Dec 31 CB color

Catching

Martin talked Abigail into going Salmon fishing with him

Abigail thought of Martin as a melon head

but Martin considered Abigail a peach.

Pine trees around the dam tapered up like green carrots

Boulders on the beach like brown pumpkins

And pebbles scattered along the water’s edge, kumquats

Martin forgot to take the picnic lunch he promised

A kindly couple in a row boat offered them tangerines

And another fisherman gave them papayas and oranges

Martin kissed Abigail and her cheeks blushed persimmon

They caught nothing, but fiery love as the horizon turned vermillion.

Dec 30

Rejoicing in Weakness

In man dwells no good thing

Any good that crops up

Comes from God

So  I should be glad for my selfishness

For when I think of someone else

I know it’s God

And I should be thankful for my narcissism

Because when I give God praise

I know His Spirit is moving me

And when I’m full of self reproach

God is present when I encourage myself

When I am weak, He is strong

With air all around me, if I hold my breath,

I’ll die. God is everywhere,

I need to be open to His Spirit to live.

Dec 29

Color Drive

We packed a lunch that day

And piled into the van

To see the leaves, our plan

Gold, orange, red array

The mountains on display

Enjoy them while we can

We reached the lake up top

We took the beauty in

But cold cut to the skin

So we lopped short our stop

The picnic was a flop

The drive was still a win

And so we had our fill

And went back down the hill

Poetic Asides pickup

Pick Up

Scattered laundry on a floor

Fast food on the run

Trash along the road

Colorful sticks just for fun

Items on a shopping list

Easter eggs hidden in grass

A package at UPS

Something new in class

Dry cleaning, dear

A hitchhiker begging for a lift

A penny for good luck

An extra shift

A possible date full of charms

A toddler with outstretched arms

acrostic

God is Love

G od, yes the creator of the universe

O pened Himself up to

D eath on the cross in

I ntercession for all

S inners, offering forgiveness,

L ove, grace and mercy for

O  ne and all. Love produces

V ictory over sin and death.

E ternal life is in the offering. 

9-14-9

This is a mixed up and messed up world

with hundreds of religions telling it like they see it.

When all else fails, love God and others.

poetic asides excitement

Excitement

A hundred race cars revving

up their engines in my heart.

A thousand little artists

painting images in my mind.

Five hundred horsemen

trotting though my veins.

Joy, hope, anticipation

twirling around like ballerinas.

Someday!

Poetic Bloomings

Jesus said, Come to me.

Follow me.

Learn of me.

Come!

PA Gogyohka

The Gogyohka

Writing a gogyohka
Sounds like a monster
Beware the gogyohka’s
going to get you.
Just a five-phrase poem.

PA Gogyohka

Reading

The splendid sight

Caused her to quiver

In joy and anticipation

Stacks of gifts

AKA books

Poetic Bloomings It's a Wonderful Poem

If I disappeared

you’d be able to find me

by following the trail

of unfinished projects. 

Posetic Asides prompt

Church

Not the building

A group of people

Housing the Invisible

Joy, peace, love

Anticipating Home

Creative Bloomings form

Dark

I write

As thoughts come

In the quiet

Night

Poetic Asides High

Post-Bucket List

^“I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God so that you may know that you have eternal life.” I John 5:13 

It’s fun to come up with a bucket list,

those things you’d like to do

before you kick the bucket.

But my list is rather long,

and I think about those post-bucket days

in heaven.

What will it be like?

What will we do?

We have forever!

So here is my post bucket list:

Climb to the highest spot in heaven,

whether it’s the original Mount Everest or not.

Learn to ice skate

and dance like an Olympian

to music I’ve composed myself.

Speaking of musical instruments,

I want to learn them all!

Since we have eternity, I may as well.

And writing! After I finish

all the books I started.

I’ll write some more.

Won’t it be fun to write the tales

of Peter, Paul and Mary

(not the singing group) but maybe them, too.

Painting! Talk about living color!

I’ll experiment with all the old colors

and the new ones, as well.

And travel? Just think how big heaven is.

I’d like to explore its dimensions,

via sail boat, hot air balloon, and bike.

Is snow warm and, perhaps, colorful?

Imagine down-hill skiing

with no fear of broken bones!

Think of meeting those from history,

famous people and ancestors,

hearing their stories,

I look forward to meeting Uncle Bill,

my dad’s dear brother

who died in WWII.

And of course, dance with Jesus,

along with children skipping along

among the flowers and singing praises.

Creative Bloomings triolet

The Way, the Truth, the Life

O, wisdom weep at this sad earth

Until creation’s birthed anew

God’s promises hold endless worth

O, wisdom weep at this sad earth

Your hope is in the Christ child’s birth

The babe embodies all that’s true

O, wisdom weep at this sad earth

Until creation’s birthed anew 

Creative Bloomings form

Death

Awaits

All humans

As time goes by

End

Creative Bloomigs form

Home

Comfy

Inviting

A bit messy

Life

Creative Bloomings Christmas song line

O, Come All Ye Faithful

A Christmas song

Sung once a year.

The words become

So very dear,

That once a year

Is not enough

To adore the Lord

For His great love.

O, Come let us adore Him,

Christ the Lord!

PA prompt

Foundation

F irmly planted

O rganized in a logical way

U sing underpining to avoid pining over what you can’t have

N urtured in a strong groundwork

D eliberate in your basis of living

A lways establishing what’s good and right

T aking steps to build a strong base

I nstituting solid principles

O utreaching in charity and compassion

N ever neglect a solid foundation

Creative Bloomings Terzanelle

Shannon Creek Park

There was a park called Shannon Creek

A sheltered place within the shade

There was a park called Shannon Creek

The memories have come to fade

Those times when I was just a kid

A sheltered place within the shade

I think of all the things we did

We swam and fished and played all day

Those times when I was just a kid

With country music on display

And horseshoes ringing in the air

We swam and fished and played all day

Small children swinging, with no care

The hot dogs sizzling on the grill

And horseshoes ringing in the air

Of fun and food we had our fill

There was a park called Shannon Creek

The hot dogs sizzling on the grill

There was a park called Shannon Creek

Poetic Asides false

Stories

The little boy not knowing truth from lies

cries

and wonders why

his dad can’t see him anymore.

He waits for him to walk through the door.

As he grows up with bitterness and disillusionment

will he realize

it’s because of that time

when Mom took him to that man with a white jacket

and he told the man stories.

He said, “Yes, Daddy did that.”

A CB prompt

Staying Active

I don’t like sitting like a rock.

I want to be up and active like a jock.

Kayaking, swimming, biking

Gardening, rafting, hiking

Traveling, chatting, reading

Crocheting, writing, eating

Okay, I guess I like sitting, too.

But I want to be up and moving when I’m through.

Creative Bloomings song title

To Stay

I dated my first serious boyfriend

for four years. Actually I dated him

one year, and for the next three years,

we tried to break up, but we kept

getting back together, while

“Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover”

played in the background. Eventually,

we grew apart. He wound up in my wedding,

 but not as the groom. For the next

thirty-five years I must have thought of

more than fifty ways to leave my lover,

but there’s only one way to stay

and that’s to stay. 

Creative Bloomings senryu

Sometimes a poem hides

Until the poet threatens

To take his toys and go home.

Creative Bloomings Pearl Harbor

It’s a shame when good

Needs a Pear Harbor-sized nudge

To overcome bad 

Quote

To Do or Write

Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing. -Benjamin Franklin

If we did nothing but write,

before long, we’d have nothing to write about.

If we never wrote,

our learning

our memories 

our appreciation

would suffer.

Let’s do both,

write something worth reading

and do something worth writing

so we may thrive.

extra fairy poem

Lily, Tilly, Milly, Spark and Lark

Mama Fairy came into the play room holding Lark the baby fairy.

Time to get ready for bed.

Put away your toys, Snack, drink, brush teeth. Baths. Potty,

Lily, Tilly and Milly set about doing all their mama said.

But Lark had just a few more things to do.

He had to call his friends Doodles and Noodles.

He had to feed his pet caterpillar.

And he just had to finish playing with his fire truck,

After all his action figure was about to burn to death.

Lily, Tilly and Milly were all cozy in their rooms.

But Mama had to help Spark

Put away his toys. Get him a snack and a drink.

Brush is teeth. Take a bath.

Spark sat up in bed, I have go to the bathroom.

Mama quietly led him to the bathroom.

Spark saw soap sitting at the sink.

Would it float.

Spark are you playing in the water

No just conducting an experiment.

Get to bed!

Spark lay in bed. Looking at the ceiling.

What was that noise something tapping on the window.

Mom there’s a troll trying to get in.

Mama came in

No just a branch in the wind.

Spark lay there a little while

Mama Larks making noise.

Mama came back in.

Lark will be quiet if you be quiet.

She patted the baby’s bottom

And soon Lark was quite.

Spark lay there a little longer.

He jumped out of bed

And ran to Mom who was reading a book.

I forgot to feed Peppers

No you didn’t go back to bed.

Mom looked like she was having too much fun.

Spark went out again.

Will you read me a story.

No, but I will read in your doorway.

Mama dragged her door to the doorway and began reading.

Spark came to the door and asked for another drink.

Mama pointed back to the bed.

Spark came to the door rubbing his belly.

I think I’m getting sick.

Mama pointed back to the bed.

Spark began to get out of bed

But he forgot why.

He had lots of thoughts running through his head.

Why was it that he needed to get out of bed.

He tried to think

But soon he fell asleep.

Poetic Asides difficulties

If I Had My Druthers

Lots of good things

come from difficulties:

Character growth

Problem-solving skills

New beginnings.

Even so,

I’druther not have them.

Creative Bloomings vers beaucoup

Christmas Lights in the Morning

The light is a sight and I might

fight to sit a bit

fit in the chair to stare

where the tree I can see in peace.

Creative Bloomings Helping Hand

Clarence and Marie

“Tell me what you’ll need,

and I’ll show you how to do without it,”

said the kind old man

who lived across the road.

But he and his wife did a lot for us

(a young couple and a baby)

living far away from home,

our friends and relatives.

They became our second parents,

inviting us over for holidays,

running  us to Bible Studies,

offering us help and encouragement.

We lost each other over the years,

but we’ll always be grateful for them.

Creative Bloomings fire in my soul

Fire

The fire, more extensive

than the universe,

fits quite snugly in my soul,

longing to be released

in speech, deeds and poetry

to set the world ablaze.