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What the World Needs Now

dVerse a poem

The Rosary

Beads to hold between fingers.
Living, breathing, life’s weapon!
We pray first through the short links—
Represent — our life, short! Next
The endless circle — Eternity!
Suggesting infinity! Never-ending beads
Slip along the ring around a blessed
String. Perfumed as the scent of a rose
Rising to heaven! She offers us her
Baby Son! It all began with the angel’s
Words, “Hail Mary full of grace.”
God’s creation perfectly as His Mother
Must be! She gave us the rosary!

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dVerse IS BACK!

For dVerse where we are asked to write a Haibun about a new beginning a first!

Writing not one but four, and this will be my fifth post today, that is a first for me.

Another new beginning I recently experience was moving from my large three bedrooms, three-story home into my converted basement into what I call my cozy cave. (bottom story)

Why the move? Its been eight years since my beloved husband passed, and my six children have long left the nest. My life is in the state of the reverse; in other words, the children I cared for will now care for me.

Now that the packing and sorting out “stuff” is over, finding places for my keepsakes here in my cozy cave was challenging but fun.

I bet you wonder who is living upstairs? Two doggies, one cat, two lovely children (girls), and their mother, my daughter.

Alone, no! Not I
Noise yes!—Quietly! Snowfalls
Float toward the goal

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The Beginning of an End

Beginnings and endings, a prompt, and today during my quiet time, early in the morning, an inspiration. I came to realize all mysteries have a common denominator. I am speaking of praying the rosary. But first, my first attempt at a Golden Shovel form combined with Tanka form.

The poem selected author and title: The Rosary.

by Robert Cameron Rogers  —>  https://search.yahoo.com/search?fr=mcafee&type=E211US1079G91398&p=Robert+Cameron+Rogers  also, you can read his poem by scrolling down to the bottom of this post.

My Golden Shovel poem is composed also in Tanka form; the bolded words are from my selected poem (seen at bottom of this post) My Poem Titled “Beginning to End”

Bless this sacred string

Holy rosary of pearls

Held by links to count

The pictures of memories

Is but a prayer to learn

An exciting point of inspiration; while meditating on each group of mysteries, a common theme is hidden. Take the example of our prompt at dVerse is of beginnings and endings.  

Ponder the last five decades of fifteen Mysteries of the original rosary blessed Mother gave St Dominic. There we see the number three along with endings and beginnings

The Finding of the Child Jesus being lost three days also representing the ending of His childhood: beginning His adult life and purpose, “And He said to them: How is it that you sought me? did you not know that I must be about my Father’s business?” Luke 2:49

The Crucifixion of Jesus, His words, “It is finished” an ending!  It was the beginning of opening the gates of Heaven. On the third day, He will rise again.

Next, we meditate on The Coronation of Mary. Her entrance into Heaven ended her earthly life but began her reign as the Holy Trinity crowns her Queen.  Three, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

“And there are three who give testimony in Heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost. And these three are one.” 1 John 5:7

“And there are three that give testimony on earth: the spirit, and the water, and the blood: and these three are one.” 1 John 5:8

The Rosary — by Robert Cameron Rogers — published   https://tinyurl.com/ycplsl2b

The hours I spent with thee, dear heart,

Are as a string of pearls to me;

I count them over, every one apart,

My rosary

Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer

To still a heart in absence wrung;

I tell each bead unto the end — and there

A cross is hung.

Oh, memories that bless — and burn!

Oh, barren gain — and bitter loss!

I kiss each bead, and strive at last to learn

To kiss the cross,

Sweetheart,

To kiss the cross.

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And It’s FREE — try this challenge

dVerse has a challenge to write a Prosery. FIRST The rules: PROSERY IS a piece of short prose that includes a line from a poem. dVerse gives the line, and then we incorporate it into our prose piece. Prose can be either flash fiction, nonfiction, or creative nonfiction. YOU CAN NOT WRITE A POEM for this prompt. AND, your prose should be no longer than 144 words, sans title. The line to incorporate into the prosery is “Reading what I have just written, I now believe”  

My Creative Writing and Advice to all; it works for me.

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One day upon waking one beautiful morning with coffee in hand, I began to talk to God; sitting down to start my day, I imagined He was there too, enjoying His coffee.

I began asking Him to look at all the desires within my heart; whatever He sees there that displeases Him to “yank” it out and toss it far away.

I even imagined Him doing just that! 

I continued with a plea to Him; please replace it with a beautiful flower, a flower of grace that would grow larger and larger each day. Reading what I have just written, I now believe!  Since that day, I have made it a daily habit.

Why not when I believe it. While enjoying a helping hand in managing the garden deep within my soul with flowers, He planted there. Better than seeing a therapist, and it’s free!  

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dVerse, poetry, Politics

Instruction Booklet for the Machine

The haibun is the combination of two poems: a prose poem and haiku. The form was popularized by the 17th century Japanese poet Matsuo Basho. Both the prose poem and haiku typically communicate with each other, though poets employ different strategies for this communication—some doing so subtly, while others are more direct.

Cracking America! They Try!
The machine will try, try again!
Let’s see how far hmmm, a virus=control!
“Peaceful protests” with stand-down orders.
Censorship, free speech is out!
The election begins; it’s Trump vs. the Machine.
Tra-la ♫… make it obvious, the cheating.
Importantly don’t hide the fraud; just deny it!
Drag the counting on and on, oh! the suspense,
Yes, yes, the anxiety too! Our perfect candidate,
He has no clue. One more ingredient, VISIBILITY!
Let them see our occult, overt activity.
Announce a winner! For a short time!
Little by little, remove this Victory!
It’s happening as the machine has planned.
Citizens, our plan, their anger, they reach for weapons.
The war begins, the machine celebrates!
A Civil War, the Crack! They THINK!

The Haiku

Hate crimes never win
Spoke too soon; now a surprise
Truth always rises

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Moonshine … anyone?

dVerse says …

Let’s get a little luny

Mother Nature about to deliver — TODAY!
Labor pangs travail wind howling in pain!
Mother Earth speaks through the long nights.
Bringing forth recovered life, never aborted.
Life continues to shift, and leaves fall, rain dances.
Cold disturbs the heat, but look at the moon!
The moon so polished, large, and gleaming, we wonder!
From here to eternity, it shimmers, from my house to yours.

One more gift from God
That glow; it never burns out
Vigilant night eye!

Inspired by

Frank J. Tassone

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The Art of Eavesdropping

Quadrille #111 – What’s That Rustling in the Eaves? The word today from dVerse is EAVESDROPPING a post in only 44 words

Confess, or else!
Okay, hear this.
One day a forever ago
while straining my ears
trying ever so hard to
listen to my granddaughter’s
very dull conversation.
“Don’t you have anything
better to do?” I asked myself.
Not to mention I felt guilty too!

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As Night meets Day, the Battle!

At midnight, we begin a new day, although dark as night always is.
Time continues to tick-tock, minutes pass, we sleep. Tossing and turning, we await Twilight— the battle approaches, Twilight —  the time that gets in the way of darkness. At last! Sunrise to announce the winner, Dawn!
All this unknown — we sleep! We dream while angels watch!

Peep, peep, sing, sing a little bird, have woken our sleepy eyes, and night has met a new day. Our sleepytime over when it is over said and done it was a time, and there was never enough of it. A new day what will it bring? I wonder!

Happiness is that first cup of coffee!

Inspired by Eugi’s WeeklyPrompt
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