Poem Away Nove Otto

Relaxation

Four lawn chairs lined up in a row

To watch the sail boats come and go.

I dream of sailing out to sea

Past pines and hillsides ‘long the beach,

Where sea gulls fly and humpbacks breach

With cool breeze blowing light and free.

But here I sit so locked in land

And only dream of sea and sand.

I’m glad that Pinterest has no fee.

Poetic Asides I Get...

I Get Thankful

I get thankful

when I fill out forms

for new doctor visits

and follow the instructions

to check those that apply

to you now or in the past.

Cancer No

AIDS  No

Heart defects No

Arthritis  No

Meningitis No

Diverticulitis No

Ebola  No

Asthma  No

Fibromyalgia No

Cerebral Palsy No

Epilepsy  No

Kidney Disease NO

Stroke No

COPD No

Hearing loss No

On and on it goes.

It makes my actual ailments

seem not so bad.

Poem Away, novelinee, V

Dancing While Waiting for the Bus

                                  

When I was very young, we kids would dance

each vibrant morning waiting for the bus.

With vim and vigor, we would skip and prance.

It made us feel, oh so, victorious.

With verve, we’d polka on our country road,

while vigilantly watching for our ride.

But the vibrations warned us like a code.

Like a thin vapor, dancing quickly died.

Now, I’m vaguely old, I still dance and hide.

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Travel

To me, traveling is like an itch

It’s torture if I can’t scratch it

Trips to far-off places beg

I don’t care what terrain

Try to save money

Tests my patience

Thank You, God

Tick tock

Time

Poem Away abracadabra (with rs)

He Smiles

I thank the Lord for being good,

for His amazing grace.

And for the way He smiles at me,

when I do what I should.

And even when I don’t, He smiles.

I feel so understood.

Agape love withstands the fire,

titanium, not wood.

I’m glad for when I’ll see His face

and for the way He smiles at me,

against all likelihood.

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O God, I Thank, Praise and Worship You.

Thank You for friends, home, family, and joy.

Thank You for blessings all the day through,

like laughter, watermelon, and spring rain.

O God, I thank, praise and worship You.

I’ll share Your goodness with those who will hear,

exalting the One who makes old things new.

I’ll tell of Your forgiveness, grace and love.

O God, I thank, praise and worship You.

You’re worthy of my complete devotion.

You’re awesome, Holy, merciful and true.

I yield to You my heart, my soul and mind.

O God, I thank, praise and worship You.

The Father who nurtures and meets all our needs.

The Son who’s the way, the light, life and truth.

The Spirit who teaches, comforts and guides.

O God, I thank, praise and worship You.

Poetic Asides dream

A Memorable Dream

Usually dreams wisp away

before I’m fully awake,

but this dream has stuck

with me for weeks.

I dreamed my son

was still little, about five,

rather than the large 33-

year-old he is today.

He wanted a cake

to look like a grasshopper,

(don’t ask me why)

so I made him one.

Then he wanted

a grasshopper costume

so I put one together

and got an idea.

I knew of a weather balloon

that didn’t go high

but bounced up and down

kind of like a grasshopper.

So I took my son

where they were giving rides,

but the ballooned whipped

off into the wind above trees.

I about abandoned the idea,

when the wind calmed down

and an adult climbed aboard

to make sure it was safe.

Then a mom and little daughter

took a ride so, I decided we’d go,

but by the time my son and I

took our turn, the balloon lost air.

A man who I used to be close to

helped us into the chair. I asked

him if he wanted to come, but he

said there’d be too much weight.

It didn’t go very high, but enough

to see a great volcanic forest fire

heading our way, so we cried

out warnings and everyone ran.

Where we ran it was cold

so people started passing

out coats and it didn’t

matter who they belonged to.

But a friend who passed them out

recognized mine and gave it to me.

We dashed off until I wondered

if we were still in danger.

So my son and I climbed large steps

and could see the fire had died out.

So everyone stopped running.

And that was my dream.

Don’t know what the takeaway is.

Never try to act like a grasshopper?

Or maybe don’t eat chocolate candy

before going to bed for the night.

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Sleepy

Snuggled in chair

A quiet evening

Pulling a poem out of thin air

At last

Poem Away cinq trois decala

Retirees/Empty Nesters

Empty nesters now, we didn’t think we’d get so old so soon.

We thought we’d still have zip and zing, travel far, shoot for the moon.

I make my to-do lists, we go to therapies and doctors.

After lunch, we feel like calling it a day and have our snores.

It’s so easy to get distracted by Facebook and Youtube.

It took me over a week to get my car to Jiffy Lube.

And my house still looks like it had been gone through by a haboob.

So I wonder if to having fun, we have become immune.

I dream of adventures and opportunities’ golden doors,

while hubby’s idea of excitement is a Rubik’s Cube.

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Heaven

Holy beauty

Helps people here on earth

Seek harmony and unity

Hear, hear

We will hope in the risen Son

Hurry to love and care

Spiritual high

Then home

Poetic Asides Games

Why I Play Games with My Kids

Our growing up years, we played lots of games:

Croquet, badminton, ball and hide and seek.

All kinds of games in yards, or woods or creek.

Indoors, we played board games with many names.

Of fun but useless skills, we made some claims.

But Mom and Dad worked hard throughout the week.

So playing games to them?—like speaking Greek.

One visit, Mom played Scrabble there with me.

Becoming such a treasured memory.

Poem Away analogue, black and white

Midnight Trek

The inky night engulfed us like a shroud.

In moonlight, soft snow glistened indigo.

Leaves danced about, while wind did softly blow.

The shifting shadows cast from ghostly cloud,

inspired my horse to whinny clear and loud.

So I spoke words of comfort, sweet and low.

We kept up through the night, taking it slow.

We reached the hospital by morning light,

not letting my friend die without a fight.

Poetic Bloomings senses with a twist

At the Picnic

Mountains sang their lovely hymn.

Singers sent tingles up our spines.

We cuddled in savory blankets.

and nibbled on fragrant tangerines,

while hamburgers and hotdogs,

lined up on the grill like soldiers,

bid us come.

PB Reikiku

Soft, cheerful guitar

Lulling ocean waves

Cool, gentle breeze

Still, small voice

Poem Away Keats Sonnet, C

Temptation Calls

The chocolate candy tempted us that day
and we were carefully avoiding it,
creating stories did distract us, so

we came forgetting it and just to play.
With corn and fish for lunch, we did admit
the candy seemed to call us loud and clear.

And a big cupcake whispered soft and low.
Its thick cream filling had a lot to say.
But cantaloupe did not tempt us a bit.

We played canoe and watched the river flow.
We used the catalogue to wish, not hear.
We cradled dolls and thought, well that was that.

Eventually, confections disappeared.
When Mom came home we blamed it on the cat.

Poetic Asides Other side

The Other Side

My sister and I were driving cross country

from Nebraska to Pennsylvania.

We weren’t going together, each driving solo.

I’d catch up with her in our hometown later.

When she was about to take off,

I said, “See ya on the other side.”

She wore a worried expression

as if I were prophesying doom.

“On the other side of the country,”

I was quick to add. 
“Pennsylvania.

See y0u in P-A.”

Poetic Blooming Body part word

Swarm

This morning

when I awoke,

a swarm

of to-dos

buzzed between

my ears.

I smiled.

I may

get to

some of them,

or not.

I turned over

and went

back to sleep.

First day

of retirement.

Poem Away Sicilian Octave, u

Solo Concert in the Rain

She’s feeling under water now.

The air is useful breathing in.

It’s urgent that she breathes somehow.

Umbrella there could help her win.

Her ukulele’s dried with towel.

She plays until her fingers grin.  

With  umber tool she takes a bow.

The audience unites--and wow!

Poem Away repine, pendulum

Squeaky Wheel

Repine each day at pain in hand.

It’s more than I can stand.

I wait for docs.

Watch clocks.

Gets old.

Need to be bold

and yell, ”Please fix this now!”

So squeaky wheel gets greased somehow.

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The Leaf Catching Dance

The leaves went sailing through the air,

a moment we kids liked to share,

the simple fun of dancing there.

We chased them in the setting sun.

“Caught seven!” someone would exclaim.

‘’Fourteen” a sure boast would proclaim.

The sun a strip, we’d end our game,

and be back next day for some fun.

poetic asides something goes wrong

Little Sister

In June, cellulitis took over my right arm

and it took two rounds of antibiotics

to convince the painful itching that

it didn’t belong there, but before

the pink faded, pain in my right shoulder

showed up with a vengeance. Chiropractor

and team busily set about manipulating

my bones until the pain reluctantly softened,

but a nerve got pinched and took it out

on my right hand which alternately

tingles, feels like it’s gripping gravel,

or on fire, scalded or stuck with needles.

Rubbing it helps and I do it so much

that Hubby says it looks like I’m petting

a dog. So I named my right hand Little Sister

and patiently wait until the docs figure out

what to do with my pet hand. Meanwhile

Big Sister is getting impatient from doing

all the work. Did you ever type a poem

using only your left hand? I did.

So after three months, I’m sleeping little

and petting and naming my right hand

like it’s a dog, hoping something

will go right with my right hand soon.

Poem Away octodil, radio

Fading Message

Radio plays

Christian music.

”This is my Father’s world.”

I contemplate the words.

Old hymns feature Biblical truths.

Often new choruses fall short.

“Jesus who died” versus

“Let’s jump in the river.”

poetic bloomings forgetting

Mnemonics

In eighth grade, my reading teacher,

making a point about our memories,

drew the number 8 diagonally

in the top right-hand corner

of the chalkboard. He said,

“You’ll always remember this.”

At the end of the year,

he did it again.

I had forgotten.

But the second time stuck.

It’s been over forty years

and I still remember it.

Now I can’t even remember

what I put in the microwave

a few minutes ago.

Poem Away octave letter l humor

Not for Her Cooking

He thought his bride a bit loopy

To create a lunch so soupy

 She lacked a lot in cooking skills

With a lick, promise and some pills

Her spills made up a messy lake

Her lip would pout and praise he’d fake

Was no limit to her mistakes

He learned to laugh at fallen cakes

Poem Away Pyramid, PA learning

Learning to Say No

I learned

through injury

the world will not combust

if I don’t get my to-dos done.

Though dishes stack up and floors gather crumbs,

the world will keep on spinning one day at a time,

reminding me even God rested on the seventh day.

And Jesus said that His yoke is easy and His burden is light.

Poem Away McWhirtle, green

Lacking a Landscaper

Green is the grass growing

Out in my yard today

City will complain soon

Warn of a fine

Elm trees are growing up

Bushes are flourishing

I cannot work out there

Till strength is mine

poem away left-handed, lento

Now a Leftie

Pain has rendered right hand useless

Straining to type my poem

Main thing is to take the challenge

Gain as left fingers roam

I watch them dance across the keys

Flying on a new path

My right hand rests off to the side

Sigh! Done, spite of pain’s wrath!