Tuesday, April 16, 2019

PA Strombotto, PB harmony


Harmony
(a strombotto)

When I write there is a stirring in my soul,
Struggling to have ears to hear and eyes to see.
Drawing near to the One who can make me whole,
Causing dysfunction, distress and doubts to flee.
To write something helpful and true is my goal.
And sometimes my words will surprise even me.
As His Holy Spirit gently takes control,
We create together in sweet harmony.

Monday, April 15, 2019

Poetic Bloomings Nurture


Avalanche!

Be creative
Be creative
Be creative
My hubby always said
after we were first married.

He didn’t know
he was setting off
an avalanche.

Sunday, April 14, 2019

Poetic Asides spring, Poem Away La Tuin


Springtime Memories

In Pennsylvania country home
Footloose feelings tantalize me still
When weather becomes warm and mild            

Buttercups and violets popped up wild
Fragrant blooms wherever we’d roam
Of new sights and sounds we had our fill
Greening grass tempted and beguiled

Flung off our shoes and joyfully smiled
Toes in earth like a garden gnome
Raindrops and puddles gave us a thrill
Formed cakes and pies from mud we piled

Stocking the creek made fishermen riled
Bubbling water frothing like foam
Bicycles out and flying downhill
High kites among memories filed

Springtime when I was a little child
In Pennsylvania country  home
Footloose feelings tantalize me still
When weather becomes warm and mild

Saturday, April 13, 2019

Poetic Asides travel


Off in My Dreams

Every time I fold my clothes
And they’re laid out across the bed
I always think that I should be
Packing my suitcases instead

I think of where I’d fly off to
Australia, New Zealand, or Wales
I’d like to see Niagara Falls
Or return to Wisconsin Dells

Cruise along Panama Canal
See a friend in San Salvador
Ireland and Scotland, I love
I’d like to go there a lot more

Canada’s calling, so is Greece
Hear the Bahamas whisper, too.
Yes, I’d travel the world over
Before my wandering was through

I tuck my clothes back in the drawers
And go about my day at home
Till laundry day comes once again
And then I dream of where I’ll roam

Friday, April 12, 2019

Poetic Bloomings challenge


Diet Challenge

I have this overeating habit.
I gave up eating like a rabbit.

Some tell me carbohydrates must go.
And others say fat grams are my woe.

Not too much protein, some advise me.
And some say I must go gluten free.

Fruit, sugars and dairy cause defeat.
So someone tell me, what’s left to eat?

Thursday, April 11, 2019

poetic bloomings perspective


Saving the Frog

One day, as children
my cousins and I were playing
in their garden and spied
a snake swallowing a frog.

We felt sorry for the frog
and chased the snake away,
by dousing it with a bucket
of water. But as we played,
we returned to the frog
to see how it was doing
and noticed that is was
covering itself up with dirt.

Throughout the afternoon,
the frog slowly buried itself.
We not only caused the snake
to skip a meal, but we
didn’t help the frog.

People struggle with poverty.
Let’s help them by pooling our money
with greater taxes.

 Many of the employed see the unemployed
have better benefits, so they quit working.
This phenomena increases as workers
pay more and more for nonworkers.

Let’s control what people receive and buy and sell,
so everyone gets something,
plus make sure we get our fair share.

The practice of not feeding wild animals
to prevent them from becoming accustomed to handouts
and not learning to fend for themselves applies to humans.
It’s important to be contributors rather than takers.

People from other countries flee terrible conditions.
We have plenty. Let’s have compassion and share.
Let’s tear down the borders, abolish the rules,
and pay refuges to come up without discrimination.

By destroying our own laws,
we destroy our own people.  
Instead of immigrants being helped,  
many bring their problems with them such as
drug abuse, crime, poverty and violence
turning their new homes so generously given
into replicas of the places they fled.

Children are being abused.
Women who are unable to raise children
should be allowed to abort them.

Abortion devalues life.
Those who abuse now have a greater reason
and less inhibitions to abuse.

Children are getting killed by shootings.
Let’s take away everyone’s guns.

Shootings only increase because
now there are no good guys with guns
defending the innocent.

The climate is changing.
The world is ending.
Let’s try to save it
by changing all our uses of energy.

Frogs, people the earth
are all temporary. The bigger question
is, do we have eternal souls?
Where do we go after we die?
Can we be sure? Are our sources reliable?

If only someone would prove their reliability
by fulfilling over three hundred prophecies,
performing miracles, coming back from the dead,
and predicting future events
more accurately than reporters
record the morning news!

Many leaders are becoming like soft-hearted
children trying to save the frog.
If they  get their way
with abortion, infanticide,
Illegal immigration, climate change,
socialism and gun confiscation,
I hope these compassionate people
don’t have to sit back
and watch us bury ourselves.

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Poetic Asides Gift


A Gift

Snowshoeing on top of three feet of snow.
The scrunch, scrunch sounds accompanied
by the whistling of tall, swaying pines.
Breathing in the fresh air under a gray sky
with Colorado blue breaking through.
The deliberate lifting of our feet,
the effort of muscles, and steadying
ourselves with slender ski poles.
The occasional fall as snow shoes tangle
with each other. The feel of the cold snow.
The laughter and the struggles to get up.
More laughter between friends. It’s all a gift.