PAD challenge 6-3 lost and or found

The Soldier and the Moose

 A soldier walked among tall trees

Heard mournful mysterious cries

He thought a cat but was surprised

A moose not as high as his knees

He wanted him to come at ease

So he sat quietly and still

The moose nuzzled him for his fill

The man had nothing to appease

He called the vet who brought some milk

And they fed the baby moose there

It’s soft brown fur was smooth as silk

They left it for its mother’s care

It disappeared  in dark of night

Large moose prints showed the calf’s alright

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pE5nzsrrGp8&vl=en

PAD Challenge 6-2 lost and or found

My friend about to be wed.

Twirled by the mirror and said,

As she made her rounds,

“I’ve lost a few pounds!”

I think I found them instead.

PAD Challenge 6-1 lost and or found

Charmed

She wandered in a field of gorse

As yellow as the sun above.

T’was where she lost her tiny horse.

Her aunt had given it in love,

A simple charm made of pure gold.

She searched and searched for hours there

And given up in near despair.

She hoped her auntie wouldn’t scold.

Collected gorse on her way home       

And put it in a china vase.

Then took it to her auntie’s place

And quoted an I’m-sorry poem.

Her auntie’s smile was warm as sand.

She placed the horse in niece’s hand

haiku

We reach 60, 70, 80…

Complaining about getting old

And God giggles

PAD Challenge 5-3 Private

Not for Everyone

We had a doublewide on sixteen acres

where I could take long walks

followed by three cats and a goat.

You’d think I’d count myself lucky,

but sometimes too much privacy

can be hazardous to your health.

We moved to a house in town.

PAD Challenge 5-2 Private

No Private Bathroom

I’m not too wild about

socialized medicine

after I saw it firsthand

in Ireland when my sister

had to go to the hospital.

Relegated to a bed in the hallway,

since there were no open rooms,

she got trapped in the bathroom

when someone rolled a bed

in front of the door.

Eventually, she was moved to a ward

with forty or so beds with just

a curtain separating everyone

from all the embarrassing noises

usually done in private.

The employees called her

“the woman on the trolley”

because she didn’t get a real bed

till two days after

she was moved to the ward.

My sister urged us to go on

and explore the rest of Ireland

while she was in the hospital,

but we toured close by, not wanting

to leave her alone in that place.

PAD challenge 5-1 private

Private, Keep Out

I credit my little sister

for me staying in good shape

when I was a teenager

as many times as I ran after her

when she stole my diary.

When my daughter was a teen

and had the same long hair

and brown eyes as I did then,

my sister said, “It’s odd, but

I have an urge to steal her diary.”

PAD Challenge apology 4-3

Checking In

I’m sorry on that day

I went the other way

When I felt that I should call

And it may be a sin

Instead of dropping in

I went to the shopping mall

You were sad and alone

I wish I would have known

To prevent your awful fall

PAD challenge 4-2, Poetic Bloomings thanksgiving

I'm Sorry This Happened

This November

I’m thankful

Hubby’s home

and not

in rehab

like he

was last

Thanksgiving

after his

second stroke.

I remember

I took

him a

container of

whip cream.

He loves

it. He

ate half

of it

before lunch.

This Thanksgiving

will be

quiet just

him and

me and

a big

turkey dinner

and whip

cream with

pumpkin pie.

PA apology 4-1

Gravy Disaster

I’m sorry this gravy’s such a mess.

It looks more like pancake batter.

I’m not the best cook, I confess.

I’m sorry this gravy’s such a mess.

What it’s made of, you can’t guess.

Too much flour is the matter.

I’m sorry this gravy’s such a mess.

It looks more like pancake batter.

PAD challenge Tired of... 3-3 Poem Away ballad

Tired of My Small Town

Remembering so long ago

I lived in a small town

Was tired of looking at same sights

Nothing to do was found

I dreamed of making my escape

On a train, bus, or plane

Exploring and making new friends

I’d never be the same

And so I traveled far and wide

The fifty states and more

The Caribbean and Scotland

And Ireland shore to shore

And Mexico and Canada

I’ll visit once again

Do I ever miss my small town?

Oh, maybe now and then

PAD Challnege 3-2 Rondeau

Tired of this Cold

I’m tired of this cold and feeling all down.

My nose is scarlet, I look like a clown.

The sneezing, the itching, the runny nose.

The aches and pains from my head to my toes.

My face is fixed in a permanent frown.

And there’s lots to do, but I am house-bound.

No walking, shopping or going to town.

I guess I’ll sit here and binge on my shows.

I’m tired of this cold.

It’s hard to breathe; it feels like I’ll drown.

Foggy brain can’t tell a verb from a noun.

Tissues surround me like new fallen snow.

And I am tempted to shout “Thar she blows!

My eyes are so red, you can’t see the brown.

I’m tired of this cold.

PAD challenge Tired of 3-1

Tired of this Dream

I dreamed I was somewhere.

At some hospital, Somewhere.

A woman dressed as a nurse,

a man and I stood by a bed.

In it, lay and old man

with red, shriveled legs.

He was obviously dying.

The nurse said one of us

would have to cut off his legs.

I said I would because

it needed to be done.

But as I  held the scalpel,

I realized I wasn’t a doctor

and shouldn’t be amputating.

So I told the man to do it.

But the nurse said that

 I couldn’t back out now.

As the scalpel in my hand

came closer to the diseased legs,

I said, “I’m tired of this dream,”

and woke myself up.

Pad challenge darkest hour 2-3, haiku

Just when it seemed dark

Black as a cold, earthy tomb

The stone’s rolled away

PAD challenge darkest hour 2-2, Poem Away Andaree

Clouds Come and Go

At times my thoughts may be sunny, blue and clear

Just no room for depression or fear

All seems to be fine and right

Not a cloud in sight

Full of hope

Light

Will stay? Nope!

Cold winds come that bite

Gray, gloomy clouds, I must fight

Storms will eventually disappear

At times my thoughts may be sunny, blue and clear

PAD challenge darkest hour 2-1, Poem Away rispetto

Encouragement

It may be in the darkest hour

Encouragement can bring some light

Simple words can hold great power

Compelling darkness to take flight

Like a small match in a dark cave

Just one kind word can make them brave

You’ll be surprised what words can do

To see afflicted souls pull through

PAD challenge 1-3, Poem away ghazal

Poet’s Glory

The glory of the poet is his poem

Though this might not be glorious—this poem

Poets like to write of romantic love

A tender loving sealed-with-a kiss poem

Some poems speak of hatred, evil and death

A dark, macabre, slithering-snake-hiss poem.

Poets write light, like puppies and kitties

A happy-go-lucky-joyous-bliss poem

Some poets write from the seat of their pants

Like this poet’s breezy hit-or-miss poem

PAD challenge 1-2 glorious, poem away Landay

Worship and praise music in the Light

God, feeling Your glorious presence is my delight.

PAD challenge 1-1 glorious

Glorious

Petunias

With their symmetry

Pinks, purples, yellows, reds, whites

Variety of dainty designs

Glorious

Maple trees

Limbs great for climbing

Outstretched to take in sunshine

Red, yellow or orange leaves in autumn

Glorious

Humpback whales

Big as a school bus

Nurse, love and protect their calves

Breathing, breaching, tail slapping, singing

Glorious

This morning

Sun through golden leaves

Hot tea with sugar and cream

Picante sauce and eggs, Hubby smiles

Glorious

Poetic Asides nourishment

Spiritual Food

(Matthew 4:4)

When my soul is hungry, the Bible is a feast.

I munch upon the Scriptures from greatest to the least.

I gnaw upon the prophets like a juicy steak.

And savor Psalms and Proverbs like a snack during break.

I devour Acts and Romans when it’s time to regroup.

And I slurp up the gospels like I do with savory soup.

I might be like a kid eating veggies with Numbers and Lamentations.

But like cake and ice cream, Paul’s epistles are good for celebrations.

The book of Hebrews is definitely something to chew on.

And First and Second Peter gives me energy to move on.

First, Second and Third John are as sweet as juicy fruits.

And the books of history are like nourishing roots.

Like Grandma’s goulash which doesn’t look like food,

I eat Revelation anyway for I know it’s good.

I do not live on bread alone, though it may sound odd,

but every word that comes from the mouth of God.

Poem Away Gardenia, blue

Proposal

The blue eyed coquette smiled.

Her azure dress beguiled.

A cobalt eyed man spoke,

a Navy man--no joke.

With sapphire, proposed in

an outfit cerulean,

at indigo nighttime,

with brightly made up rhyme.

She, underneath the moon,

accepted with a swoon.

Poetic Bloomings Rise

Light Weight and Strength

Miraculous! An eagle soaring high!

Its body’s strong to carry off its prey.

Its hollow bones are light enough to rise.

About a half a pound, its bones will weigh.

Strong muscles give its downward strokes much power.

And lighter muscles make the wings go up.

And turning wings’ front edges speeds through air.

Wings’ wider parts toward wind drag—not abrupt.

An eagle’s seven thousand feathers plus  

weighs only five small ounces and a pound.

To lift large prey, the eagle’s strength’s a must.  

A finer use of strength/light weight’s not found.

God takes what weighs us down to make life light.

He strengthens us like eagles to take flight.

But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles (Isaiah 40:31 NIV).

Poetic Blooming Clothes

My Pumpkin Dress

On my fifth birthday, a few days before Halloween, Mom made me a black and orange dress. I called it my pumpkin dress. I loved that dress and even wore it in the spring to my sister’s ninth birthday party. After she opened her presents, Mom had a surprise for her. The town firetruck came to give the partiers a ride. My cousin, about the same age, and I weren’t brave enough to ride the firetruck, so we stayed behind. Before they left, Mom took a picture of my cousin and I standing beside the firetruck packed with excited kids. That picture, later in life, inspired many adventures: spelunking, rock climbing, hot air balloon riding, zip-lining, white-water river rafting, because I didn’t want to be left behind, like I was in my pumpkin dress.

Two shy five-year-olds

Me in homemade pumpkin dress

Missed firetruck ride

Poetic Bloomings Candle

Autumn Birthdays

Birthdays in autumn meant,

for most of them,

I  went to school

staring out the window,

watching leaves fall

wishing for the final bell,

bus home, eat supper,

and have angel food cake

with candles all around,

like kids playing ring-

around-the-rosy at recess,

and then open presents,

play with whatever toy I got

till bedtime, then school again.

Poetic Bloomings costume

My Big Brown Eyes

We neighborhood kids made our rounds

Dressed up as monsters or in gowns.

Intent to scare or to astound.

They guessed me for my big, brown eyes.

One Halloween I went to school

Costumed as burglar, oh so cool.

Dressed all in black to surely fool.

They guessed me for my big, brown eyes.

At Scouts, a clown with round, red nose.

Thick curly wig and floppy clothes.

But you know how the story goes.

They guessed me for my big, brown eyes.

Poetic Asides Vice

I Like Chocolate

I like chocolate. It’s a craze.

Cookies, muffins and ice cream

Hot chocolate, see the steam.

Smoothies, brownies and parfaits

Turtle cupcakes, crème brulees

Baked Alaska makes me beam.

I like chocolate.

Tortes and trifles, chocolate shakes

Chocolate waffles with whipped cream

Chocolate cobbler. It’s a dream.

Covered nuts and chocolate cakes

I like chocolate.

Poetic Bloomings crimson

Crimson

Mom wore red lipstick.

As red as maple leaves in fall.

Our habit was to kiss our parents

before we left the house.

(In case someone got run over

before we saw each other again.)

The days she wore lipstick,

we were careful to kiss her

and escape before she left

crimson prints on our cheeks.