Monchielle (4) Rabcb six-syllable lines

 I Thank You, Loving God

I thank You, loving God

For sunshine on my cheek

For blueness of the skies

For trees that offer shade

For all which satisfies

I thank You, loving God

For warm and friendly smiles

For laughter and to dance

For traveling the miles

For ruling circumstance

I thank You, loving God

For all nutritious food

For clothes I like to wear

For warm and comfy home

For tender morning prayer

I thank You, loving God

For strength, hope, comfort, peace

For justice and free will

For everlasting life

For eagerness and zeal

A quick poem on a busy morning

When all crumbles

You are my rock midst flooded river

I cling to You

Minute poem three stanzas 8444, iambic pentameter, couplets

 Midnight Snack

My tummy grumbles in the night

It wants a bite

It keeps me up

It longs for sup

I stay in bed and start to pray  

It is my way

And then I sleep

But not too deep

I wake up then and head for food

It seems so rude

I’d like to stay

In bed all day

Minnesang abbcaa, iambic tetratmeter, except last lines iambic hexameter, unrequited love

Twitterpation

Like Disney’s Bambi and Faline,

once twitterpated, so in love,

their countenance, a certain sheen,

they thought they’d fit like hand in glove.

They learned that passions ebb and flow.

They’re in and out like intermittent radio.

So what’s two deer supposed to do

when twitterpation fades away?

Should they stay faithful, tried and true,

when nothing’s left to do and say?

There’s more to love than that great high.

It’s being there for each other until you die.

Memento 8a6b2c8a6b2c

Listening Ear

He waits for me in faithful love

To set to-dos aside

And pray

I knows He hears me from above

His Spirit is inside

His sway

Lune 535

Snow plow scrapes the street

Still dark out

Glad to be indoors

Line Messaging, last lines of each stanza make a message

Christmas Morning

Longing for love

Peace, hope, joy

Kind words

Wishing

Appreciating friends

Gifts

Warmth

You

Thinking 

Of the greatest gift

God in a package

A Merry Christmas

Wishing you a Merry Christmas!

Limerick aabba

There once was a woman named Nell

Who worked up a sweat till she fell

Coworkers did scoff

And carted her off

They couldn’t put up with the smell

Kyrielle Sonnet AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB 8 syllables

Devine

I’m at Your service, Lord, today

I’ll take some time to learn and pray

Please whisper in this heart of mine

I am a branch, You are the vine

Open my eyes that I might see

Please, help me hear spiritually

And block out things that take my time

I am a branch, You are the vine

I want to flourish in Your grace

And branch out all over the place

May others drink of Your new wine

I am a branch, You are the vine

I’m at Your service, Lord, today

I am a branch, You are the vine 

Haiku 5 7 5

Hubby shovels snow

While I’m inside, safe and warm

Spring blooms in my heart

Genesis 3 stanzas of abaCab

Genesis 3 stanzas of abaCab

Why Do They Persecute You?

Jesus, I hear You weep

when evil inflicts so much pain.

I know they hurt You deep,

And yet deeper, deeper down.

Deep in the last sleep.

Your heart feels the strain.

I am safe for now.

I’m bound, yet free, in my vow.

Safe and secure for a time.

Feeling like a clown.

Or caught in a crime.

How much will You allow?

They’ve wounded Your heart.

Mine burns aflame.

Your love is pure art.

Anger is not in Your frown.

I pray for a new start.

I rest and trust in Your Name.

Fibonacci 0 1 1 2 3 8

Write

Fast

Poem

Capture life

Like a camera using words 

The Florette, 8,8,8,12 a,a,b,a Fourth line requirement: internal (b) rhyme on syllable 8.

Priorities

Up in the wee AM again

It would be nice to sleep till ten

But maybe I can get things done

And have some time for bit of fun, get tired and then

I’ll sleep away the day today

And wish I took the time to pray

I should spend time with God first thing

Allowing freedom to take wing, live life His way 

Etheree 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Friends

Travels

Kayaking

Swimming, walking

Electric biking

Hiking up a mountain

Drawing, painting and writing

Reading, hot tea, No-bake cookies

Chicken and rice, broccoli, salad

These are a few of my favorite things. 

Poetic Asides Standard Epulaeryu-about delicious food, 7, 5, 7, 5, 5, 3, 1!

Whip Cream

Whip cream is hubby’s standard

It is a must-have

All else is secondary

He likes it on bread

And just by itself

Lite, fluffy

Good!

Duo Rhyme aabbbbbbaa

The Key

Humanity looks for a key.

But thinks the answer’s lost at sea.

The unknown haunts, the questions slay.

And we so often go astray.

Yes, all we want to do is play.

Loss will incite our hearts to pray.

With God we do an odd ballet.

And offer prayers like a bouquet.

The loving God will hear our plea.

We’ll find the key on bended knee.

Dodoitsu 7, 7, 7, 5

Snow paints the world white and gray

Ice grips the land in its teeth

Frozen air squeezes chest tight

I nestle indoors

Dizain a-b-a-b-b-c-c-d-c-d.

Faith’s Like a Rope

The devil and the Lord just don’t agree

It’s to my Lord I will so truly cling

Avoiding obstacles I can’t foresee

To Him I will give praises, thank and sing

As worship flies upon an angel's wing

I give Him troubles, and He gives me hope

I put my trust in His all- knowing scope

In Him, temptations, we can all withstand

He gives us faith just like a cowboy’s rope

To lasso blessings from His loving hand 

Ducain ababbcbcaa, iambic pentameter

Kindness

You can announce your love on a bold dare

You can say the three-word phrase many times

You can invest a lot of time in prayer

You can compose love poems with fancy rhymes

And even play along with jingling chimes

You can offer hugs and kisses, quite a few

And skywrite “I love you” up in the air

You can smile, offering a “How are you?”

But words don’t mean a thing unless you share

An act of kindness shows someone you care

Constanza--Five or more 3-line stanzas. Eight-syllable lines. First lines can be read as an independent poem. a/b/b, a/c/c, a/d/d, a/e/e, a/f/f…etc.

The Comforter

In times of tears, in times of strain

When all seems dark though it’s not night

When nothing seems to come out right

In times when you feel so insane

Appears that all the rules have changed

And life becomes all rearranged

In times when efforts seem in vain

And future looks so bare and bleak

You try so hard, but end up weak

In times when sorrow seeks to reign

And you’re completely in its grip

It’s hard to stiffen upper lip

The Comforter will ease your pain

Spend time with Him in peaceful prayer

He’ll keep you in His love and care

Clogyrnach 8-8-5-5-3-3, and the rhyme scheme is a-a-b-b-b-a

Stuck

Lethargy’s got a hold of me

Nothing accomplished, I foresee

Spellbound by Facebook

Just can’t take one look

I’m a schnook

I must flee

Poetic Asides Pushy

Pushy

The problem

with being pushy

is that people point

and publicly

proclaim

predicaments

are positively

your responsibility. 

Choka 577577...

Christmas Time

Christmas lights twinkle

Carols play on radio

Snow falls from the heavy clouds

Children make snowmen

Shoppers scurry here and there

Christmas cards arrive in mail

Gifts wait under tree

Manger scenes mix with Santa

Christmas trees point to Heaven

Chastushka abab or abcb or aabb, trochaic tetrameter, humorous, satirical, bawdy, or ironic

Baby Jesus in the manger,

Poverty was not a stranger.

Some folks say faith makes you richer.

What is wrong with that whole picture?

Cascade: Each line of first verse are last lines of subsequent verses

When Women Pray

When women pray as one

Our love shows heart to heart

The Holy Spirit flames

And hope is born anew

Forget the grievances

And seal the gossip lips

Identify with hurts

When women pray as one

Beseech the Lord for good

To come to each beloved

We share the smiles and hugs

Our love shows heart to heart

We wait expectantly

We're still and know He’s there

We feel His love’s embrace

The Holy Spirit Flames

We pray with strength and grace

The words are not our own

We know He’s heard our prayers

And hope is born anew

Byron's Sonnet a-b-b-a a-c-c-a; d-e-d e-d-e.

I Must Have Been Dreaming

Last night I dreamed about a friend

I’d never met him face to face

So everything was out of place

And in this dream that had no end

The last we met was sixteen years

He greeted me with joy and tears

Sobriety was a godsend

He told me he was doing fine

He had a gadget on his belt

That kept his habits right in line

His how are you was quite heartfelt

And then his gadget became mine

So I ate right and then grew svelte 

Bref Double Quatrain 1 a/x/b/c Quatrain 2 x/a/x/c Quatrain 3 a/x/a/b Final couplet a/b (x doesn't rhyme)

Taking Heart

Afraid to go to shopping mall,

Or anywhere where there’s a crowd.

Quick look around to see who’s there.

Take a deep breath and carry on.

Mass shootings happen frequently.

Has my own life slowed to a crawl?

Are days of peace completely through?

To travel just for those who dare?

No longer standing brave and tall,

But waiting for the next bad news.

When will the bombs begin to fall?

Our days are shadowed by a shroud.

In Christ, I find my wherewithal.

I’ll sing His praises long and loud! 

Alouette 557557 aabccb

Christmas Time

Sing of Christmas time

Let silver bells chime

And shoppers tramp through the snow

Decorate the tree

So joyful and free

Let cheery Christmas lights glow

A time of giving

And for hearts to sing

Time for magic, love, and friends

A time to recall

The best gift of all

On One whom our hope depends 

PA shopping, Shardorma 3 5 3 3 7 5

Christmas Shopping

Some people

Are shocked at crazies

They’re fighting

They’re screaming

But I often wonder why

More folks don’t lose it

Rhyming pattern of Alouette

The Best Tree Ever

We drag the tree from the yard

For Dad, it isn’t very hard

It looks much bigger in the house

Mom gets trimmings from the attic

Yes, the children are ecstatic

Now, to scurry like a mouse

Twinkling lights go round and round

With an angel, tree is crowned

Homemade crafts that look so clever

Shiny ornaments from here and there

Memories hung with tender care

I swear this is the best tree ever

L’Arora a, b, c, d, e, f, g, f. At least 4 stanzas

The Death of Me

These kids will be the death of me

While one cries, the other destroys

While I clean one end of the house

They’re making a mess in the other

Their noise overpowers a rock band

I play doctor, maid, umpire, cook

While they torment me all day long

I’d much rather sit and read a book.

These kids will be the death of me

I must run them to all their games

Teachers conferences, recitals,

Plays. Don’t forget their costumes.

Where are their shin guards?

Why can’t mismatched socks be in style?

Why can’t I ever be anywhere on time?

Can’t we just do nothing for awhile?

These kids will be the death of me

One minute ecstatic, the next they’re morose

Past midnight and they’re still not home

I worry, then ground them. I’m the bad guy.

They’re rooms are messy and posted “Keep out”

Dare I go in there and see what they’re up to?

I wonder if they’ll survive their teen years.

Aren't there things in this life more fun to do?

These kids will be the death of me.

Their grown now, but need my support.

Will they call? Are they okay? They’re on their own.

I survived young adulthood despite my stupidity.

Surely they will do fine. But what if they don’t?

It’s not up to me to meet their every need

I’ll just entrust them to the Lord, and what?

I have about five hundred books to read.

PAD 30 Let the Moment Begin

Let the Moment Begin

When “I love yous”

need not be analyzed.

When gifts won’t

be questioned.

When we’d hear

what each other said.

When laughter rings.

When smiles, hugs,

and kisses would

flow like healing oil

down to our toes.

PAD 29 Open Letter

Open letter to All

If you see my husband and me

walking hand in hand,

after all these years,

know that it’s more than,

“Awww, that’s sweet.”

What that is

is proof

that God

still performs

miracles.

PAD 28 It was a blank and blank night

It Was a Long and Frustrating Night

When we drove cross country,

you’d insist that I keep you awake

and I’d fall asleep and dream

you were running off the road.

I’d whack you in the ribs

and you’d yell that it wasn’t

you that was asleep.

Or we’d pull over at a rest stop to doze

and I’d wake up in the dark thinking

I was driving and try to slam on the breaks.

 I’m glad we don’t do that anymore. 

November 27 leftovers

Leftovers

“First Vulture Rights,”

you say as you root

through the fridge

opening each lid,

examining your prize—

tasty morsels, dull tidbits,

or something on the verge

of expiring.

It’s pretty nice, though,

to not worry about mold

or throwing things away.

And then there are times

when I bring home

a take-out container

from lunch out with a friend

and you ask if I want it

and I lie and say no

and get some kind of

saintly satisfaction

for making a small sacrifice

to feed your pleasure.

November 26

Luxury

The turkey in the crockpot

The dynamic duo sleeping in past eight

Hearing your deep voice break the stillness

PAD 25 echo

Echoes of the Past

Your beard is multicolored now

A little brown, red, black, gray, white

We chat a bit about the past

When kids were small and things were tight

Like bubbles floating to the top

Good time we’ve had will come to mind

Like sediment the bad drift down

Our memories become refined 

PAD 24 love/antilove

Our love is like a cedar

clinging to the rocky cliffs,

digging its roots in deep

defiantly flourishing.

PAD 23 apology

I’m Sorry

I’m sorry

for the rocks

I threw in our path.

I’m sorry

that when you fell

I blamed you.

I’m sorry

that the clock

is ticking.

PAD 22 Waiting for blank

Waiting for Inspiration

While you smash macaroni

I wait for the inspiration to hit

And our man makes puppy sing

And our woman drinks her shake

While my muse hides in a corner

PAD 21 strange

Strange

What you think normal

I think strange

You like things the way they are

I like change

You like to stay put

I like my travels

One stays calm

While the other unravels

You work away

While I stay home

You get things hopping

While I write a poem

PAD 20 wordle: relent, horrendous, artifact, lagoon, wobble, plunder

Catch Up

I will not relent

at my horrendous

to-do list

stacked up

like artifacts in a museum,

though I’d rather be whisked away

to a peaceful lagoon.

My determination won’t wobble.

I’ll go after my tasks

like pirates after plunder.

PAD 19 thing

Wrinkle Release

House work is not my cup of tea.

I’ll tell you what’s been a blessing for me.

It’s brought to my mind a little peace.

Just a spray bottle of wrinkle release.

I don’t have to iron, just spray it on,

And like magic the wrinkles are gone.

I take it with me wherever I travel

So of crumpled clothes I can’t cavil.

But I’ll tell you something funny I did.

It may make you laugh like a little kid.

One day, when the air was stinky and stale,

I thought deodorizer would improve the smell.

So I spayed it from the front to the back,

But then I discovered this startling fact.

I hadn’t sprayed air freshener at all,

But the wrinkle release up and down the hall.

It wasn’t deodorizer that I had sprinkled,

but at least now my carpet’s not wrinkled. 

PAD 18 idea

Balance

You think out of the box.

True, sometimes it’s so very

far out of the box

that it’s beyond practical.

I go to you

to see the big picture.

I’m a person who likes to pinpoint

the exact truth,

while you explore the boundaries.

You bring me balance.