limerick

There once was a gal named Darlene

Online she was often unseen

Friends nagged and they squalled

They hollered and bawled

But hoped that she thought them not mean

PB limerick

There once was a boy from Belize

Who had a big dog full of fleas

They’d itch and they’d scratch

They powdered a batch

Then all they could do was just sneeze

Morning worship

 All

Father, I adore You.

I love You and worship You.

You are good and glorious.

You are IT for me.

You are my everything,

my all in all.

You are the universe

who lives inside of me.

Holy God. All powerful.

All love. All.

The answer to my every question.

The hope to all my dreams.

My inspiration.

My creativity

My song

My painting

My dance

My story

My heart sings in awe and adoration.

Worthy God.

Worthy of all praise.

Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Thank You  for being who You are

 and inviting us to come to You

so that You can come into us.

Morning Prayer

Adoration

You are love. 

I embrace You.

I breathe You in.

May I exude love to honor You

for You are worthy of all praise.

I trust that You are drawing near to me,

 as I am drawing near to You.

Thank You for loving me.

For smiling at me.

For singing over me.

For rejoicing in the little things about me.

You are my hope,

my encouragement,

my song.

May Your love and power

overcome my fear and unbelief.

Help me rest in Your love.

PB sonnet, PA Star

Like the Stars

I look up to the stars and think of You,

The great creator of the universe.

What is it like from Your wise point of view?

You lovingly made this wide world diverse.

The forests, mountains, deserts, rivers, seas

The sun, the moon, the stars, on which we wish.

The people’s varying ethnicities

The mammals, bugs and birds, crustaceans, fish.

For Your own pleasure You created all

A place of beauty, love and harmonies.

And You were not surprised at the great fall.

But planned to offer up the Prince of Peace

To You, when we’re united in Christ’s love,

We shine like Your radiant stars above.

Poetic Blooming Hopper pic

The show’s about to start

And I stand here wondering

Did I leave the iron on?

Poetic Bloomings Tanka, Just What I Needed

Just What I Needed to Hear

(tanka)

He said, God knows you

Just who you are and likes you

And He has a plan

And He does want you to thrive

As a writer and artist

Poetic Asides Hard Times

Hard times.

Give a writer

Something to write about

And opportunities to grow

No waste

Seeking

Listen

Can you hear Him?

Be still. Stop everything.

Quieter than a butterfly

He’s love

PA confession, PB Florette

Word Wanderings

(a Florette)

I confess with trepidation

Most poems bear no relation

To what I can grasp with my head.

Symbolic thoughts! I need, instead, simple and fun.  

While others write of hidden things

Of fear dressed as gossamer wings,

Let poems meet me where I’m at.

Elliot’s The Waste Land falls flat, word wanderings.

Poetic Asides Spanish Forms

In Search of Focus

(A Decima)

My interests are scattered about,
like socks in a teenager’s room.
Flitting around becomes my doom.
My purpose, I begin to doubt.
My energy seems to run out.
Starting but not completing things.
Going nowhere is what this brings.
I need just one task at a time.
Having focus would be sublime.
What’s Your plan for me, King of Kings?

PB Loop Poem

Latter Years of Marriage

The fog descends before the midnight hour

Hours tick a way and she wishes for bed

Bed would bring welcome relief

Relief from the stuffed cotton in her head

And she longs for a peaceful sleep

Sleep that refreshes and restores

Restores new hopes and dreams

Dreams don’t come with snores

So CPAP is strapped to her face

Face the prospect of restless nights

Nights in lonely, separate rooms

Rooms comfortable with no lights

But the situation has its perks

Perks of not having to share

Share many things but not space

Space, now that there is room to spare

It’s a new life since the kids are gone

Gone to another state and on their own

Own up to tasks left to complete

Complete and fulfilled in her home

PB super

Super Woman

When Hubby became disabled,
most of his chores fell to me:
all of the driving, taking out trash,
shoveling snow from the driveway.
But when I turned over my recliner
and put a bolt back in,
I felt like Super Woman.

PB Octometer, PA Puzzle

I Want to Go There

My jigsaw puzzle

Two-thousand pieces

It’s Manorola

Of Cinque Terra

One of five cities

Long ago era

Colorful houses

Cliffs. Riviera.

The cry of the gulls

Breeze blowing laundry

Twangs of mandola

The boats with small hulls

Romantic foot path

Where lasagna calls       

A tiny piazza

E Buonasera

PB Finding Out About Yourself

Seen

I’ve felt unseen.

Life was mean.

But now I know

God sees me

and smiles.

And that makes

my life worthwhile.

Poetic Asides Motto

My Motto

When I do dumb things and feel not so swift

When I feel lost, deserted and adrift

I say these words to give my mood a lift

God loves and hears me and answers my prayers

Day to day, I try to rely on Him

But sometimes my faith seems to grow so thin

But with these words, I eventually win

God loves and hears me and answers my prayers

When I stumble and am left in the dust

When their treatment seems unfair and unjust

It’s then I remember words I can trust

God loves and hears me and answers my prayers

When I look back on how I have been blessed
I know HIs will for me truly is best 
In these words I can confidently rest
God loves and hears me and answers my prayers

Poetic Bloomings idiom

I

Insult to Injury

“This added insult to injury,”
the carpenter said
after he fell through
my bathroom floor.

He had already hurt his shoulder,
getting stuck in a river while hunting.
Messed up his knee while kneeling
to install my hot-water heater.

Caught the flu from his wife.
“Please heal him,”
I prayed inwardly and selfishly,
“so he can finish fixing my house!”

I hope we haven’t bitten off
more than we can chew.

Poetic Blooming Borrowed First Line

Blooming Bravely

The twisted apple trees bloomed bravely in the blustery breeze of late May.

LouAnn Gaeddert, Perfect Strangers

We poets, often wonder what will sprout

As we plant our poetic seed

In the Earth of experience

The water of creativity

The sunshine of good intentions

We take the tender sprigs

And expose them to the world

Hoping they will bloom bravely.

Poetic Asides huitain

Wilma

She lived her life for others, near and far,

Seattle rain to land that’s dried.

She nursed and taught. She was a shining star.  

She raised her kids with God inside.

She healed the sick, the lost and those who cried.

She gladly served the risen Lord.

She loved to swim and that is when she died.

And now enjoys His great reward.

Poetic Asides New Year

I Wish You…

I wish you rainbows and brilliant sunsets.

I wish you the fragrance of lilacs.

I wish you the sound of a baby giggling.

I wish you the warmth of a luxurious bubble bath.

I wish you the taste of the best chocolate.

I wish you the feelings of joy, and peace.

I wish you hugs and kisses and love and laughter.

I wish you exciting challenges and joyous victories.

I wish you all good things in 2020.

                                               

Poetic Asides cro cumaisc etir casbairdni ocus lethrannaigecht

Snowshoeing

So snowshoeing gracefully

How can you, I ask

Without getting facefully

It is a hard task

I trudge along awkwardly

Trying to stay up

I tip over downwardly

Embarrassing? Yup.

I struggle up giggling

Determined to try

And after some wriggling

I’m up by and by

Poetic Asides Composer

Gioachino Rossini

Rossini’s William Tell Overture

Not only delights my ears

But seems to race along in my veins

From head to toe and back again.

PA star, PB sonnet

Like the Stars

I look up to the stars and think of You,

The great creator of the universe.

What is it like from Your own point of view?

You lovingly made this wide world diverse.

The forests, mountains, desserts, rivers, seas

The sun, the moon, the stars, on which we wish.

The people’s varying ethnicities

The mammals, bugs and birds, crustaceans, fish.

For Your own pleasure You created all

A place of beauty, love and harmonies.

And You were not surprised at the great fall.

But planned to offer up the Prince of Peace

To You, when we’re united in Christ’s love,

We shine like Your radiant stars above.

Poetic Asides Espinela

Winter Walk

I walk on the snowy sidewalk.

A smattering of footprints lie.

A man, woman and dog, they cry.

They're talking tell-tale wintry talk.

I trudge on for many a block.

Soft snow falls with a southern slant.

Soft snow’s falling, falling, I chant.

Some snow-laden pine branches bow.

No sounds of slushy tires now.

Rusty leaves try to cling, but can’t.

Poetic Asides Winter, catena rondo

Expecting

The sun peeks through the whiteness.

It glows, like a pregnant woman, expecting snow.

Snowflakes fall, the wind begins to blow.

The sun peeks through the whiteness.

It glows, like a pregnant woman, expecting snow.

I recline with laptop, warm and content,

Relaxed in sun’s glow, my day is spent.

It glows, like a pregnant woman, expecting snow.

The sun peeks through the whiteness.

It glows, like a pregnant woman, expecting snow.

Snowflakes fall, the wind begins to blow.

The sun peeks through the whiteness.

Poetic Asides tawddgyrch cadwynog

Snow Day

The sky turned white

As I drove home

Day not to roam

Cozy inside

The room is bright

Content alone          

I write a poem

My dreams are wide

Poetic Asides celebration, Bref Double

Celebration

December twenty-eighth’s a special day

The day I birthed one of my greatest joys

And though you are five hundred miles from home

I’ll celebrate the gift you are to me

I sent a card with all that I can say

And there won’t be celebratory noise

And there won’t be cake, candles, and ice cream

But I will think of each glad memory

The wide-eyed girl who spoke in high-pitched voice

The long-haired teen who liked to play the flute

The college student with the perfect grades

My life-long friend who holds that fun is key

And so I’ll think of you and truly pray

Lord, greatly bless her with all she enjoys

Poetic Bloomings "God Bless Us, Everyone"

God Bless Us, Everyone

(7/5 Trochee)

Jesus loves us one and all

Gently offers hope

On His name we gladly call

Cleanses us like soap

Spirit guides us to the throne

Finding help in need

Living water ours to own

On His grace we feed

Poetic Bloomings wordle:MECHANIC, SINISTER, SPAGHETTI, BATHTUB, NEWSPAPER, BARREN, SHOE

Why? How?

The photograph of the barren shoe

echoed the newspaper headline,

“Mother Killed in Car Crash”—

the sinister effect of drunk driving.

He was only a mechanic.

How could he raise three children alone?

He cooked the spaghetti.

He filled the bathtub.

One task at a time.

That’s how he’d do it.