Coping #Limerick #Poem

So you’re wanting to know how I cope
When I’m reaching the end of my rope?
Well I really don’t know,
‘Cause I go with the flow,
Holding onto my love, faith and hope!

And you’re wanting to know how I make it
When the mind says I simply can’t take it?
I just keep my mouth closed,
Breathing deep through my nose
Without saying a word, and I fake it!

No, I don’t have a piece of advice
So that everything works out all nice.
Through my problems I pray
For the will and the way
That won’t ask for my soul as its price!

So you’re wanting to know how I cope
When I’m reaching the end of my rope?
Well I really don’t know,
‘Cause I go with the flow,
Holding onto my love, faith and hope!


An extended Limerick written for
Michael’s Coping Prompt at MLMM.

The End – Tale Weaver #301 #Poem

The story is over; I don’t recommend
At all that you read it, because of the end.

The ending is terrible–here is a spoiler–
The heroine dies when her lover has foiled her.

Her mother and father in sadness divorce,
And nothing will ever be right on their course.

The lover is free, living in the Bahamas
Where he drinks margaritas in his beach-wear pajamas.

But the worst part of all is the ladies and fellas
Out buying this book, making it a best-seller!


My response to
Tale Weaver #301: The End

Inner Voice #Decima #Poem

If one is all and all are one,
Then why such trouble on this earth?
And why, beginning at our birth,
Do struggles keep us from the sun?

When night arrives and day is done,
We make our choice: To light the spark
Or wander stumbling through the dark…
We may not see, but we can hear
The inner voice of faith or fear.
And which we follow leaves a mark!


A Decima for
Ronovan Writes D├ęcima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 31: (ONE) in the A rhyme line.

Nature’s Night #Sonnet #Poem

A supernova flies across the sky!
It pulls me from a melancholy time.
I wonder how a being such as I
Could miss a fascination so sublime!

The scent of lavender comes sweetly round
To ease a troubled mind before I sleep.
The night air, softly, gently blowing down,
Takes what must go, and tells what I must keep.

The wild blue yonder always points the way,
Unchanging Self with ever-changing view.
I, too, can change my thoughts in night or day,
And deep within I Am the Light of Truth.

It isn’t simply nature as it seems,
But beauty to enjoy and teach us things!


A Sonnet for Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #44

Flash of Encouragement #Haiku #Poem

Like a flash of smoke
Error’s illusions destroy
What took time to build.

What took time to build
Required strength and hard work
To achieve the goal.

To achieve the goal,
We must step outside the box
In faith and courage.

In faith and courage,
We go on despite failure;
Nature shows us how.


Shi Rensa Haiku
written for
#Threethingschallenge #412