Poetic Asides Catena Rondo Encounter

Encounter with Hope

He waits in wheelchair for his therapist.

She enters the room with warm smiles and grit.

Not trying? Griping? She won’t stand for it.

He waits in wheelchair for his therapist.

She enters the room with warm smiles and grit.

She insists that he give each task a try.

She coaches and watches with a keen eye.

She enters the room with warm smiles and grit.

She insists that he give each task a try.

She offers hope that he may walk again.

Though now he looks like some elderly men.

She insists that he gives each task a try.

She offers hope that he may walk again.

He feels strengthened, but tired after they’re done.

He was skeptical, but it turned out fun.

She offers hope that he may walk again.

He waits in wheelchair for his therapist.

She enters the room with warm smiles and grit.

Not trying? Griping? She won’t stand for it.

He waits in wheelchair for his therapist.

Poetic Bloomings Motivation strength

Timex

I take a lickin’ and keep on tickin’.

Some people say I’m like a Timex watch,

Or like a punching bag that pops back up.

I plow ahead, even if I’m stricken.

Even though, I may be a tad chicken.

I trust God to see me through thunder storms.

The Lord knows what’s coming around the bend.

Makes me brave, sets my resolve to quicken.

Challenge is when motivation kicks in.

I put one foot in front of another.  

Bit by bit, I advance, like an inchworm.

Yes, I have a hide that tends to thicken.

I take a lickin’ and keep on tickin’.

With God’s help and strength, I do not give up.

I plow ahead, even if I’m stricken.

Poem Away Dodoitsu

Love is…

Doing what’s best for others

Appreciating the good

Desiring to be with them

Or it’s chocolate

Poetic Asides note

Positive Note

When one of my four sisters

and I talk on the phone,

we discuss everything

from what we ate that day,

our travels and upcoming trips,

to our cares, concerns,

challenges and victories. Then,

invariably one of us will

bring up a death, disaster,

catastrophe, or calamity

and of course we need

to keep talking

to end

on a positive note.

Poem Away Ae Freislighe

Ae Freislighe

Slow Start

Lazy morning, pondering

Trying not to go crazy

My time I’m squandering

I don’t want to be lazy

Stilling myself quietly

Knowing the Lord is willing

His voice comes through silently

Now He’s the one who’s stilling

Brightly I’m now beginning

To feel a bit more sprightly

Not bogged down by misgiving

To go through my day brightly

Poetic Bloomings Discover

Meet My Friends

My sweet friend Curiosity

Is blamed for killing cats.

But she enjoys the feline sort,

though they may have their spats.

I’d like you to know my dear friend,

so don’t be judgmental.

If kitties die because of her,

it’s just accidental.

Curiosity and Learning

turn practice into play.

Explore with  Creativity,

meet Fun along the way.

A bully, Perfectionism,

likes everything just so.

Shoves Curiosity and friends

and tells them where to go.

But when my friends pay him no mind,

they become very strong.

When Big P doesn’t have his way,

they’re free to sing their song.

Poetic Blooming Trochee (mutant)

Ukulele Lessons

Ukulele lessons come

Online for a  fee

Just the thing for my  new uke

And beginner me

Plucking, strumming every day

That is what I seek

But with all that’s going on

I’ll do once a week

Learning some Hawaiian tunes

Surely wouldn’t hurt

Only don’t expect me to

Wear a hula skirt

Poetic Asides Expectations

Expectations

Expectations can trip you up

You want a cat and get a pup

Expect a prince you get a toad

Go to work, sent down the road

You expect to be happy and succeed

End up down and sad indeed

I’ve learned to lay expectations aside

Though it means giving up some pride

Now I try to be grateful and content

Though it’s not my natural bent

I pray what I want down to the letter

But if I don’t get it, I’ll hope for better

Poetic Bloomings Motivation to Write

Why I Write Poetry

As a youth, I was extremely shy.

I don’t know how or why.

It doesn’t mean I had nothing to say.

I needed to find another way.

All those words built up inside me.

This condition sorely tried me.

I was like a volcano ready to spew.

With writing poetry, spew, I do.

Not to say, it’s volcanic destruction.

That’s not how I like to function.

Instead, may I encourage others.

That’s what I’d do, if I had my druthers.

Poetic Bloomings, shadorma

New normal

Ever elusive

A year comes

And it goes

I’m still not sure how it works.

Though still searching for the path,

I enjoy the trip.

Poetic Bloomings, Shadorma

My new socks

Pink, maroon, blue, gray

Polka-dots

Solids, stripes

On my feet, making me smile

Life’s simple pleasures

Poetic Bloomings, shadorma

The CPAP

Warm, moist, rushing air

Plastic mask

Long, white hose

So this is what breathing’s like

Deeply, in and out

Poetic Asides Adjective Noun, Poem Away Shakespearean Sonnet

Blessed Snow

Away in Arizona for a week

Where climate’s warm and winter coats, unworn

Of zero weather folks from back home speak

Of going home or staying I was torn

In Phoenix there’s a lot of things to do

Activities producing anecdotes

Plays, concerts, parks, lush gardens, clubs and zoo

And all of this is done without our coats!

The southern snow bird lifestyle greatly tempts

Since I have given up the sleds and skis

Commitments to my job and friends pre-empts?

Will I give up the fun for such as these?

My life right now’s up north, so back I go

Despite the cold and all of this blessed snow

Poem Away Rondeau

It’s Like This

It’s like this—scattered straight pins
When my to-do list is how my day begins
And when I add in what I want to do
I start my day feeling blue
And feeling like nobody wins

These scattered thoughts feel like sins
Then my orientation spins
What’s going to see me through?
t’s like this.

I pray, despite the dins
Slowly the frustration thins
I pick up a pin or two
And begin my day anew
Allowing giggles and grins
It’s like this.

Poem Away Terza Rima

Crayola Conversation

My markers sit beside me and they call

Do not neglect us here another day

I know that you are busy with it all

We’re tired of sitting here and want to play.

In colors we will dance about in joy.

We will respond to what you feel and say.

We’ll help you be at peace as we employ

And you’ll escape from all your worldly cares

You’ll feel like a small child with a new toy.

And you’ll make double use of time with prayers

So hear us now and we will have a ball

With favorite markers and your many spares.

Poetic Bloomings mood

Lingering Christmas Mood

Though Christmas happened

Nearly two weeks ago

I’m still in the mood.

I spent Christmas in Arizona

In sixty degree plus weather

Where my kids don’t decorate.

Oh, we had the turkey dinner

And opened gifts

And enjoyed being with family.

But now I’m back deep in snow,

Christmas decorations are still up,

Most cards still at the Post Office.

Come Monday, I’ll get the cards

Hang them up with the rest

Play some Christmas carols.

Sit in my comfy recliner,

Drink hot chocolate with mint

Gaze at ornaments from everywhere.

Remember the good times

Past Christmases and travels.

 And maybe I’ll get in the mood

To put Christmas stuff away

Stacked in boxes in the garage

And get on with the  new year.

Poetic Blooming dodoitsu

Sing of a loving Savior

His sacrifice for us all

His gentle healing kindness

His calling us friends

Poetic Bloomings A Toast

A Toast in the Garden

Here’s to the poets in the garden

Whose hearts are soft and will not harden

May your words produce encouragement and strength

And understanding to height, width and length

Of all that is good and all that is true

And the love He has for me and you

And may He bless you abundantly and free

As you have been a blessing to me.

Poetic Bloomings Rime Couee

Grandma Envy

I suffer from grandma envy  

I’d love grandkids, one to twenty

Six or seven would be plenty

My kids adopted cats

So I’ll enjoy my grandkitties

And hope I won’t go bats

Poetic Blooming Epithalamium

Matchmaking or Muse

Some say I have a knack

To see who belongs with who

If writing poems fail me

Matchmaking might do

Yes, I’m good at guessing

Sometime I know the fit

Before the happy couples

Both discover it

But there have been times

That I’ve shaken my head no

And that marriage has lasted

Thirty years or so

And there are times

I was sure it was true love

But the couple tore apart

Like an unraveled glove

So I’ll stick to writing

Hang up my matchmaking hat

Because me and my muse

Make a better pair than that

Poetic Bloomings Gift for Santa

A Gift for Santa

I think that Santa would get tired of red,

From when he rises to when he’s in bed.

A gift I would give him? New Santa suits,

From his dangly hat clear down to his boots.

Not red, but blue and orange and green instead.

Poetic Asides exploration

Colorado in Detail

I’d like to explore Colorado in detail.

I’ve zipped by the signs and arrows,

as I traveled to faraway places.

Multitude of campsites.

Lakes hidden away on mountain tops.

Flowing waterfalls few see.

Hot springs in various colors.

Saharan-like sand dunes.

Sprawling fairy-tale castles.

Canyons, spires and arches.

Starry nights on open plains

Rides on the highest cog train

High highway home to bighorn sheep.

Ancient Native American ruins

Some summer I’ll take the time

to follow the signs and arrows.

Poetic Asides Survey

Survey

“Do you want to take a survey?”

The voice over the phone asks.

“It will only take a minute.

Your opinion is important,”

The voice over the phone asks.

Uninvited and annoying.

He begins and I answer.

It will only take a minute?

He lied through his teeth.

Minutes tick, blood pressure rises.

Your opinion is important.

My time’s much more important.

No, I don’t want to take a survey.

Poetic Asides Trenta-sei

Beginning with Faith

I eagerly begin this year

With lots of love, belief and hope

Inviting courage, banning fear

I know, with You, I’ll always cope

No matter what will come my way

I trust You listen when I pray

With lots of love, belief and hope

I place my hand safely in Yours

Forgiveness cleans my soul like soap

Your grace will open many doors

I aim to love folks like You do

And let Your wisdom see me through

Inviting courage, banning fear

I put my confidence in You

Delighting in that You are near

And will reveal Your point of view

I have great reason to rejoice

As I discern Your still small voice

I know with You I’ll always cope

Because You teach me what is best

When troubles bind me like a rope

You set me free and give me rest

I can’t succeed at life alone

So I come boldly to Your throne

No matter what will come my way

You’re big enough to face it all

And though I stumble or I stray

I know You’ll help me when I call

You are my all and everything

You are my reason I can sing

I trust You listen when I pray

Because that’s just the way You are

I often don’t know what to say

Your Spirit is my guiding star

So with some eagerness and cheer

I look ahead to this new year

Poetic Asides ten

Things I Love

Good books and hot tea with sugar and cream

When good-hearted people work like a team

Dancing and singing and playing some tunes

Friends flying up high in hot-air balloons

Biking and hiking, exploring about

Kids being so happy, they jump and shout

Planning a trip and packing suitcases

Off to new places, seeing new faces

Drawing and painting, making some messes

Knowing a God who loves and who blesses

Poetic Asides Skeltonic Verse

New Year

The new year’s begun

Time to have fun

And be on the run

Perhaps make a pun

Until we are done

When we’re through

Don’t be blue

Do something new

And stay true

To your self

Get off the shelf

Act like an elf

With giggles and grins

Twirls and spins

Jumping and dancing

A little romancing

Ponies prancing

With some financing

Delight and discover

As truths you uncover

Laugh with your lover

Months fly by

Like jets in sky

Stop, you might try

But you’ll say goodbye

To this year soon

So shoot for the moon.

New Year Poem

Goodbye 2018, Hello 2019

Goodbye 2018,

you were something like

a roller coaster ride.

If I were to plot you on a graph,

we’d start at the bottom

with two eye surgeries.

We’d then begin to go up

and another whoosh down

with the flu.

Then a bit of wavy line

up and down,

preparing for our trip.

Then four weeks up to the top of the chart

with the trip to Scotland and Ireland

being so wonderful.

Then a coming back to average

and a plunge down with cellulitis

and yet another deep dive with shoulder and arm pain.

Then a slow climb up in the fall and reaching up

but not quite as high as Europe,

with a trip to Las Vegas and Mesa.

I won’t forget the loopty-loops of losing Justin

and struggling with Loren’s health,

and the plodding parts of training with Adam.

Hello 2019,

I’m eager to see what you hold.

I make my plans, but the Lord directs my steps.

So, 2019, please obey the Lord to His honor and glory.