Care

(from Matthew 10:28-30 and Luke 12:6-7)

Are not five sparrows worth two cents?

Yet, God remembers one and all.

His care is loving and intense,

And knows when even sparrows fall.

You are worth more than little birds.

He counts your hair; it’s in His Words.

And whether bald, or have much hair,

You do remain in Father’s care. 

Creative Bloomings Rispetto

Fairy Dance

The moon beams bright tonight

Blue fairies dance on tippy toes

Their song is true, their mood is light

Their beauty as a dainty rose

And when the morning sun rays shine

Their presence doesn't leave a sign

They’re tucked in ferns along the streams

And dreaming little fairy dreams 

Morning Prayer

Supernaturally Good

You know that feeling you get

when you hear of ghosts,

aliens, Sasquatch?

The Holy Spirit is the opposite.

Come Holy Spirit!

Chase away my fears,

stress, inner turmoil.

Fill me with Your love,

peace, comfort.

Very much unlike things

that go bump in the night,

You are light, life, joy and hope.

I set my heart and mind on You. 

Building

Building

Building snowmen and snow forts

Building little boats to sail down the creek

Building tree houses and obstacle courses

Building leaf piles to jump in

Building Kids

Poetic Bloomings tribute to writer

“I’m Gonna Sing”

Thanks, Bill and Gloria Gaither,

for being so prolific,

700 songs and counting.

Growing up in the Lord

to tunes like “Because He Lives,”

“Something Beautiful,”

“He Touched Me”

helped solidify my faith.

I pray that my poems,

songs and stories

do the same for others. 

abab

Catching Crawdads

The crawdad zipped past my bare toes

And wriggled under rocks.

I turned one over and caught him

And put him in a box.

I watched him scramble to get out

Up slippery, straight sides.

Then I dumped him back in the creek

To scurry off and hide.  

PB Bloomings Renga

Seasons of the Bride of Christ

Connie Peters and Darlene Franklin

The world wears white lace

Underneath a steel gray sky

Speaking the Lord’s grace     

Icicles weave silver thread

Winter’s gown for snow-cleansed bride 

Bright colors abound

Life bursts forth in trees and fields 

Air quickens with sound

God’s love spears bridal prism

Rainbow shards contagion spread 

Earth, water and sun

New growth and activity

Labor, joy and fun

White no longer, earthen arms

Toil ‘til every tongue sings praise

Mature red orange leaves 

Beauty adrift on light wind

Patiently the ground receives

Creation slumbers, the bride

Keeps watch.  See! The King is come! 

"small stone"

Morning Ritual

She approaches from the left,

her kitty ears twitching,

her paws tentatively moving forward.

She’s just not getting what I’m doing

with this glowing box on my lap.

She sits on my arm.

I feel her purring while I type.

Now, that she’s comfortable

and this poem of sorts is done,

I hate to disturb her,

but my arm’s falling asleep.

abbacca

Residual Joy

A beach trip memory, my child

Enthralled with waves and sand and fun

Red swimsuit drooping in the sun

And splashing in the surf, so wild

Adventuring past knees, so brave

Then running, screaming from a wave

Today, I thought of this and smiled. 

Poetic Asides Work

Working at Home

Do you work they ask?

Meaning outside the home.

If I say no it sounds like I

sit around and eat

proverbial bonbons all day,

whatever bonbons are.

Yeah, I work like a slave,

when I’m not at the rec center,

having lunch with a friend,

or a out on a shopping trip.

I can do what I want,

as long as I’m not busy

with what I don’t want.

Can get lazy, crazy,

unorganized, obsessive,

tangled and tied up

with projects hither to yon.

I feel like I’m never done.

Relentless.

Can’t clock in and clock out

and leave the work behind,

but I like my coworkers

and have a great boss. 

one of ten ideas

Love’s a Breeze

The casual smiles,

the uncommon courtesy,

the bumps as they bustled about,

like a gentle sea breeze,

so faint, she wasn't really sure

it was love she was sensing,

until, like a parasailer

she was caught up in the sky. 

couplets

In Passing

She jogged past the elderly couple every day.

She’d often nod her head, smile and wave.

But one day, as the sun set she was sad to see

the woman, alone, in obvious misery.

The jogger, compelled, sat by the woman’s side.

The gray-haired lady leaned into her side and cried.

After that, the jogger saw her no more, until one day

when she saw the woman and some children at play.

The widow smiled and waved and came over to her there.

She said, “Thank you for being one to care.

The jogger said, “I’m glad to see you smiling again.”

The woman said, “I keep his memory any way I can.

I tell these children stories of the things my David did,

and now I can see him in each and every kid.” 

Creative Bloomings What could happen to bad people.

Erosion

Drip

drip

drip.

Like water dripping

from the rain gutter

wearing down

the rock underneath,

guilt beat a rhythm

in his mind,

you

did

it

until he had to show them the rock

which marked the grave.

. 

wordle: Forgot, under, store, read, safely, train, dress, entire, grand, optimistic

The Girl Under the Bridge

Time forgot the girl under the bridge in rough terrain.

The nearby store would give her food and a newspaper to read.

She’d dream of escaping her world, safely by train.

She’d wear a clean, fancy dress through the entire deed.

Her ideas were grand, optimistic, everything to gain.

But time forgot the girl under the bridge in rough terrain.

The nearby store would give her food and a newspaper to read.