We cycle onward, endlessly.
Indifferent, bad, and sometimes good.
Evolving, we’re becoming free,
Realizing where we’ve always stood.
18 words for
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Category Archives: Poetry
Musical Vices #Poem
“The harp has been sold.”
Well ain’t that a bummer!
It’s just not my time
Or my year or my Summer.
When I should be working,
I research the prices
And wonder about
Making more sacrifices.
Hark! Maybe someday
I won’t have any vices!
A Quadrille (44 words) for De’s “bum” prompt at:
Inevitable Impact #Poem
Play or download the poem with lyre accompaniment.
Often a teacher will hear after years
How they helped a student with knowledge and cheer.
While parents are parenting, thankless it seems,
But they give their little ones great self-esteem.
It’s not only people enjoying their work,
But every soul living a life on this earth
Who leaves unique marks on our wonderful world:
You’re having an impact as moments unfurl,
Inevitable, choices changing our world!
—
67 words for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt,
Impact!
Fading Love #Poem
Our wedding rings are stainless steel,
A brushed aluminum gray.
The love we shared is rusty
With two egos in the way.
The sparkle of our future
Is daily growing dim.
So let us turn our hearts to God
Who honors promises!
—
For this week’s Paint Chip Poetry Prompt at
New Moon Prayer #Writephoto #Music
A song with the silvery sound of the zither.
Lyrics
Crescent moon,
Shining through the golden break of dawn.
Crescent moon,
Lighting every tender dream begun.
Teach me to know the nature of flowing life;
Living and real, the dreams that I feel inside.
Crescent moon,
Shining through the shadows of the trees.
Crescent moon,
Lighting up the path that’s right for me.
My intuition gives me a mission sure;
Help me to live the part I am given ever more!
Crescent moon,
Shining through the golden break of dawn.
Crescent moon,
Lighting every tender dream begun.
Crescent moon.
—
For Sue Vincent’s
Thursday #Writephoto Prompt, Crescent.
Jostling Jars #Poem
It’s a jostling, juggling junk drawer of jars,
This magical maze of the mind that is ours!
We’re choosing illusions, tallying tricks,
Performing and playing, proving we’re IT.
When the clamoring clatter does blessedly break,
We treasure the Truth, forgoing what’s fake.
42 words for Sammi’s weekend writing prompt at
Summer Swirl #Poem
The heirloom tomatoes are all green with envy.
The bright fireflies suddenly act unfriendly.
The lap swim has gone off the deep end for now,
And Summer takes on a patina somehow.
Do I have to tell you? It happens each year!
One season flows into another, it’s clear.
You pull out a wishbone and think it away,
But no good! The turning is yearning to stay!
—
For Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #33, From Best to Worst.
Though I didn’t really get the theme right, I couldn’t resist writing this poem!
Pink Flamingo #Writephoto #Poem
When reality is an illusion,
And you’re fretting and full of confusion…
Simply take a deep breath,
Go deep into yourself
Where the Light gives you calm and conclusions!
Pink Flamingo
On Ukulele
I wrote this song 4 years ago. It was inspired by an inflatable flamingo my parents had in their pool, and something my nephew said about hiding sins. It has nothing to do with this week’s photo, but just the word “fantasy” in Sue Vincent’s
Thursday #Writephoto Prompt, Fantasy.
This is the closest thing I’ve had to a hit song so far. It was much requested when I performed at nursing homes, rehab centers, etc, and a few listeners would sing the refrain! What an honor for a songwriter! 🙂
The Ring of Power #Poem
“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.”
–Albert Einstein
Once upon a time was born a princess,
Royal, yes, and gentle, good and kind.
She wanted more than everything she had;
A ring of power, then, she sought to find.
One day beneath a jacaranda tree,
An ultraviolet sprite to her appeared.
The blackberries she picked turned to a ring!
(Outside of fairy tales, this would be weird!)
She put it on, and POOF! she had it all;
The mysteries of life she came to know.
The princess realized all the power she had,
If not used wisely, it would bring her woe.
When she awoke, the purple ring was gone,
The berries in her basket turned to mush.
The princess thought of what she may become,
Then went home in a great excited rush.
As royal as she was in life to be,
Her deeds would ultimately come to naught,
Unless she chose obedience to the King:
The One, Creator, loving Father, God.
This tale I tell in story, but it’s true.
It’s yours and mine and everyone’s, for sure.
We’re children of the King of Heaven and Earth,
And in His Will, we live a life of More!
—
My “once upon a time” for Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #31
Cleansing #Poem
Forgive, bless, release
Lather,rinse, repeat
Forgive, bless, release!
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