kyrielle

At Times

At times I get a bit derailed,

A train that’s lumbered off its track.

Intentions good, but I have failed.

Lord, help me find the right way back.

At times, I wander off the road,

All burdened with my traveler’s pack.

I want to toss away my load.

Lord, help me find the right way back.

At times, I flounder in the sea,

With hungry sharks on the attack.

Beneath the waves, this is my plea,

Lord, help me find the right way back.

At times, I try to soar on wings,

But then the storm clouds turn all black.

I find I’m just a kite with strings,

And so You pull me right on back. 

Summer

Summer

Summer waits in the wings

rain tapping with impatience.

The sun smiles knowing soon

it can beam all its brilliance

making earth a playground.

spring

Spring

Spring hides in the wings

Waiting to take center stage

Dressed in brilliant colors

Blowing kisses with essence

Of sweet perfume on breezes.

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Life’s a Beach

I dream of summertime when I can bask

In the bright sun with sunscreen like a mask,

With soothing ocean, feeling fine and free

And build a castle, on a bended knee.

I think of days gone in this life of mine,

Adventure, victories, some not so fine.

I’ve wandered in this world confused and lost

And strove for sparkling dreams at a great cost.

It hasn’t been so bad here on the whole.

I’ve never grown accustomed to my role.

My life enriched by people that I meet,

Through problems, won’t succumb to dark defeat.

Those times I spend alone on sunny shore

Will strengthen me to live this life some more.

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Wonderful Ways to Wisdom

Some say experience is good for learning.

Others say education makes one discerning.

Or an elderly person is like a wisdom flask.

James says all you have to do is ask. 

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Twenty-Five Ways to Procrastinate on a Writing Project

Sleep, eat, watch TV.

Cookies! You can bake!

Make those phone calls

you’ve been meaning to make.

Peruse Facebook posts

and tweet on Twitter.

Read a magazine.

Draw a cute critter.

Practice autographs

for when you’re famous.

Make up some lyrics

for “You Can’t Blame Us.”

Clean off your desk top.

Blow bubbles with gum.

Google your name and

your friends’ names for fun.

Watch out your window

till you see a cat.

Build a blanket fort.

Design a new hat.

List interesting names

for your next hero.

Count from 1,000

by tens to zero.

Write a letter to you

ten years from now.

Walk seventeen blocks.

Try a new hairstyle.

Sing some silly songs.

Try meditation.

Write a poem about

procrastination. 

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As Children

Allergic to the adult world

Pretend  places, people, adventures

We worked at play

Morning Prayer

Good Morning

Good morning, Lord,

draw near today.

I love You,

come what may.

Thank You, God,

for being near.

With You around

I will not fear.

Or, at least, I’ll try

to be brave like You,

and do the things

You want me to.

Forgive me Lord

when I stray 

and may I love

like You, I pray.

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Class

We sat around the table.

I talked.

They listened

And I loved them

for listening.

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Crack

Crater

Canyon

Lord, please repair the cracks in my life.

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Monstrous gray clouds

Arose from the mountains

Hovering over the valley

Threatening townspeople

With snow and more snow

Poetic Asides Hidden

Hidden Beauty  

I asked the ocean,

“Why do you conceal

beautiful things within?”

It replied, “It’s because of my Creator.

Like parent enjoy

hiding Easter eggs

 for their children,

He hides beautiful things

for those who seek them.”

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Hidden

H elp me seek and find You as

I meditate on Your word.

D eliver me from evil.

D irect me to Your path.

E nvelop me in Your love.

N urture me in Your grace.

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His tummy rumbles

Calling, “Feed me, feed me, quick!”

Here’s my morning poem

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Hope

A hollow feeling deep within

Rebels at rushing ‘round today

The silver lining beckons me

The rose of hope is on display

I feel alone at my desk chair

But tender thoughts do swing and sway

Unlike potatoes in the ground

The rose of hope is on display

The breath of life draws near to me

Like butterflies along the way

My God’s caress, a gentle breeze

The rose of hope is on display

Like ice melts in the beaming sun

Down rocky cliffs a silver gray

Providing power strong and true

The rose of hope is on display

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Thank You, Lord

T hank You for sunshine, blue skies and melting snow for

H ow the air is fresh and clean

A nd when I breathe in I can imagine springs when I was

N ot old but a little child

K icking about in the puddles, the buttercups and violets. Thank

Y ou for the birds returning from the south. As geese fly

O verhead I can hear them honking. As I look up from

U nderneath I remember my pappap who

L oved Canada geese and would feed them as they landed.

O ne and only God, thank You for trees budding,

R oads and sidewalks becoming navigable.

D ear Lord, thank You most of all for who You are, wonderful Creator.

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Bad Habit

Adhesive strip covers my thumbnail.

My nails are easily torn and frail.

To keep awake at night, I tear and bite.

I try to stop, but to no avail.

Is a streamed movie worth throbbing pain?

What’s a matter with my silly brain?

I should go to bed and skip show instead.

But I wake with regret, and complain.

Without my nails, I can’t grasp thin strings.

All through the day my thumb burns and stings.

With such a sport, nails are ugly and short.

It’s not one of my favorite things.

Ghazal

I Wait on You

The morning is quiet and in my mind, I wait on You

Getting my spirit and soul aligned, as I wait on You

The internet, writing, breakfast clamors for attention

So I aim my thoughts to be refined, and I wait on You

The household will rise and quietness will be broken

I need Your help to be joyful and kind, so I wait on You

I need your wisdom, your peace, joy, hope, and direction

So in me Your name may not be maligned, so I wait on You

I love You with all my mind, soul, heart and strength

I trust that as I seek, I will find, help me wait on You. 

Finally

Invitation

At last, Jesus,

I get to take a few minutes

to focus on You.

It’s not that I hadn’t had the time,

but that I finally ignored

the seductive distractions calling me

long enough to hear your gentle whisper

inviting me to break away

and rest in Your peaceful presence.

Hi! I love You and give You

spiritual hugs and kisses.

Poetic Asides Finally

At Last

At age 59,

when I walk down the aisle

wearing my purple gown

and graduation cap,

along with much younger students,

I’ll snatch my diploma

from the professor’s hand

and say,

“Finally!”

Ah, but two more years to go. 

Morning Prayer

Sad

Feeling the loss

The loss of decency

Of love, of freedom

Of mutual respect

Of camaraderie

Of friendship

Of peace

Of hope

Of joy

Lord, please restore this country

To loving You

And loving others

Addictions

Addictions

Lots of fun

Cost, control

Addictions

Trapped and bound

No more fun

Addictions

Jesus, help!

Free me from

Addictions

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Power in Numbers

A raindrop

A snowflake

A sand grain

By themselves

Miniscule

Powerless

But combined

With others

Powerful

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Focus

The troubles of the world weigh on my soul

But it’s the little things that get me down

Someone forgets to shake my hand at church

A friend I’ve never met dislikes my post

I feel so out of whack in my life’s role  

At times I feel I’m just about to drown

I wish I could go back and start again

But I’m not sure what I regret the most

The problem is my focus is on me

I need to turn my eyes upon my God

And then all things would slowly turn more clear

As I am comforted by His sweet Ghost  

My God alone can make me right and whole

He is the cure for woefulness and frown 

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Change

Heart flutters

Dull ache throbs

Time crawls on

Past flings fade

Barren moods

Far off light

Follow path

Time will tell

Willingly 

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Nebraska Red

Buzz in air

Fun event

Play to win

Thick traffic

Sea of red

Roaring crowd

Fans transfixed

Solid pride

Corn Huskers          

I remember

my sister and I

leaving home

in a U-Haul van.

Dad gave us jumper cables,

probably realizing

what kind of car

we’d be driving

through Nebraska winters.

He pointed to the red clip.

“Remember, Go Big Red is positive.”

That’s when Nebraska enthusiasm

began to breath in my soul.

I didn’t even like football.

Poetic Asides Anticipation

Expecting 

Anticipation is

time giving birth

to a darling.

But sometimes it’s squalling,

ruddy and, dare say, ugly.

Yet whatever is born

from that anticipation

you feed it, bathe it,

and change its diapers.

Then you watch it grow

into something lovely. 

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Greed

Time passes

Regrets grow

Dizzying

Hurts dig deep

Belly wants more

Glory waits

Cats have fun

with a box

Contentment

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The Creek Calls

Creek ripples

Tumbles on

Around curves

Over stones

Twigs dancing

Leaves twirling

Shadows dart

Minnows swim

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