Monday, November 30, 2020

PAD 10-3 easy or diffictult

 

Find Rest

His yoke is easy, His burden is light.

The weary and burdened find rest.

His ways are just, true and right.

His yoke is easy, His burden is light.

In Him fears and worries take flight.

His intentions for you are the best.

His yoke is easy, His burden is light.

The weary and burdened find rest.

Sunday, November 29, 2020

PAD 10-2 difficult or easy

Easy

 

We often wish things would come easy,

Flowing smoothly, light and breezy.  

We become stronger against resistance.

It takes effort to go the distance.

The higher the goal, the harder the trial,

Makes the struggle all worthwhile.


Saturday, November 28, 2020

PAD-10-1 Easy or difficult

 Difficult

 

D oing things yourself can make things tough.

I ntricate problems may show you’re not enough.

F ace the grim reality, you need a helping hand.

F ighting hard, you try to understand,

I t gets tricky when you’re all alone.

C omplexities of life, can knock you off your throne.

U ntie your knotty troubles one and all, by reaching out and making a call.

L ife gets problematic. On whom can you depend?

T horns aren’t so thorny when you have a friend.

Friday, November 27, 2020

PAD 9-3 Our Blank

 Our World

 

Tightknit world

Mostly lived inside the house

Looking out the windows

While doing dailies

And day dreaming

Of escapes

 

Thursday, November 26, 2020

PAD 9-2 Our Blank

 Our Conversation

 

He and I

Explored in deep, dark places

Stalactites, stalagmites

High roof to stone ground

Got all muddy

But unscathed

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

PAD 9-1 Our Blank

 Our Yard Covered in Snow

 

It’s the first snow of the year,

A little gloom, a little cheer.

Trees covered in delicate lace,

but shoveling I can hardly face.

 

How long will this winter be?

Will we be stuck inside indefinitely?

Will I get more done inside the home?

Take more time to write a poem?

 

Will I learn that new dance routine?

Will I paint a landscape scene?

Will I read or write the books I started.

Lord, help me not grow fainthearted.

 

But appreciate the snow’s beauty.

To be grateful, my honor and duty.

But Lord, please can this winter be mild?

Sincerely, from Your hopeful child.

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Poetic Bloomings -2 Half

 Half State

 

I get into what I call a half-state during those

times I’m sleeping but I want to be up.

My mind gets stuck where dreams

and reality collide. It’s near hallucinating.

I see, hear and feel things that aren’t there.

 

Once when I could hear my family in the kitchen

I was in my bedroom dreaming a fish

was in my bed. I yelled for them to get it out

 but they just laughed. I was furious

and hurt that they wouldn’t come help me.

 

One time I dreamed there was a dwarf in my cupboard.

One time I dreamed that my friend and I were at church.

I told her that this wasn’t real I was in a half state.

She laughed. I asked her what church we were in.

She couldn’t tell me so I knew it wasn’t real.

 

Sometimes I feel my cat sleeping on me

years after the cat had died. I had so many

of these dreams that I’m learning to deal with them.

When I lay down I tell myself that it’s okay

to sleep however long I want to.

 

Even my mind isn’t something that’s dependable,

I must trust in the Lord to keep my sanity.

Monday, November 23, 2020

PAD 8-1 persona

 

The Teddy Bear

 

A teddy bear sits on my shelf.

It may be thinking to itself,

“I wonder where my mistress went.”

Her health was poor, her days were spent.

And now he’s here reminding me,

I’ll see her in eternity.

Sunday, November 22, 2020

Poetic Blooming Half

 The Glass

 

Some say an optimist sees a glass half full.

And a pessimist sees the glass half empty.

Most think enthusiastic optimists cool. 

 

But challenges, a pessimist may foresee.

Half-full glasses may inspire them to act.

They might come up with solutions more quickly.

 

Optimists consider more than just the fact.  

They may be less obstructed by doom and gloom.

They come through troubles with emotions intact.

 

Actually it depends, a realist revealed,

whether the glass is being emptied or filled.

Saturday, November 21, 2020

PAD 7-3 This Time

 Always Pray

 

Pray this time.

Let’s not wait till things are bad.

Let us pray day by day.

Whether good or bad.

Jesus loves us.

Look to Him.

Friday, November 20, 2020

PAD 7-2 This Time

 The Lord of Time and Space

 

I love the Lord of time and space.

The Lord of time and space loves me.

One day we will be face to face.

I love the Lord of time and space.

And He will help me win this race.

I praise the Holy Trinity.

I love the Lord of time and space.

The Lord of time and space loves me.

Thursday, November 19, 2020

PAD 7-1 This Time

 This Time

 

This time, maybe I won’t do something stupid.

I’ll smile graciously and listen intently.

I’ll laugh in all the right places.

I’ll be careful not talk with my mouth full.

I’ll take a seat not designated for someone else.

This time I won’t spill food or drop forks on the floor.

Or tuck the tablecloth into my skirt.  

Well, if not this time, maybe next time.

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Tuesday, November 17, 2020

PAD 6-2 in Medias Res

 Let’s Pray

 

Amidst the busy time of day

Let’s stop and pray

He’s number one

His will be done

 

Creator of the universe

As things get worse

Let us draw near

He’ll surely hear

 

He lovingly will meet our needs

Our prayers, He heeds

Let Him be praised  

With voices raised

Monday, November 16, 2020

PAD 6-1 in medias res

 Cause and Effect

 

Shawna breathed heavily

as her legs pumped the pedals.

She turned the corner too fast.

 

Shawna found herself flung

atop a chain-link fence.

She’d never make it to Amy’s in time.

 

As she righted herself and her bike,

she thought how little things

can cause a giant downward spiral.

 

But they can also cause an upward one.

Hopefully this little crash would lead to

Amy’s good, rather than her detriment.

Sunday, November 15, 2020

PAD 5-3 Ruin

 Ruins

The Friary

Imagine robed figures

I can almost hear them praying.

Ireland

Saturday, November 14, 2020

PAD 5-2 Ruin

 Mesa Verde

 

Mesa Verde home of Ancestral Puebloans

Nestled on cliffs with small rectangular windows

They climbed ladders to get up to their dwellings

Far above pinyon-juniper, yucca, cactus, sage

 

Nestled on the cliffs with small square windows

Many rooms for storage, sleeping, and daily living

Low roofs and narrow passages for small people

Round underground kivas, social or spiritual uses

 

They climbed ladders to get up to the dwellings

Must have had amazing stamina to live so high up

Mothers ground grains with stone metate and man0

While minding toddlers, near 1,000-foot drop-offs

 

Far above pinyon-juniper, yucca, cactus, sage

Fathers fought, hunted, planted gardens

Now tourists from all over the world gawk

What would the ancients think about that?

Friday, November 13, 2020

PAD 5-1 Ruin

 Rain

 

I used to dread the rainy days.

They ruined plans in many ways.

Now, I live southwest.

We think rain’s the best.

Our refrain,

Send the rain!

Thursday, November 12, 2020

PAD 4-3 blank myself

 By Myself

 

My nose is pointed at the sea.

I sit on shore, dig toes in sand.

The waves are whooshing steadily,

Like drummer in an old rock band.

A boat slows down and comes to land.

It would be great to sail away!

I’m needed here to lend a hand.

And so, for now, it’s here I’ll stay.

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

PAD 4-2 Blank Myself

 Find myself

Amidst the titles

Wife, Mom, Sis

Friend, Writer

Artist, Pray-er, Uke player

Steadfast. Amused. Me.

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

PAD 4-1 Blank Myself

 Encourage Myself

 

I’ll speak to myself

As I would to a dear friend.

No more, hey stupid.

But you’re doing well, keep on!

Success! One step at a time.

Monday, November 9, 2020

PAD 3-3 Dream or Nightmare

 A Dream

 

Had a weird dream that my daughter (Lori)

a boy I knew from high school (Greg)

and I were on a tour.

 

We got separated from the group,

so we were trying to find them.

We planned to attend a banquet.

 

While crossing over a bridge,

we came to a place with missing boards.

Lori jumped over successfully.

 

Then she came back to help me.

I made it across okay

but she fell into the river.

 

I tried to scream for help

but nothing came out.

I got ready to jump in.

 

But I felt that if she came to

she could get out.

She did and was able to climb out.

 

We found a bus going to the banquet.

But we lost Greg. I wanted to find him,

but Lori said we had to go.

 

So we left poor Greg wandering around.

We didn’t know what to do with Lori’s clothes.

They were too wet to go to a banquet.

 

That was the end of the dream.

Sunday, November 8, 2020

PAD 3-2 dream or nightmare

 The Distraught Zombie

 

Bob dreamed of a Zombie named Fred

Who didn’t like being all dead

Fred cried and he squalled

Fred sighed and he bawled

And crawled beside Bob in his bed

 

Bob’s dream was so awful that night

He woke up a-scared and affright

Fran sang him a song

It didn’t take long

Till Fred disappeared in the light

Saturday, November 7, 2020

PAD 3-1 dream or nightmare

 I Dream

 

I dream of singing songs I wrote in praise

I dream of painting pictures of landscapes

I dream of writing poetry and plays

I dream of other countries and escapes

I dream of comfy cottages on capes

I dream of all the mountains I will climb

I dream of having grandkids in due time

I dream of helping children in great need

I dream of living a new paradigm

I dream of having plans that will succeed

Friday, November 6, 2020

PAD 2-3 Unexpected

 The Unexpected Happens

 

The unexpected happens in startling ways.

You go about your business dodging boredom.

You make your plans thinking changes will not come.

Suddenly it appears, unlike other days.

Just when you thought you would never ditch that phase.

May make you jump like the boom of a bass drum.

The unexpected happens.

 

Even a person full of faith when he prays

May not know where the answer is coming from.

To the earnest intercessor, God is not numb.

A believer learns that persistent prayer pays.

The unexpected happens.

Thursday, November 5, 2020

PAD 2-2 Unexpected

 

Unexpected

 

O, what surprise!

Who would have thought it?

To happen this way

No one would  suspect

It started quiet

Perhaps for effect

And then there it was

No time to reject

 

Love grows like a plant

Starts from a mere seed

A smile one fine day

Nothing to enchant

A glance or a touch

A favor to grant

A bit of respect

At last, they connect!

Wednesday, November 4, 2020

PAD 2-1 Unexpected

 

What If?

 

What if the unexpected came

Results accepted on each side

When followers would swallow pride

United under one good name

And harmony would be our fame

What if we’d use the strengths of each

And confidence we would not breach

Our streets were filled with love and peace

And hatred gone in sweet release

Is it so really out of reach?

Tuesday, November 3, 2020

PAD 1-2 Enter

 Enter into His Presence

 

O, Holy God draw near to me,

While Satan flees Your presence now.

I come before You and I bow.

I wait on You expectantly.

 

Your peace approaches quietly.

You are the what, the why, the how.

O, Holy God draw near to me,

While Satan flees Your presence now.

 

Please, open up my eyes to see

And ears to hear what You allow.

I’ll love You all my days, I vow.

You’re awesome, God, in You, I’m free.

O, Holy God draw near to me.

Monday, November 2, 2020

PAD 1-1 Enter

 

Enter

 

E nchanting

N ew life

T aking a step at a time

E nthusiastically

R eaching for great heights

Sunday, November 1, 2020

Poetic Bloomings Sunrise

 Sunrise

 

An aspen stood tall

Brilliant glow at its feet

Standing on Holy ground