Category Archives: Poetry

The Gift of Words

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I gave you my words.
It felt like nothing,
free for the taking,
willingly given,
no sacrifice required.

But you received them
like the parched gulp water,
and the hungry devour a crumb,
and like the lost who find direction.

My humble words,
so naturally shared,
with no expectation
except to cheer…

And cheer they did!
You were lifted
by a Spirit not my own,
but everyone’s,
and all by a few simple words!

—
I had the privilege of singing at a senior home today. I was nervous! Most of the residents didn’t know me, and because I’m a singer/songwriter, they didn’t know the songs either. But I received at least as much from them as they did from me. Minds were opened, spirits were lifted, hearts were blessed, and bodies forgot their pain–at least for a while. What more can we ask than to be a blessing to each other?

Written for NaPoWriMo day 20 and shared at
dVerse OpenLinkNight #194.

What I’m Doing

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Just catching up on some reading
where folks tell what it’s like
to be in their shoes.
It seems I’ve worn some of those shoes.

Just listening to a song
that came from someone’s heart,
touched by another.
It seems I’ve felt that touch.

Just enjoying the breeze
sent to cheer the day
and lift the birds to new heights.
It seems I’ve flown that high before.

Just catching up
on the life you’ve given me
to remind me of the beauty
I don’t seem to remember enough.

And just saying thank you!

—
Written for NaPoWriMo day 19.

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Postcard from the Heart

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I’m poeming here in the land of sun
With birds and flowers, sweetness and fun.
The only thing better, it’s perfectly clear,
Would be poeming with your laughter near.

I’m singing here in the land of love
With all of these blessings straight from above.
And the greatest one I’ve seen so far
Is the Light that shimmers between our hearts.

With me you go; with me you stay,
No matter where you are today.
Tomorrow you will come along
In heart, in soul, in poem and song.

—
A short (enough?) postcard poem for De’s prompt at
dVerse.
Come travel the world with all the amazing poets this April, and join in. We don’t bite!

Midnight Song

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It’s midnight as the hours turn.
The clock is ticking; candles burn.
As I embrace the dark that churns,
It’s midnight as the hours turn.

It’s midnight as the world spins.
The time is passing; hear the din.
I reach for moonlight deep within;
It’s midnight as the world spins.

It’s midnight as the mind repairs.
The time is healing, easing cares.
I rest content to be in prayer;
It’s midnight as the mind repairs.

It’s midnight as the soul awakes.
Forget the clock of time and space.
As Spirit lights the dreamland scape,
It’s midnight as the soul awakes.

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Yesterday’s prompt at napowrimo.net was to write a nocturn, or night song, a musical prompt I really enjoyed.

Twisted Poetry

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Poetry is a beautiful thing. I read it. I write it. I hear it. I recite it. But when rhythm and rhyme are used in a negative message, poetry chills me to the bone. As a child I could not hear Rock-a-Bye Baby without cringing. And when I had a child, I didn’t sing or read him nursery rhymes. Three Blind Mice; Wee Willie Winkie; Diddle, Diddle Dumpling, even Humpty Dumpty–all were off limits. He heard them from others, on television, and in books, but not from me. It was, and is, too frightening. And the more repetition I hear, the more trapped I feel. I feel physically and emotionally restrained, helpless, and horrified. All I can do is hold on until it passes, until the poetry stops, then deal with the cold sweat that sometimes results. It is one of my favorite things, poetry, working against me in a cruel twist of rhyming, rhythmic fate.

Nature’s poetry
twisted and mangled in death
is this beauty too?

—
For NaPoWriMo day 17, a Haibun for Toni’s “fear” prompt at
dVerse.

Easter Day

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Shouting, touting all the way,
“Christ is risen! Bless this day!”

Whirling, swirling everywhere,
Awe-inspiring breaking day.

All have come and few have seen
Glory on this joyous day.

But suddenly the crowd believes,
Claiming for their own this day.

Stranger things were never seen
By those who follow every day.

Many who would not believe
Brim with faith and hope this day.

“Christ is risen!” ringing out
On this longed-for wondrous day.

Whether now or then or when,
May we bless this Easter day!

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This is a ghazal, a strangely haunting Arabic/Persian/English form. Today is NaPoWriMo day 16, and this was day 13’s prompt at napowrimo.net. Read more about the ghazal
here.

Easter Bunny

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A fast and furious egg-toting fiend,
Giving kids chocolate and going unseen.
Do you really think we believe this stuff?
It’s only the marketing holding you up!

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For day 15 of NaPoWriMo, I used yesterday’s prompt at napowrimo.net: Write a Clerihew. It’s a satirical poem about a famous person… or character. You can read 2 more
Here.

Lenten Mischief

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For Lent we’re giving up the giving up
And sacrificing sacrifices due.
We’re pouring out the pouring of the cup,
Uncorking every cork to try the fumes.

But drinking now is not a drinking binge;
It’s taking for the taking of a rest.
For those controlling self-control to win
Have not the need to have not all the best.

So give up all your giving up I say,
But keep your learning learned, as well you should.
When breaking free at breaking of the day,
You moderate in moderation good.

Lent helps us as a fast, we fast forget,
But from the wine and wining of regret!

—
A Sonnet for NaPoWriMo day 14, with no disrespect to all those–myself included–who made Lenten sacrifices!

When we choose next year’s Lenten activities, let’s remember to fast from things that truly harm us, things like gossip, self-criticism, complaining, defensiveness, and other negative mental, emotional, and spiritual behaviors, as well as physical things.

The Cost of Good Health

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My body is aching
My mind is lost…
But I’ll get them back
No matter the cost.

‘Cause this isn’t something
I do by myself.
It’s the Power of God
Restoring my health!

And when I’m not sleeping,
I know what to do,
Reach deep in my heart
For the Spirit that soothes.

I know that the gifts
Of body and mind
Belong to me only
A limited time.

And so may I use them
To brighten each day
And let in the Spirit
Who shows me the way.

My body is aching
My mind is lost…
And I get them back
‘Cause God pays the cost!

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It’s day 12 of NaPoWriMo. Apologies for missing yesterday. I lay down for 5 minutes at 8:00 p.m. And woke up at 1:00 a.m. for a short time. Clearly, I didn’t realize how much I needed sleep!

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