dVerse, poetry, Politics

Halloween or Hallo-erred

Scary stuff now the day for scary!
Scared paralyzed, momentarily.
Suspended is dangling, not moving.
The Ghost Word could it be removing!
Scribble the dribble — rewrite the right!
Politics, lunatic are today—
Many wishing it was yesterday!
Remember, don’t be scared get prepared.
The ghost word today is Hallo-erred!

 

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dVerse, poetry, Politics

The Never-ending

Do you hear it?
That thunder a roar-like shout.
It is everywhere AS God IS!

Progressives claim it doesn’t stand, yet;
Their language shaky, uncertain —
Dash hopes as dying, dying, dead!

Living still, that thunder, roar-like cheer.
Alive and well, demanding to be heard —
Never-ending, endless TRUTH!

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dVerse, Ragtag Daily Prompt / RDP

What IS, It IS WHAT IS, Elusive!

 

Time as we know it is WHAT IS, like the truth, it IS!
We wake up, wonder what the day will bring.

Are the days set in stone?

Each day a wonder, each day means something
different or ELUSIVE! (the word of the day)
Examples, A Friday to the secular “Finally Friday.”
A religious person might feel yes, finally, but also see it as
“Fervent Friday,” the day Our Lord died.
A secular; Saturday = Self Saturday, a religious-minded would think
more in line with Saintly Saturday, and a little about self.
Then there are Sunny Sunday vs. Sacred Sunday.
Mournful Monday, Moral Monday, Tired Tuesday, Trinity Tuesday
Wake up Wednesday compared to Worthy Wednesday; the news of the day brings us to Tittle Tattle Thursday,
to the religious person would desire a Truthful Thursday.
Oh, how the weeks fly and indeed are ELUSIVE!

Ah! Another Challenge, dVerse

The Day the Trees Spoke!

Here at WordPress with dVerse we are challenged to write a prose with 144 words only using the phrase “These memories were left here with the trees” — the line from the poem “How to Write a Poem in a Time of War.” dVerse calls it prose from poetry.

+++++++++++ 144 words below ++++++++++++

As the story is told, there existed one man, one woman, Adam and Eve. Living in a lush garden, without cares everything perfect; even the fiercest animals were gentle and kind.
God gave them one commandment, not to touch or eat of the tree standing there. Delightful to look at but deadly!
Curiosity lost; with the touching of the tree, fruit eaten; the downfall of the human race.
Not the end! But the beginning!
God in His mercy did not curse the trees; instead wrought our salvation, offering another chance to humanity by the use of a tree.
Listen now to the crackling of the leaves underfoot as they searched for one specific an exceptional tree, fashioned to form the Cross to hold the Divine Body of God. The trees in the forest spoke, and “These memories were left here with the trees” FOREVER!

dVerse, poetry, Politics

Hypocrisy the lIBERAL; a Limerick poem

My Limerick for today … Political, yes;  Comical yes;  Truthful, I think so!

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Rules to remember besides being silly are, it’s five lines long
The first two lines rhyme with each other and with the fifth line
The third and fourth lines also rhyme
Limericks are also supposed to have a certain rhythm.

 

There once was a man who sought a position
He studied to do well at his audition
Do you believe in God? No, was his reply
You are just the type; helpful smart sort of guy
Thank God for that was his whispered petition