PAD 30 ending of something

Got a baby computer today

I don’t know if I’ll like it this small

But I’ll be glad when traipsing through an airport

Seems odd to retire my old larger one.

PAD 30 ending

PAD is over for another year

So back to writing poem a day alone

Till November or Wednesdays

PAD 30 the ending of something

The Boom

That Wednesday night when you went off to church

and you boomed bye in your big voice

I didn’t know that it would be the last time I heard it.

I still have you here now and for that I am grateful.

But I miss the voice that complete strangers

would come up to you at church

and say how they enjoyed hearing you sing,

and the blind lady would sit near you so she could hear it.

I miss the voice I deemed the best

in all the world, next to Neil Diamond’s.

I miss having to hush you

for fear of waking up the household.

I miss how hearing your voice

made me feel when I picked you out of the crowd

or when I knew where you were when I walked into a building

or in the middle of the night when you said my name.

Now, you take a breath

for each phrase

so I can hear your whisper.

I miss the boom.

PAD 29 Respond to earlier poem

Where did we go wrong?

Did we zig instead of zag?

Can we start anew today?

Yes, start fresh today

Zigzags make life noteworthy

Be thankful as is

PAD 29 respond to earlier poem

Hiking

To mountain top

Fairy Trumpets, Blue Flax

Snapping photos, telling stories

Laughing

Longing

To hike rough ground

Hear what nature whispers

Breath in fresh air and take in sights

Soon please

PAD 29 Response to an earlier Poem, acrostic

Wednesday

W e’re half way through the week. The

E nd is just around the corner.

D id I accomplish anything so far?

N ow, I have two more days before the week

E nd. My to-do list seems longer than what it was on

S unday night. God, please orchestrate my

D ays. Help me do what’s important

A nd be about the purpose You have for me.

Y ou are what really matters.

Sunday

S urvived this week, Lord, thank You. As

U sual I didn’t get all of my to-dos done.

N ow, as I look back on my week I

D eclare that I have a fairly interesting life

A lthough, it doesn’t feel like it at times. I’ll trust

Y ou to carry me through another week.

PAD 28 Blank wave, abracadabra

Battered by the Wave

The ancient light house tall and brave,

It lit the way for folks at sea.

I wish I had a soul like this.

It stood alone, some lives to save.

When storms came in, remained so true,

Though battered by the giant wave.

From day to day, offered itself.

It never tired of how it gave.

A light in darkness, may I be.

I wish I had a soul like this.

It stands there still so wise and grave.

PAD 28 Blank wave, English madrigal

A Japanese Wave

One year, a Japanese boy stayed with us.
We loved to learn from him and his new ways.
He made us laugh, enjoy the summer days.

One day, he played with friends in yard and thus, 

We bid him go with friendly goodbye wave.
One year, a Japanese boy stayed with us.
We loved to learn from him and his new ways.

Meant “come” to him, we had failed to discuss.
We tried to motion that he then should stay.
He gave us one lengthy, bamboozled gaze.

One year, a Japanese boy stayed with us.
We loved to learn from him and his new ways.
He made us laugh, enjoy the summer days.

PAD 28 Blank wave, lune

See it building up.

It rises.

Swoosh! It brings me in.

PAD 27 story, Luc Bat

The Rose

He felt depressed that day.

Nothing went his way and worse,

He then began to curse.

His speech became adverse to all.

Ashamed, he felt so small.

He backed against a wall and cried.

He wished that he had died.

But he looked up and spied a tot.

She held a bright green pot.

He saw what she had brought to him,

Just dirt that reached the rim.

With eyes filed to the brim with tears,

(She only was four years.)

She smiled and said, “Here’s some dirt.

And I know you must hurt.  

But just a little squirt, here grows

A lovely yellow rose.

And the Lord Jesus knows Your pain

So His sweet care like rain

Will make you smile again in love.”

Then hope came like a dove.

He thanked the God above, and her.

PAD 27 story, list poem

Wedding Vows

They went through all their wedding vows.

Good times

Bad times

Sickness

Health

Richer

Poorer

Better

Worse

And that was just the honeymoon.

PAD 27 story, limerick

There once was a shy, slender fellow

Who they accused of being too mellow

Their words were so harsh

He fled to a marsh

So now they call him marshmallow

PAD 26 relationship, landay

Five Sisters

Five sisters in the same small house can be frenemies,

At times friends, other times enemies.

Oldest sister would take me where I wanted to go,

But she would get mad if I were slow.

I remember one sister chasing me down the hall.

I screamed before she touched me at all.

My sister next up and I looked like twins and were best friends.

Did we get along well? That depends.

My younger sister, we treated like a little doll.

And I often chased her down the hall.

And now we’re scattered from California to Ohio.

When one’s in need, we’re ready to go.

Landay

Landay

Thirteen syllables lined up together looks like this.

Nine syllables coupled can be bliss.

PAD 26 relationship, Lai

Snickers

Snickers pretty cat

Calico, at that

Crazy

Loony as a bat

A bit of a brat

Zany

Together we sat

To give her a pat

Lazy

PAD 25 unusual word

CWM

Cwm, a remarkable word using w for a vowel.

Pronounced like coon except ending in m.

Meaning an amphitheater-like valley

formed by a glacial erosion—also cirque.

I came across its use in the book,

“Blind Descent” about a man

who survived descending

Mount Everest alone and blind.

I’ll probably never climb Mount Everest,

but I’m glad to discover the word “cwm.”

PAD 25 unusual word

Oe

I use the word “oe” quiet often,

playing Words With Friends.

I may never use it in a sentence,

unless someday I have a hankering

to visit the Faroe Islands

about half way between

Norway and Iceland.

Then if, in my adventures,

I happen to spy a whirlwind,

I might say, “Oh, what an oe!”

PAD 25 unusual word

Prestidigitator

One night, my sister’s husband

tossed and turned in his sleep,

apparently having a nightmare.

She gently shook him.

He turned to her, still asleep,

and said, “Prestidigitator.”

She had to look it up.

It means one who practices

sleight of hand.

We are all still amazed

at how a word like “prestidigitator”

can pop out of someone’s mouth

while they’re sleeping.

Day 24 Roundelay or antiroundelay

Lord, Fill My Mouth with Praise

Complaints are many, praises few.
Too, often I grumble or sigh.
I’m thankful for what You say and do,
But I do tend to whine and cry.
Lord, fill my mouth with praise to You.
Please change my tune to lift You high.

I’m thankful for what You say and do,

But I do tend to whine and cry

God, You are gracious, good and true.  

I’m slow to praise, I don’t know why.
Lord, fill my mouth with praise to You.
Please change my tune to lift You high.

God, You are gracious, good and true.  
I’m slow to praise, I don’t know why.
Help me see from Your point of view,
So of Your grace I’ll testify.
Lord, fill my mouth with praise to You.
Please change my tune to lift You high.

Help me see from Your point of view,

So of Your grace I’ll testify.

Complaints are many, praises few.

Too, often I grumble or sigh.

Lord, fill my mouth with praise to You.

Please change my tune to lift You high

acrostic

Wednesday

W e’re half way through the week. The

E nd is just around the corner.

D id I accomplish anything so far?

N ow, I have two more days before the week

E nd. My to-do list seems longer than what it was on

S unday night. God, please orchestrate my

D ays. Help me do what’s important

A nd be about the purpose You have for me.

Y ou are what really matters.

PAD 24 Roundelay or antiroundelay

Roundelay

Hey, hey the roundelay!

Forget it, this I pray!

I don’t mean to be lazy,

But they drive me crazy.

There is a better way.

4 23 Kimo

The morning light shows shadows of knick-knacks

Phone, clock and cups by my side

My laptop screen alight

PAD 23 action, cinquain

Hiking

To mountain top

Fairy Trumpets, Blue Flax

Snapping photos, telling stories

Laughing

PAD 23 Action Kyrielle

Swaying

I’m on vacation by the beach

Enjoying a sweet life of ease

A treasured book within my reach

As palm trees sway with ocean breeze

I lie here hearing sea gulls call

As they fly over gentle seas

I’d like to stay here till the fall

As palm trees sway with ocean breeze

I watch the children at their play

I’ll join them shortly if I please

Right now, I’ll lie here in the shade

As palm trees sway with ocean breeze

That’s just a dream I’m dreaming now

In Colorado, where I freeze

I try to picture sand, not snow

As palm trees sway with ocean breeze

4 22 Kimo

The morning is quiet with no one up

I hear his walker’s rattle

Quiet time is broken

4 22 Katauta

Where did we go wrong?

Did we zig instead of zag?

Can we start anew today?

PAD 22 plant

Fragrant hyacinths

Mom bought one every year

Mine’s scented with memories

PAD 21 danger

What a Way to Go

My chair is broken, lacks a spring.

And it can be a funny thing,

When I tip back with feet in air

And I cannot get out of there.

And then blood rushes to my head.

Will this be how they find me dead?

PAD 21 danger, Huitain

Sharks

My fear of sharks may come from movie Jaws.

And You Tube videos compound that fear.

And stories on the news do give me pause.

“Soul Surfer” was inspiring but brought tears.

The lifeless eyes and teeth like tips of spears.

I’ve seen the photographs of horrid scars.

So being a beast’s meal, I will steer clear,

Though we’ll more likely die in our own cars.

PAD 21 danger, haiku sonnet

Could Haves

Getting lost in a forest

Driving 110 with my boyfriend

Camping near a bear

Near strangled on a rope lift

Falling from raft into white water

Oncoming truck blew a tire

Slipping on a bridge

Almost walking off a cliff at Sedona

Driving on black ice

Deer with a death wish

Car sliding backwards on Wolf Creek Pass

Bike meeting peacock

Praying for angel protection

While I have my adventures