When on eternal wings I fly,
With smiling hearts remember me.
And see our lives through heaven’s eyes,
When on eternal wings I fly.
The soil is rich when flowers die,
And here I planted many seeds.
When on eternal wings I fly,
With smiling hearts remember me.
—
A Triolet
for NaPoWriMo day 8.
Growing wisdom
Understanding
Tenderness and seeing sides;
Soul-fulfilling
Heartfelt healing
Listening and open mind;
Encouragement
Appreciation
Caring, daring to confide;
Strength enduring
True protection
Softer hearts and wider minds;
Hope believing
All forgiving
Consolation, gentle guide.
Hold the torchlight
Higher, brighter
Never-ending flame, abide!
—
It’s NaPoWriMo day 7! As a Quadrille, this poem has 44 words, not including the title. It also contains 20 reasons to love, with 4 in each stanza except the last one. Don’t take my word for it–count them! ❤
This is the day the Lord has made.*
So thank him when it’s done.
Though some things were right, and others went wrong,
Tomorrow’s another one.
This is the day the Lord has made.
Remember when it’s through,
The path was laid out, in spite of your doubts,
A route that is planned for you.
This is the day the Lord has made.
So breathe a grateful sigh.
No matter what passed, and future unfolds,
You’re getting a rest tonight!
*This is the day the Lord has made; We will rejoice and be glad in it.
–Psalm 118:24 (NKJV)
—
NaPoWriMo day 6, and a blessed evening to you, any and every evening!
I wear a hat to remind me
That I’m not the top of the world.
I’m under a Power much greater than I;
My job is to let it unfurl.
I wear a hat to remind me
That people are more than we see.
The outside is only a mirror,
Reflecting a part of the deep.
I wear a hat to remind me
To think, to be quiet, to pray;
To seek and to find every moment in time
The best I can do, be and say.
I wear a hat to remind me
That I’m not the top of the world.
I’m under a Power much greater than I;
God, help me to let you unfurl!
—
It’s NaPoWriMo day 5… This poem is loosely based on the Biblical concept of head-covering for women. For me, it has its place.
The windows are wanting a dusting;
They can’t see a thing through the dirt.
And none but the birds are rejoicing.
Their view is a little bit hurt.
The windows are wanting a shower,
The grit and the grime piled high.
The birds who can’t see their reflections
Are keeping their gaze to the sky.
The windows are wanting a cleaning,
The curtains depressed in the gloom.
And carried on wings of the springtime,
The birds are suspecting their doom.
The windows are wanting their changes;
The birds, bless their buttons, confide:
“We don’t want our ending beginning
In windows that shimmer with pride!”
—
My attempt at anthropomorphism for Lillian’s prompt at
dVerse.
I’m not sure it hits the spot, but I’m proud of its poetics. 😮 Also a great one for NaPoWriMo day 4.
what is it like to quail at touch
to feel discomfort from seams and itch from tags?
what is it like to feel trapped
from noise or crowds?
what is it like to scream in pain
when a room goes from dark to light?
what is it like
to be fixated on one thing
to the exclusion of almost everything else?
what is it like
to fear looking someone in the eye?
what is it like to be called names
by those who choose not to understand
that you are just as valuable as them?
what is it like to see the world
in such a unique, profound and simple way
that sometimes I am staggered by your brilliance?
~~
In addition to being (Inter)National Poetry Writing Month, April is also Autism Awareness Month. Today is “inside out shirt day” – a day that everyone is encouraged to wear their…
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You want to shoot foxes
and don’t care about rescuing old, tired donkeys.
You see starving children on TV,
and your heart doesn’t skip a beat.
But when that person sings,
you know who I mean,
your heart opens,
and you get a little teary-eyed.
It takes all kinds
of people and animals
to create this
world of variety we call home!
Even though you want to shoot foxes
and don’t care about rescuing old, tired donkeys,
you’re one of the good ones!
And I love you for it!
—
For NaPoWriMo day 3, I’m reminded there’s all manner of good in this world! Just because people care about different things than we do, doesn’t make them lesser people. You never know… Sometimes we can even learn to love them! 😀
Kenny had a bottle
of soda sweet and fine,
a hard-to-find glass bottle
that made it look like wine.
We laughed each time my little boy
watched him pop the cap.
And now with Kenny gone beyond,
I smile looking back.
I buy myself a bottle
of soda for old times;
My son remembers opening
A bottle of that kind.
My heart can hear the message,
A little bitter-sweet:
Though Kenny may have gone away,
One day beyond, we’ll meet.
And there may be a bottle
of soda sweet and fine,
A new and shining bottle
Of heaven’s perfect wine.
—
NaPoWriMo day 2/30, in memory of Kenny.
Shared at
dVerse OpenLinkNight #193.
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Not what goes into the mouth defiles a man; but what comes out of the mouth, this defiles a man.”
Then Peter answered and said to Him, “Explain this parable to us.”
So Jesus said, “Are you also still without understanding? Do you not yet understand that whatever enters the mouth goes into the stomach and is eliminated? But those things which proceed out of the mouth come from the heart, and they defile a man.
–Matthew 15:11, 15-18 (NKJV)
Your word I have hidden in my heart, That I might not sin against You.
–Psalm 119:11 (NKJV)
and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
–Philippians 4:7 (NKJV)
Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar
1. The heart is a place where we hide things.
It uses the mouth to speak.
And sooner or later it’s going to tell
Every secret that we keep.
Refrain:
2. It isn’t the things that we’re eating
Or those we have heard and seen,
But all the hard feelings we push down inside
Are destroying you and me.
Refrain:
3. Be mindful of what you are saying,
The words that you think and speak,
For every word has the power to hurt
Or to plant a loving seed.
Refrain: (Twice)
The heart is a place where we hide things.
Refrain:
[So] hide, hide within you the word of life.
And guard, guard your heart in the peace of Christ.
O this poem is hellishly funny,
And so is the state of my money.
I tell you I’m broke,
And it isn’t a joke,
But it costs not a thing to be sunny! 🙂
—
Happy April Fools! No pranks today, but too late I remembered NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) and wasn’t going to miss the first day… Especially given another great
Limerick
opportunity! May my offerings only improve from now on!
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