Category Archives: Poetry

It Is Good!

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I feel that precious can
Come open in my hand
And realize God created all
The best He ever could.
I touch that coffee can,
Proclaiming, “It is good!”

I smell aromas strong;
Sure as the day is long.
I’m waking up and taking on
More than I thought I could.
Inhaling coffee brewing,
Proclaiming, “It is good!”

I listen to the purr,
The gurgle and the whirr.
It’s music in a magic pot,
A song of purest gold.
I hear the dripping fade,
Proclaiming, “It is good!”

I taste that perfect cup
Of morning pick-me-up,
Or afternoon or evening,
Most any time will do.
I sip that cup of coffee,
Proclaiming, “It is good!”

If I could see one sight,
One special glimpse of Light,
I wonder if it wouldn’t be
A blessed and smiling fool,
A face just like my very own,
Proclaiming, “It is good!”

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Legend of the Claddagh

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Young Richard with a group set sail
To catch the village fish,
And on his way imprisoned by
A Spanish pirate ship.

Distraught, the men worked hard as slaves;
Young Richard, he did pine.
But stole a bit of Master’s gold
For her he left behind.

From precious gold he shaped a ring
With prayers to God above
That he return one bless-ed day
To marry his true love.

The years went by and years went by,
As Richard kept his heart
Until the day he was released,
So happy to depart.

Returning home he found his love,
Remaining ever true.
The Claddagh Ring he gave to her,
A token of the proof.

Today we wear the Claddagh still,
With hands and heart and crown.
It shines upon the hand of one
Whom her true love has found,
Reminding all who see it:
Love does make the world go round!

—
My poetic version of the Irish
Legend of the Claddagh.

Blessing

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You bless me with your touch
that wakes me every day,
the whisper of your voice
I hear in gentle ways,
the blanket of your Spirit
embracing me so tight,
that I may be your blessing
from morning until night.

—
For Paul’s beautiful prompt asking for “ripples of blessings” at
dVerse.

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A Puppet’s Gift

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for Freddy, Dominic,
and all ye of the holey, holy socks

A sock with holes can always start anew.
The wider world is waiting for your play.
There’s more to life than hiding in a shoe.

A puppet is the great escape for you.
So let it out to greet the shining day.
A sock with holes can always start anew.

You make the puppet from a piece of you,
The one that keeps the words you never say.
There’s more to life than hiding in a shoe.

You give the puppet purpose and a use
And help the lost in you to find its way.
A sock with holes can always start anew.

So let your socks and puppets pay their dues
And free you from the prison of your ways.
There’s more to life than hiding in a shoe.

Your peaceful puppets prosper as you do.
The world awaits your wisdom in a play.
A sock with holes can always start anew.
There’s more to life than hiding in a shoe.

—
A Villanelle for Franks MeetingTheBar at
dVerse.

Other Villanelles

Adopted

Breaking Free

Nightfall

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Night falls softly these long days,
Perfect timing every phase.
Sweetest kiss caresses sky
In a lingering good-bye,
Featuring the fading Sun,
Heralding the rest begun.
Royal symphony of light,
Promises of dreams tonight.
Tender notes as day departs,
Peppering the sky with stars.

—
My Quadrille in response to Kim’s “pepper” prompt at
dVerse.

Birdsong

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It’s such a rainy day today,
So cold and damp and drear.
I curl up where it’s warm and dry,
But oh the birds I hear!
Chirping, cooing, twittering,
Laughing, singing free!
The sound of happiness in song
Is worth the rain to me.

—
No surprise to anyone, this is my “sound” Quadrille for Victoria’s lovely prompt at
dVerse.

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Friendly Soil

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Bring in the rototiller,
The plow and tractor too,
And don’t forget the mower,
Shovel, rake and other tools!

It’s time to plant the garden,
And it’s got to be just right,
Or else the crops and people
Will be in quite a plight!

So stir the soil with gusto,
And compost it real well.
The garden could be heaven,
Or perhaps a living hell.

Now I must tell you something:
We have left the best behind.
How can we tend the garden,
And forget to tend the mind?

—
Björn asks us to write about soil over at
dVerse Poetics.

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Where I Want You

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I thought I had you where I wanted you–
Read and recited,
Pages turned,
Chapters ended,
Stories told,
A book closed without regret.
But you echo like Shakespeare through my mind,
long gone,
never forgotten.
And that’s not where I want you,
is it?

—
De’s Quadrille word is echo over at
dVerse.
Come join us! Read, respond, write, enjoy the Q!

Perfect Union

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You whisper to me,
and I do not hear.

You blow through my mind
like a gentle breeze,
soft, unruffled
breath of love.

You touch my heart
as the morning sun,
shining me awake
in the dawn of your presence.

You speak to my soul
without words, without sound,
sweet music made
when we dance together.

You whisper to me,
and I do not hear–
perfect union.

—
The Spirit has whispered many poems this month! Some funny, some serious, some more Metaphysical, some right up front for all to see. I’m grateful for each one, and all the poets who commit to this opening of heart, mind, soul, and time to bring art into a world in need! Thanks also to the readers–without you, our words would fall on dry soil!

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IWalk this Floor

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I walk this floor and cannot see.
So please don’t walk in front of me!

I ask and ask, but to and fro,
My path is still the way they go.

Perhaps I need to wear a sign:
Those feet are yours, and these are mine.

And if they cross, we both go down.
I walk this floor, so walk around!

Oh be ye person, dog or foul,
Please find another place to prowl.

This house is big enough, you see.
I walk this floor. So let me be!

Remember as you end your day,
The vacuum has a place to stay.

And put things back where they belong
Before the nighttime comes along.

If one dark night the power goes,
You’ll need a torch or lantern’s glow.

And you will have to ask me where.
I just might find them, if I care.

I live here too, not having sight.
But I’m not giving up my rights.

You see the people, pets and more.
But don’t forget: I walk this floor!

—
This poem is true. It’s funny, unless you’re the one tripping over, colliding with, banging into, knocking over, or otherwise having unpleasant encounters with people, pets, and assorted obstacles–not in an unfamiliar place, but at home. It’s not what I usually write, as I don’t like to dwell on these things. But sooner or later, everything must come to light! Please remember, whomever you meet in your daily life, show some (un)common human respect for them!

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