cinquain

 

I’m stuck

Here in the fog

Feel like doing nothing

The best thing I can do is pray

Help, Lord!

Hex-Sonnetta

 

Praising as One

 

Let’s glorify the Lord

Together all as one

In the name of the Son

He is to be adored

He is who we run toward

In Him, the victory’s won

 

Unite our hearts dear God

We come before You now

Your love is deep and broad

Your greatness, we applaud

Our heads before You bow

 

It is Your name we raise

Deserving all our praise

Refrain Poetic Asides

 One Step at a Time

 

My projects stack like piles of books,

So much to do where all one looks.

Devotions to write, poems to rhyme.

I’ll do them one step at a time.

 

Garage to clean, the yard to weed

Fill the bird feeder with some seed.

The bathrooms smell less than sublime.

I’ll do them one step at a time.

 

The paint’s still waiting, I confess.

Front yard is still an awful mess.

A hike to take, some hills to climb.

I’ll do them one step at a time

 

My projects stack like piles of books.

I’ll do them one step at a time.

sounds of silence Poetic Bloomings

 The Quiet Place

 

As children in our country neighborhood,

mornings to nights were filled with sounds

of children playing, fighting, laughing

shouting from one large yard to another

or parents calling or whistling for their kids.

 

Pappap would leave his house open

when he’d be working out and about

or visiting his lady friend in Johnstown.

We’d usually play in their together

with all our noise and commotion.

 

But the times I went in alone, I’d marvel

at how still and quiet it was in there.

I’d snatch some orange circus peanuts

from the striped ceramic candy dish.

The clattering lid broke the silence.

HexSonatta

 Hidden in Plain Sight

(HexSonatta)

 

It seems God hides away

I strain to hear and see

His voice, a mystery

I wait throughout the day

And think what He might say

If He’d reply to me

 

He speaks through His dear Son

It’s written in the Book

If I’d just take a look

The morning has begun

The Lord loves everyone

His death is what it took

 

He’s hidden in plain sight

Lord Jesus is the light

Villonnet

 We Prayed for Rain

(Villonnet)

 

We prayed for rain and now I sit inside.

In the Southwest, it’s a sin to complain.

And though I planned to mow and weed today,

He chooses all the ways that He provides.

 

As rain falls steadily, I write and hide.

I’ll thank God for the moisture that we need.

And praise Him for His tender love and care.

We prayed for rain and now I sit inside.

 

For all He’s given me for which I cried,

I thank Him for His generosity.

Sometimes His answers rearrange my plans.

He chooses all the ways that He provides.

 

We prayed for rain and now I sit inside.

And soon enough, I’ll go outside to work.

He chooses all the ways that He provides.

Combo Poetic Asides

 Combo

 

Combine stress, boredom

and leftover birthday cake

to equal diet blown,

belly bulge and new resolve.