Poem Away octave letter l humor

Not for Her Cooking

He thought his bride a bit loopy

To create a lunch so soupy

 She lacked a lot in cooking skills

With a lick, promise and some pills

Her spills made up a messy lake

Her lip would pout and praise he’d fake

Was no limit to her mistakes

He learned to laugh at fallen cakes

Poem Away Pyramid, PA learning

Learning to Say No

I learned

through injury

the world will not combust

if I don’t get my to-dos done.

Though dishes stack up and floors gather crumbs,

the world will keep on spinning one day at a time,

reminding me even God rested on the seventh day.

And Jesus said that His yoke is easy and His burden is light.

Poem Away McWhirtle, green

Lacking a Landscaper

Green is the grass growing

Out in my yard today

City will complain soon

Warn of a fine

Elm trees are growing up

Bushes are flourishing

I cannot work out there

Till strength is mine

poem away left-handed, lento

Now a Leftie

Pain has rendered right hand useless

Straining to type my poem

Main thing is to take the challenge

Gain as left fingers roam

I watch them dance across the keys

Flying on a new path

My right hand rests off to the side

Sigh! Done, spite of pain’s wrath!

Poetic Bloomings blog title

Enthusiastic Soul

If you meet me face to face,

You may have to guess at what I’d say,

For I usually keep things to myself.

You may think me down or bored,

Not excited for the Lord,

A wall flower or some object on a shelf.

But deep inside, I’m grinning

And the wheels above are spinning,

And my soul whirls about in glee.

Because I am not alone

I am part of the Lord’s home;

His Spirit resides right inside of me.

Jesus died and made me whole.

I have an enthusiastic soul,

No longer bound by sin, but free.

Someday it might leak out

And I’ll actually give a shout,

Till then, it shows up in poetry.                      

Poem Away Keat's sonnet, amorphous

Pain’s Haze

My days have become amorphous,

without shape and form.

Oh, maybe a vague pattern around meals.

What to do and when becomes nebulous.

Naps and pain have become the norm.

This unstructured life disorients.

It’s hard to describe how it feels.

I don’t want to be down or make a fuss.

I sleep in a hot bath till lukewarm

And pop anti-inflammatory pills.

Pardon my discontent.

It’s been a month since I hurt my arm.

Getting little done, my days are spent.

Jesus, please heal me and keep me from harm.

Morning thoughts

Still believing

God sees me

Loves me

Answers my prayers

Despite pain