From April PAD Challenge

Greatest Commandments

When your life goes off the rails,

when all else fails,

what remains you can afford,

love the Lord.

Don’t forget your sisters and brothers,

and love others.

Not the love that rules or smothers,

or the loves that begs and whines,

but the loves that gives through time.

When all else fails, love the Lord, and love others. 

From April PAD challenge

Cluttered Sink

A jumble of dishes

stack higher and higher

while the shower runs,

the hair dryers hum,

the shoe search ensues

and then it’s a  mad dash

out the door to go to church.

PA ode to...

Like Winnie the Pooh

Here’s to my bear with little brain;

you’re gifted in other ways.

Your smiles

Your curiosity

Your innocence

Your funny ways

Your delight in simple things

Your sensitivity to those around you

Like Pooh Bear,

what’s not to love?

Creative Blooming Quintella

The Alpaca Dance

Your partners are all set to prance.

Long legs, big eyes, thick fur.  And hums.

You’ll brush them now from neck to bums.

If you’re willing to take the chance.

Let’s all do the alpaca dance.

So listen here, I’ll teach the stance.

Right arm blocks head, avoid the spit.

Left brushes high and low a bit.  

Watch out, they’ll look at you askance.

Let’s all do the alpaca dance.

I’ll warn you now in great advance.

To kick at you, it’s spiteful goal.

Push bum and scoot around the pole.

Brush fast while it holds still perchance.

Let’s all do the alpaca dance.

The fiber grows your friend’s finance.

Remove the sticks, the hay, the burrs.

Then time to shear. The cries! The whirrs!  

They look like deer now, at first glance.

Let’s all do the alpaca dance.

I’ll tell you now, it’s not romance.

Watch where you step, it’s all not hay.

Yes, you have earned your meal today.

Now, watch them run in the expanse.

Let’s all do the alpaca dance.

From April Challenge

Muddy Shoes

Inside the farmhouse door

a mass of muddy shoes

guard the shiny kitchen floor.

Family and friends

pad along in socks

until the next chore calls.

Hedge mottles sunlight

Chubby cherubs dance on bench

Hydrangeas watch

Poetic Bloomings a lie and why

Just a Minute

I’ll be with you in a just minute.

Go back to bed, I’ll soon be in it.

Oh sure, Wifey, he must be thinking.

I see that cup of tea you’re drinking.

And your computer light’s still glowing.

You’ll check your email, I am knowing.

Next, you’ll peruse today’s Facebook feed

and then eat a snack you think you’ll need.

And while you’re at it you’ll watch a show

and you’ll wonder where the time will go.

Just a minute, I don’t believe that’s true,

three hours and a minute, if I know you.