Poewar No A's except one with two

Missing

There’s something missing in this poem.

Cn you guess wht it is?

Not eiou.

The first letter of the lphbet.

Tht’s right. You got it.

It’s esy to see.

Angela, dm, ndy, meli, shley

would ll miss this letter very much.

Poewar Complete

Done

It doesn’t happen very often—completing something.

There’s always a dish waiting at the sink.

A sock forgotten in the laundry.

People are continuously hungry.

Crumbs magically appear on the floor.

Manuscripts forever need revising.

That’s one reason I like writing poetry.

I can finish poems, or at least, almost finish them.

poewar beginning with final line

Pubescent

Striving to stand out,

but not be weird.

Intending to blend in,

but not fade away unnoticed.

Focusing on two things at once—

changing colors to match their backgrounds,

and unfurling their speedy tongues,

like chameleons. 

poewar sounds

Morning Dance

A nimble nymph danced in delight

in her secret place under the willows.

In dim morning light, she twirled and smiled

and on a whim waltzed with a nightingale,

letting lovely winds rustle her wings.

Music of the morning—trills and squeals

of woodland animals made her toes tap.

Until at last she scampered ‘neath the lilies

and whiled away the warm day, napping.

poewar inspiration: Just start writing anything that comes to mind as fast as you can

Some Foods Are Like That

Lemons are sour but smell so sweet

Pepper are useless unless they’re cooked

Mushrooms remind me of Dad in the forest

Onions make people cry and smell bad

Bananas get a bad rap sometimes

Eggs can be made so many ways

Bread is yummy but can make you fat

Chocolate’s like God in some ways

Venison brings back memories and makes my mouth water

Grapes dance as raisins

Pistachio nuts are an event

Snickers sits on my lap and purrs.

poewar paragraph to poem

Memories of a Campfire

One summer night in Pennsylvania,

after a cookout,

my middle sister,

my oldest sister’s husband

and I sang around a campfire.

While he played the guitar,

she held the book

and I held the flashlight.

We sang old folk songs,

one after the other.

The campfire reduced

to glowing embers

and the circle of light

became smaller

and weaker on the page.

In The Cat Came Back,

Old Mr. Johnson tried

to get rid of his little cat

until the whole world exploded,

but the cat came back.

I think of that singing session

with affection and some sadness

since my brother-in-law passed.

Memories are to life,

like embers are to a roaring fire.

Our souls are somewhat like the cat,

and for my sister’s hubby, life flames eternal. 

poeward begin and end with same word

Conference

Fast, frantic, faithful

She gobbles down breakfast

and tears off to learn about children’s books,

while the warm Albuquerque sun beams on.

Then she flits away like a butterfly

after a meal of nectar.

Fast

poewar verbs

Walking in the Rain

Yesterday, an autumn day, I walked in the rain.

I about forgot how I loved to splash about in a downpour.

Being outdoors makes me feel adventurous and alive,

Especially in the rain amidst the brilliant leaves turning.

A stranger poked his head out of his SUV shouting,

“You’re going to get wet, girl!”

Something about walking in the rain

Elicits comments from strangers.

I remember walking in the rain as a little girl

And people who would pass me

Would say something clever, funny or stupid,

Like, “You’re going to get wet.”  Duh.

As I walked, the rain pelted off my wind breaker.

I felt sheltered, yet exposed to a delightful world,

of beauty, of orange and golden leaves glistening.

I basked in rain, like beachgoers do the sun.

I entered my home delighting in the warmth.

I nestled in my recliner and sipped hot tea.

A bit saddened, I wondered how long

It would be till I walked in the rain again.

poewar real moment

Memories

On our 35^th wedding anniversary,

my husband’s brother came to visit.

They rehashed stories growing up,

school days, the band, dating, marriage,

children, church, their spiritual lives

and how they viewed the world.

I noticed there were many incidents

hubby and I remembered differently.

After several corrections and amendments,

I decided to let him tell them his way.

I just smiled at his versions and wondered

what his revisions would be next time.

poewar something new

Public Speaking

Chest tightened

Sweat formed

Throat cleared

Mouth spoke

Eyes stared

Hands clapped

Breathing resumed

poewar beginning middle end

Unbroken

A cloud covered the sun

And the old woman hobbled to the window

Feeling fragile and fearful

Her cabin in the woods had always felt like a refuge, until now

She fingered her diamond necklace in one hand, rifle in the other

Her talents were many, poetry, painting, singing, marksmanship

The crystal on her mantel glimmered as a flashlight beam passed over

She stepped out on the porch rifle aimed at a furtive figure in black

She listened to the retreating footsteps and returned to her refuge, unbroken

poewar negative to positive

Catastrophe/Success Diamante

Catastrophe

Cataclysmic, disastrous

Stressing, despairing, panicking

Hurricane, tsunami, completion, accomplishment

Rejoicing, enjoying, thriving

Advantageous, fortunate

Success

poewar lines of different lengths

Silhouette

The candle flickered

casting shadows on the wall

while the storm raged outside.

She sat up when she saw a silhouette

of a giant pouncing toward her bed,

but it was merely Kitty playing with her toy.

Worry’s like that.

poewar formal casual (Saturday)

Formal or Casual

An old lady

examined her wrinkles and rolls

in the mirror.

“Shall I go formal or casual today?”

She slipped into an evening gown

and laced on her sneakers.

Why not both?

Poewar Random word Splinter

Splinter

S omething broke off from the whole

P iece, sliver, chip, fragment

L eft loose to be on its own

I ndependent from the group

N ot with the source

T orn apart, disintegrated, shattered

E very day I struggle with splinterdom.

R emind me, Lord, to stick with You.

poewar old poem to new

Jackpot!

Winning a million dollars

Excitement, surprise, delight

God is greater.

He is my treasure.

A goldmine of grace and mercy

My prize

Poewar Imagism

Orange, gold, red leafy arms

Reached over our car

Like a bridge over a square dancer 

Poewar repetition

Wind Whisperer

We whisper wishes in the wind

And the wind whisperer listens

Glistening leaves fall

Whirling, swirling, dancing

Laughing, we chase them

Catching them here and there in midair

As we whisper wishes in the wind

And the wind whisperer listens

Poewar W'hat's your routine? Change it.

I usually write poetry in the morning, during the two hours my husband and I are getting our host home clients up and ready or sometimes before they’re both up. (I write fiction and devotions early morning and during the day when my clients are at day programming four days a week.) I use my laptop and sit in my recliner. Poetry sessions go from a few minutes to a half hour or so, unless I’m getting a poem ready for publication then the revision can go longer. I write a poem a day so I don’t wait until I get inspired. I usually write to prompts or if I don’t have a prompt I make my own: a photo, a wordle, or something on the internet. Often my poems come from my prayer life, something I experience or something that’s been on my mind. I edit a bit while I write the poem, usually I don’t try to perfect it unless I want to submit it for publication. 

Poeming on the Porch

I remember a time

living in a trailer on an acreage

when I thought going to jail

sounded inviting.

Someone cooking my meals.

Not having to take care of kids.

Having adults to talk to.

The crisp air bites my elbows.

Leaves have turned yellow already.

Some kind of bird chirps.

Cars rush by in the distance.

A little-more-than-half-moon waits to set.

Not much going on the neighborhood.

I miss living in the country.

poewar syllabic verse shadorma

Walking in the Rain

Enjoying

Rainy afternoon

Earthy scent

Golden leaves

Remembering childhood days

Feeling so alive

Poewar First person definitive statement

The Bridge

If I were to cross a suspension bridge

Hundreds of feet over a raging river

I’d make sure it’s one I could trust.

There are many purported bridges

To Heaven in the form of various religions,

But can we trust any of them?

I trust the One who fulfilled many prophecies with unfathomable statistics,

Who healed the sick, taught with authority, and rose from the dead.

I trust the One whose predictions reads like today’s news.

I trust the One who is love,

Who sacrificed His life for my forgiveness

Who made my life worth living.

Jesus is my bridge.

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. John 14:6

poewar 2 metered, one unmetered

Writing this Rascal Poem

I can not seem to write this poem today

So many starts, my time just wastes away

I’ll laugh about this some forthcoming day

Determination’s often hard to sway

I fiddle with the meter and the rhyme

As out the window flies my precious time

To many this may seem to be a crime

But when I’m done, at last, I’ll feel sublime

Like an avid jigsaw-puzzler is confident

that 1,000 pieces will make one picture,

a poet has to have faith that a thousand thoughts

will come together as a poem. 

Poewar meter

The Sea Gull

The sea gull perched upon the rocks

As frothy waves crashed on the beach

Two wizened men fished from the docks

The glory days consumed their speech

Of better times when young and brave

And fought for wives and kids and more

And worked, and strived, and loved, and gave

And aimed for better things in store

Until they realized too late

The moments were what held the grace

The little things were what was great

Like look upon your loved one’s face

The sea gull flew into the sky

The two men watched as it went by 

Poewar elegy

My Sister-in-law

She saved three lives

before her body left the hospital.

The strangers I pass on the street

could have

her eyes

her heart

her liver.

The burn victim I noticed

in the grocery store

could be wearing her skin.

It’s mostly comforting,

but a little bit creepy.

Poewar list poem

Things that Make Me Smile

A kitty cat

A baby’s giggle

Saying cheese

Ticklish toes that wiggle

A surprise gift

A birthday wish

A silly song

A scrumptious dish

An ice cream cone

Colorful socks

A funny joke

Nature walks

Fond memories

A new suit

To win a game

Something cute

An impish grin

Compliments

A spring rain

Accomplishments

A soft pillow

A welcome friend

A warm hug

A long day’s end

Poewar meditation

Where Dreams Come True

How nice it would be to glide

and whirl about on the ice.

Gracefully, majestically.

Perhaps in eternity. 

Poewar perspective

Gooneybird

I used to be loved by a little girl,

but she grew up

and I found myself in a yard sale.

A woman with black hair and brown eyes said,

“What a lovely red-headed doll!”

and bought me for a quarter.

Her husband called me Gooneybird

and the name stuck.

I had a happy life there.

All their grandchildren and visitors

would come play with me.

But then the elderly couple was no more.

I went home with one of the daughters.

Now, I sit in the living room in a blue chair my size,

next to a dummy named Jim Rabbit.

Besides my pink dress, I wear a white hat from a girl

who once lived there and a crocheted multicolored scarf

that had belonged to the old man who had named me.

Now a childlike man stoops down before me

and stares at me as if waiting for me to talk.

I wish I could. I’d tell him he has a nice smile.

Poewar place

Gaslight Theater in Durango

A new baby doll scent mixed

with the musty smell of old carpet

and tantalizing aroma of buttered popcorn.

Gasps echoed my thoughts

when we spied the new seats,

a kind of golden peachish color,

pleather, large and luxurious

looking like they were robbed

from first class seating in a jumbo jet.

We delighted in cushy comfort as we sat,

feeling a bit like Lily Tomlin

as she said, “My name is Edith Ann.”

We fiddled with buttons on the sides,

joking about ejection seats or calling help

but landed in a reclining position.

Because they were so comfortable,

they were soon forgotten as blaring sound

and colorful images brought the screen to life.

Poewar trending

The Great American Beer Festival

Once, I slept in the home office of a Coors heir.

It was larger than my bedroom at home,

its shelves filled with nicely bound books.

A giant globe took up one corner,

a broad desk about the size of my car, in another.

The split level house, nicely decorated

featured an attached triple-car garage

which held his choices of Mercedes.  

Maybe people like him and his customers

and various “beer geeks”

have a reason to celebrate beer,

but not victims of drunk drivers,

domestic abuse or alcoholics.  

Poewar something I've changed my mind about

Self-Publishing

With over thirty years of writing,

I haven’t gotten as much out of it

financially as I put into it.

So I’ve changed my mind

about self-publishing.

It’s a different animal anyway,

no longer looked at as vanity.

I’ll give myself another thirty years.

If I’m not breaking even by

the time I’m eighty-six,

I’ll retire and take up painting. 

Poewar childhood giving-Oct 1

More than Things

I don’t remember giving a lot away when I was a kid.

 I didn’t have a whole lot of what anyone would want.

I remember trading some of my doll clothes and dishes

and never feeling satisfied with the trade,

always thinking of the lost items with regret.

Once, I gave a Halloween peanut butter cup to my dad.

He was astonished at my generosity and so pleased,

I would have given him all my candy if he asked.

To this day it’s easier to give away money than things.

I guess that’s a leftover from the time I didn’t have much.

Once I possess something, it becomes a part of my story.

Every object in my home could become a poem.