Triolet

 

Hallowed

 

Halloween doesn’t scare me

With witches, goblins and ghosts

In the Holy Ghost, I’m free

Halloween doesn’t scare me

I worship the Holy Trinity

All His people are His hosts

Halloween doesn’t scare me

With witches, goblins and ghosts

huitain

 

Cleaning

 

To clean is not my favorite thing

So many things I’d rather do

I like to read, write, hike and sing

However when I think this through

Dirt and disorder make me blue

So I grin and bear it and I clean

But wish I could hire a cleaning crew

I’ll just to have my fun in between

Prayer

 

What’s the Plan?

 

The garage needs cleaned.

The words need written.

With laziness I’ve been bitten.

I need some help, Lord, some energy.

Give me ears to hear and eyes to see

what it is You want to do with me.

Poetic Bloomings Bob and Wheel

 Created to Worship

 

Praise Him!

Holy and loving God

Creation sings a hymn

Even the trees applaud

As birds dance limb to limb

                         

Draw near!

Connecting heart to heart

With reverential fear

For this we’re set apart

His glory becomes clear

Poetic Bloomings Bob and Wheel

 

No Mostly

 

Southwest

Autumns can surprise you

Sunny warm days are best

Snow’s just as likely, too

Nights are cold regardless

 

Mountains

Already leaves are down

Some rain and nippy winds

The world is turning brown

The last leaf falls and spins

Poeetic Blooming Monsters

 

There was a monster name Sully

Who was large, furry and jolly

He was warm and kind

Small kids he did mind

Mean monsters thought it all folly

Poetic Bloomings anti-autumn

 

Fall’s Fault

 

The wind, the rain, the mess leaves make

The cold that creeps into the air

Warm autumn beauty fades too fast

Then snow’s up to the derriere

Endecha Poetic Bloomings

 

A Song of Worship

 

As I sing, come to me here.

Let our love burst into flame.

Creator of time and space,

I spin about in joy at Your Holy name.

 

To discover who You are

With faith like a guiding  light,

Climbing upward to Your heart

Like a glorious eagle soaring in flight.

 

Your words are like pure honey

Giving my soul sweet release

Sweeping the greyness away

Abundantly blanketing my mind with peace.

 

Your love is clear like crystal.

You offer vision and hope.

A stream of life-giving joy

And may my  voice lasso Your heart like a rope

Poetic Blooming What's My Line?

 

Activity Director

 

Recently married, hubby and I

moved to Wheatland, Wyoming.

Half the population was Wheatland

the other half was a trailer park

filled with construction workers.

 

People from the power plant

warned us that the townspeople

didn’t like construction people,

but they welcomed me as a volunteer

in Activities at a nursing home.

 

I enjoyed playing games, making crafts

singing, dancing and going on outings.

And when one in the department moved

I was hired on as a regular employee,

and for a short time I ran it myself.

 

Planning, activities, paper work,

but getting to know each resident

proved to be the best part of the job.

I was attached to each one. But then,

the time came for the next power plant.

 

One evening, home alone, I mentally

went into each room saying goodbye.

Armed with a box of tissues, I cried

for each individual. Chances were small

that I would ever see them again.

 

When it was time for my goodbye party.

It was like just another activity. No tears.

We had cake and ice cream and they

gave me a copper water wheel music box

that played, “In the Good Old Summertime.”

 

Forty years later, I still have it.

 

 

Poetic Bloomings Trolaan

 

Moonlit Night in a Pontoon Boat

 

He sits in silence on a pontoon.

Held in awe at an angel, but fake.

He’s aware it’s an illusion of the moon,

Hovering over the indigo lake.

 

Evening’s fiery colors faded just moments past,

Ending with a gentle, cool breeze.

Even his loneliness didn’t last.

Enduring wisdom set him at ease.

 

Velvety leaves lacing the sky.

Visions of shadows creating odd forms.

Victorious power of wings on high.

Valuing the wonder, his heart warms.

 

Enough in these few moments to inspire

Exciting tales to tell those who would care.

Embracing the ambiance to admire.

Eager to receive in order share.

 

 

 

Poetic Bloomings Summer Leaves

 

Summer Green

Good morning, green leaves, glad to see you there.

My window frames you like a piece of art.

So summery, as I sit in my chair.

Though I know summer will soon surely part.

The calendar says fall’s about to start.

You’ll look lovely in your bright, golden dress.

Autumn has always been dear to my heart.

But I’ll miss summer green, I must confess.

Poetic Bloomings Tragedy

 

Tragedy

 

T errible happenings all around us

R emembered with heartache and pain.

A  misfortune, a heartbreak, a loss.

G od, help us all stay sane.

E xtremes of calamity,

D isaster, and sorrows.  

Y ou are my hope for all my tomorrows.

Morning Prayer

 

Dear, Holy Trinity

 

Holy Trinity, if I get a glimpse of You,

Who You are and what You’re doing

I will have enough enthusiasm

to be the me You want me to be.

 

Reveal to me Your glory and Your goodness

Your Holiness and your desire for fellowship

Your sacrifice and Your worthiness for ours

Your beauty, Your majesty, Your comfort

 

Father, Son and Holy Ghost

I need revelation.

I love You and worship You.

Creator, Lamb, Friend, Hope

Poetic Bloomings Stornello

 

Happy Autumn!

 

I wish you warm and wonderful autumn days.

With beautiful gold, red and orange leaves ablaze.

I wish you fun adventures that will amaze.

Poetic Bloomings Awkward

 

Awkward

 

A mazingly uncomfortable.

W eirdly out of place.

K lunky in performance.

W ay to go, Grace.

A nd whose idea was this? No one

R eally knows. It’s fun to

D ance, but watch out for your toes!

Poetic Blooming I Remember...

 

I Remember Being More Flexible

 

I used to be able to stand

from an Indian-style sitting position

without holding on to anything.

Now I have to crawl over to a chair

count to three and push myself up.

Poetic Blooming Rain

 

Thirsty for Rain

 

When the rain falls on our metal roof,

it takes a moment of listening. Is that rain?

Maybe it will clear the smoke from the sky.

Maybe it will put some of the nearby fires out.

Maybe the farmer’s crops won’t be so bad.

Maybe it will wash the dust off my car.

Maybe I can take a refreshing walk in the rain.

I put on my shoes ready to go out. It stops.

That’s what it’s like in southwest Colorado.

Poetic Bloomings quatern

 From the Midnight Sky

 

The moon smiles from the midnight sky

The cool wind whispers through the leaves

Nocturnal critters creep about

While people dream their sleepy dreams

 

The stars twinkle  their cheerfulness

The moon smiles from the midnight sky

Owls huskily voice their wisdom

Skunks and raccoons scout for food

 

Mother possum carries her load

Rabbits snuggles in their burrows

The moon smiles from the midnight sky

Deer hunker down waiting for dusk.

 

Clouds hover over the forest.

Pines sway and sing their gentle songs.

People snore and turn in their beds.

The moon smiles from the midnight sky. 

Poetic Blooming seed

 

Seed             

 

S prinkle a little seed into the

E arth. Water it and let it in the sun.

E ach day you will see new growth.

D rive the bugs and weeds away.

 

S imple nurture and a little faith

E arns you a wonderful reward

E nding with a harvest of grace

D ivine abundance being stored.

Poetic Bloomings Endecha, Poestic Asides leap

 A Leap of Faith

(endecha)

 

When you don’t know what to do

And you feel all a-muddle

People point every which way

And you’re growing more confused and befuddled

 

You just have to leap forward

Confident that God can catch

Trusting that He really cares

And to His love and goodness there is no match

 

Knowing He answers your prayers

And works all things for your good

Those who love Him and are called

Don’t fear, even if all things aren’t understood

 

You know He can pull you out

If you get in way too deep

He is watching over you

So you may as well take a deep breath and leap

Poetic Bloomings My House

 My House

 

Before I repainted my house,

after twenty years of wear and tear

of housing two childlike adults

or four counting hubby and me,

 

I made a list of what I wanted

for my house’s personality-or

housinality?: Creative, fun, inviting,

God-glorifying and industrious.

 

Against my carpet -person’s advice,

I painted every room a different color

with the doors matching the room

not each other in the hallway.

 

On the walls and shelves, I have things

reminding me of the people I love

my son and daughter’s toys from the past,

mementos from loved ones long gone,

 

pictures of family and friends  in various locales

Ireland, Scotland, the Caribbean, Canada,

Hawaii, Alaska, North Dakota, Louisiana, Maine

Washington, Pennsylvania, Colorado, Florida,

 

plaques with sayings such as

“Kindness is a  Lifestyle.”

I left a wall for my paintings

and, of course, there’s books everywhere.

 

I now have a patio door and large back porch.

I tried to have a color scheme in each room.

I even invested in a twenty-dollar throw pillow

for the living room that pulled the colors together.

 

Wine, green blue, gold and olive green.

But Hubby found it comfortable in his wheelchair.

Not complaining about it will do for fun,

creative, inviting, God-glorifying and industrious.

Poetic Asides Blanket

 

Mousetraps

 

Nervousness blankets my thoughts

like a thousand tiny mouse traps

waiting to be spring open.

Making a major change in my life.

Am I doing it for all the right reasons?

Or will I regret this years down the road?

No, I don’t see me ever regretting this.

But will I hurt people?

I might hurt a few but not as much as I hurt now.

I will do this as gracefully as I can

and I will look to the new possibilities with excitement.

Calm yourself.

There are no mousetraps.

Just an unknown path leading to adventure.

Poetic Bloomings Rondine

 

I Look to You

 

I look to You in troubled times.

You are my hope, my strength and song.

You are the right when all seems wrong.

When there’s no reasons and no rhymes,

When people need new paradigms,

When trials seem intense and long,

I look to You.

 

When worldly tension heats and climbs,

When all about’s an angry throng,

When I am weak, You are so strong.

Yes, You can make things turn on dimes.

I look to You.

Poetic Bloomings Bodies of water

 

Well-watered Soul

 

Oceans of mercy

Rivers of grace

Streams of love

And peace like lakes

 

Without Jesus

Life is a muddle

And tears gather

Into a puddle

A Prayer

 

Rising Above

 

Did you ever feel like a complete flop?

The goofs and failures won’t stop

And even though blessings abound

There all these reason to feel down

I took a nap so I could think straight

But I woke up to a gloomy fate

Why is the world going south?

Why do I feel so down in the mouth?

I’ve got to get a grip and look to the light

Ask Him to give me hearing and sight

God, fill me up with the Holy Ghost

With all my needs I need You the most

So even though I never seem to win

I know that I really do with Him.

Lord, I know all things are possible with You

So please turn off what’s turning me blue

I know like a  fog this funk will lift

And then I’ll think nothing’s better than this

Then hope will rush in followed by laughter

You are the One my heart seeks after

Yes, focusing on You pays

You are the God of highest praise

I will worship You all my days

And seek to follow in Your ways

Poetic Bloomings Harrisham rhyme

 

Memorial

 

We didn’t know each other well

Eight of us at the table

The conversation did swell

Eating and talking as we were able

Gracing with memories clear as a bell

Granting comfort to feel more stable

Poetic Blooming a hair's point of view

 

With COVID I’m long and carefree  

I’m as wild as I want to be

I can fly willy-nilly

Make my person look silly

There’ll be no sharp scissors for me  

For Vanessa's memorial and Poetic Blooming Survivor

 

Vanessa’s Homecoming

 

Vanessa woke to a surprise

Her room had disappeared

Around her flowers and bright light

It was so lovely here!

 

Her wheelchair, too, had gone away

She stood on her two feet

Her voice came out expressing praise

A melody so sweet

 

Then she looked up and there was Mom

With Jesus by her side

He turned to Nessa with a smile

And opened His arms wide

 

Vanessa ran to His embrace

Her pain was also gone

She had a question to ask Him

He nodded, to ask on

 

Why did you leave me there so long

When it’s so lovely here

I couldn’t walk and couldn’t talk

For years and years and years

 

You were not there for you, dear child

But others all around

Your cheerful smile and joyful squeal

Let love and hope abound

 

When people saw you smiling there

They learned that they could be

More grateful, hopeful and content

That best things came for free

 

And when you hugged them very tight

They knew that they were loved

Not just by your sweet self alone

But by the Lord above

 

And Rhonda needed you around

To her you brought great light

Your “I love you” so warmed her heart

And made things seem alright

 

The Peterses were glad to say

You were their family

They took you with them everywhere

From sea to shining sea

 

The Hunts stepped in the nick of time

And made your last years great

To love you to the very end

I picked them for that date

 

Ness walked with Jesus and her mom

With each step her joy grew

And she looked forward to the day

When loved ones came there, too.

 

 

 

PAD 31 Poetic Bloomings end

July’s End

 

Another July has come and gone

So now we poets are moving on

As we look over our creations

With mix of sadness and jubilation

Thirty-one poems each, not too bad

We’ll remember the fun we had

We’ll miss the poetic company

Since we get along so wondrously  

Until the weekly Sunday poem

We’ll write again and then we’ll show’em

PAD 30 Poetic Bloomings Music Style

Country Music Fan

 

I am a country music fan

I couldn’t say that, now I can

To me, it came as quite a shock

I’ll write this so you’ll understand

 

Oh, as a teen, my style was rock

At parents’ music I would balk

It sounded whiny and morose

And it was something I would mock

 

Of painful heartbreak was verbose

Back then I got an overdose

I could not wait to leave and say

To country music, adios!

 

New station played the other day

A Christian song I liked—hooray

It was a country music song

The tune and words were not cliché

 

And though this almost seems so wrong

I want to write a country song

To strum a beat of hopeful words

Oh, yes, I’ll sing my country song 

PAD 29 Poetic Bloomings winner or loser

A Winner

It’s easy to feel like a loser

when you rarely win

at sporting events,

various contests or

even charity raffles.

But if you improve

in areas of your life

you are a winner.