Poem Away, novelinee, V

Dancing While Waiting for the Bus

                                  

When I was very young, we kids would dance

each vibrant morning waiting for the bus.

With vim and vigor, we would skip and prance.

It made us feel, oh so, victorious.

With verve, we’d polka on our country road,

while vigilantly watching for our ride.

But the vibrations warned us like a code.

Like a thin vapor, dancing quickly died.

Now, I’m vaguely old, I still dance and hide.

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Travel

To me, traveling is like an itch

It’s torture if I can’t scratch it

Trips to far-off places beg

I don’t care what terrain

Try to save money

Tests my patience

Thank You, God

Tick tock

Time

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He Smiles

I thank the Lord for being good,

for His amazing grace.

And for the way He smiles at me,

when I do what I should.

And even when I don’t, He smiles.

I feel so understood.

Agape love withstands the fire,

titanium, not wood.

I’m glad for when I’ll see His face

and for the way He smiles at me,

against all likelihood.

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O God, I Thank, Praise and Worship You.

Thank You for friends, home, family, and joy.

Thank You for blessings all the day through,

like laughter, watermelon, and spring rain.

O God, I thank, praise and worship You.

I’ll share Your goodness with those who will hear,

exalting the One who makes old things new.

I’ll tell of Your forgiveness, grace and love.

O God, I thank, praise and worship You.

You’re worthy of my complete devotion.

You’re awesome, Holy, merciful and true.

I yield to You my heart, my soul and mind.

O God, I thank, praise and worship You.

The Father who nurtures and meets all our needs.

The Son who’s the way, the light, life and truth.

The Spirit who teaches, comforts and guides.

O God, I thank, praise and worship You.

Poetic Asides dream

A Memorable Dream

Usually dreams wisp away

before I’m fully awake,

but this dream has stuck

with me for weeks.

I dreamed my son

was still little, about five,

rather than the large 33-

year-old he is today.

He wanted a cake

to look like a grasshopper,

(don’t ask me why)

so I made him one.

Then he wanted

a grasshopper costume

so I put one together

and got an idea.

I knew of a weather balloon

that didn’t go high

but bounced up and down

kind of like a grasshopper.

So I took my son

where they were giving rides,

but the ballooned whipped

off into the wind above trees.

I about abandoned the idea,

when the wind calmed down

and an adult climbed aboard

to make sure it was safe.

Then a mom and little daughter

took a ride so, I decided we’d go,

but by the time my son and I

took our turn, the balloon lost air.

A man who I used to be close to

helped us into the chair. I asked

him if he wanted to come, but he

said there’d be too much weight.

It didn’t go very high, but enough

to see a great volcanic forest fire

heading our way, so we cried

out warnings and everyone ran.

Where we ran it was cold

so people started passing

out coats and it didn’t

matter who they belonged to.

But a friend who passed them out

recognized mine and gave it to me.

We dashed off until I wondered

if we were still in danger.

So my son and I climbed large steps

and could see the fire had died out.

So everyone stopped running.

And that was my dream.

Don’t know what the takeaway is.

Never try to act like a grasshopper?

Or maybe don’t eat chocolate candy

before going to bed for the night.

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Sleepy

Snuggled in chair

A quiet evening

Pulling a poem out of thin air

At last

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Retirees/Empty Nesters

Empty nesters now, we didn’t think we’d get so old so soon.

We thought we’d still have zip and zing, travel far, shoot for the moon.

I make my to-do lists, we go to therapies and doctors.

After lunch, we feel like calling it a day and have our snores.

It’s so easy to get distracted by Facebook and Youtube.

It took me over a week to get my car to Jiffy Lube.

And my house still looks like it had been gone through by a haboob.

So I wonder if to having fun, we have become immune.

I dream of adventures and opportunities’ golden doors,

while hubby’s idea of excitement is a Rubik’s Cube.