Prayer
(a Pi-Archimedes)
Meet with God
Guide
Pump up the soul
Content
Double hope, peace and joy
Change from a dirty suit
to a clean one.
Prayer
(a Pi-Archimedes)
Meet with God
Guide
Pump up the soul
Content
Double hope, peace and joy
Change from a dirty suit
to a clean one.
(A lune)
Sometimes I’m homesick
For Heaven
I’ll love till I’m there
Here and There
(A Gogyohka)
One month, nine days
Traveling.
I’m glad I’m here
But I’m going home
And will glad to be there.
We Walked
(a dizain)
We walked along a white
sand beach one June.
Clouds drifted by in simple
elegance,
As waves beat out a cozy,
rhythmic tune.
And hand in hand, we did a
little dance.
And so barefoot we did the
ocean prance.
We chatted, walked and grinned
until sunset.
Our silhouettes a happy
sight, I bet.
The honor of that day all
goes to Him.
His grace inspires our lovely
duet,
As cares are flung into
the sea with vim.
We Didn’t Expect This
We didn’t expect this on our
wedding day.
Better, worse, richer, poorer,
health or sickness.
We didn’t expect such
extremes on our way.
We didn’t know about “worser”
and “worsest.”
But God carried us through
years of highs and lows.
Ready for our “golden
years,” though fool’s gold glows.
We didn’t know about “bester”
and “bestest.”
So we are content; we didn’t
expect this.
We Travel
They say traveling can be
an addiction.
If so, I don’t want to be
free.
Sis and I just had a
Florida vacation.
They say traveling can be
an addiction.
We’re thinking of our next
destination.
Will it be Morocco or
Italy?
They say traveling can be
an addiction.
If so, I don’t want to be
free.
Mad
Destroying the innocent
Stealing from the poor
Withholding human rights
These make me mad, and
more
Heartless injustices
Attacks by the score
Greed behind every ad
These make me mad, and
more
Blatant apathy
Another slammed door
Being disregarded
These make me mad, and
more.
Mad
M ainly driven by hurt,
loss
A nd injustices too
D ifficult to understand.
Mad About You
At the end of a hard week
You comfort me
and see me through
I’m mad, mad, mad,
mad about You.
Outdoor Dryer
Clothes on the clothesline
In Arizona sun
Enjoying the fresh air
Rest when I’m done
Takes only minutes
In this desert heat
The towels, rough and
stiff
Smelling fresh and sweet
Burnt Ankles
(A Zymurgy)
Slathered in sunblock, I
thought I was protected.
P rotected, it was dumb of
me to think so,
R emembering how I waded in
the
O cean. Sis and I
T ook a long wading in the
waves,
E nding siting comfortably
in lawn
C hairs with the sun warm
and
T oasty beating on my
E xposed ankles. I
D idn’t realize the danger
they were in.
In time, I felt the
painful burn.
B listers. I hid them
U nder the beach towel for
the
R est of our time in
Florida
N ow, they’re like two
lizards.
Lizards, rough-skinned
lizards.
L ike the little ones
I saw on our porch that
Z ipped away when we
A pproached. My ankles are
no longer
R ed like someone with poor
circulation.
D ry and flaky, the
S kin peels.
Slippy Tiles and Sliding Towels
(7/5 Trochee)
Slippy tiles on bathroom
floors
Steam is in the air
Hanging on to walls and
doors
Bathers must beware
Mats are in the laundry
now
Leaving floors too bare
Setting down a sliding
towel
Warning ‘cause I care
The Patience of Evil
The devil trolls with ready
net
And puts the bait upon a
hook
He lures fish in with rod
and reel
And hopes they’ll take a
second look
He casts his line in and
then sits
Observing nibbles by his
float
He waits a while for sudden
strike
When he can get them in
his boat
He chums the lake with what
they like
He uses his full tackle
box
He smiles and thinks the
jig is up
He’s sly and wily as a fox
But Jesus that persistent
lover
Rushes the boat and tips
it over
Patience
Patience is waiting
for God to bless you
and answer your prayers
in His way and timing,
while maintaining
a good attitude.
Patient
P ersevering through thick
and thin
A nd forbearing others’
faults
T olerant of others’
differences
I mmensely serene in
spirit
E asy-going, cheerful, Good-
N atured, calm and
T otally unflappable—patient
WWIII?
With Putin and his dreams
His madness and his
schemes
The calamity and pain
He brings on the Ukraine
In prayer, I reject
the domino effect.
In Dark of Night
The fears I have in dark
of night
The scariest things that bring
chills
What makes me tremble with
sharp fright?
What gives me ominous
thrills?
The horror you can’t
imagine,
All ghostly with alarming groans.
It haunts with menacing
torture.
I wince at the sighs and
the moans.
With wide eyes I try to
see it.
My ears open to its faint
cries.
What’s that? I whisper to
myself.
A creak accompanies the
sighs.
The fears I have in dark
of night,
They seem to vanish with
the light.
A Family Fear
Mom read up about
Alzheimer’s,
since Dad's memory deteriorated.
She read that it’s
hereditary.
And one out of five succumbs.
She thought of her five
daughters.
Which one of you will have
it?
Then she said something
else,
but I don’t remember what
it was.
How you can catch up
Write some words in a
haiku
And then take a nap
How to feel stupid
Write three haikus on
anything
Post them anyway
How to write a poem
Put some interesting words
down
Having a form helps
Infinity and Beyond
Teach us to
number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Psalm 90:12
I’ll turn 64 October 25.th
That gives me 63 time 365,
making 22, 995 days,
Add 31, 28, 31, and 12, making
23,907 days.
If I live to be 80,
I have 16 X 365-31-28-31-12
leaving me 5,738 days.
That doesn’t seem like a
lot compared to my 23,907 days past.
Will I have time to do all
I want to do?
Will I use my time to do
what God wants me to do?
Thankful that the days of
eternity are infinite.
A Poet’s Tapping
Tapping my fingers, a
syllable count
I write verses to a
certain amount
Probably looks like I have
the jitters
As the moments each traveler
fritters
And then how about rhyming
count with fount?
A Traveler’s Counting
Counting days to take off
to Nebraska
Counting hours to get onto
the plane
Counting minutes to see my
four sisters
Counting days to get on
the plane again
Counting hours to fly to
Florida
Counting days till the fun
will end
Counting hours to fly
clear to Mesa
Counting minutes to see
Hubby again
Powerless
At times, I feel so powerless
Though it might be just a
feeling
I’m confused, I must
confess
At times, I feel so
powerless
And I know God’s love, no less
But often my thoughts are
reeling
At times, I feel so
powerless
Though it might be just a
feeling
Praying
Empowering
Connecting to His grace
Getting the good He wants
for you
In love
Taste and See
Taste and see that the
Lord is good. Psalm 34:8
The Lord is good, O, taste
and see!
He’s full of grace and charity
Created the whole universe
Redeemed us from the human
curse.
He knows each one
intimately
And loves each one
outlandishly.
He calls each person to
believe.
He wants what’s good and
not what’s worse.
The Lord is good.
His Spirit flows
abundantly.
Gives ears to hear and
eyes to see.
In His great love, we can
immerse.
When life has reached its
final verse,
Yes, we will truly taste
and see
The Lord is good.
Taste of Adventure
Sweet and tart green
grapes
Burst with refreshing delight
On hot sunny beach
Daring to bob
in the ocean waves
A similar delight
Celery
Some say celery has no
taste
and burns more calories to
eat
than it adds to your waist.
Has anyone noticed
the more you eat celery
the more it tastes nutty?
Or, am I nutty?