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So APROPOS and dVerse

I posted this some time ago on an OPEN LINK but it is so apropos even more so today, I dare post it again! If you think you saw it previously in the past, you did!

The time is now; that Grand Plan
Prep, don’t forget stock a drink
Juice, maybe freshly squeezed, — please!
Make sure your plan is at hand.

A rainstorm of fire will form
Wishing life — under the sea.
The dead, we will all envy.
God deliver us, our plea!

Attach to God or detached?
Winds roll us as tumbleweeds.
Where O’where rosary beads?
Never late, long as we breathe.

Tongue-tied fear viewing sunsets!
Green flashes for all to see.
When it’s over, sun to rise.
A world becomes very wise.

Now to know the Master’s sign.
Every knee bends at His name.
The world; a canvas so blank
We have God’s mercy to thank.

This is the link to the last time I posted it for dVerse as an Open Link
https://myforever.blog/2020/09/19/the-three-days-of-darkness-in-a-poetry-challenge/

Today’s Open Link can be found here Click here

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ONL a Blackout Poem

Below is an interesting a poem different as explained. Posted again for dVerse ONL

My original posting can be found here — https://myforever.blog/2021/08/03/found-poetry-i-found-it/

A blackout poem begins with an existing text, usually a newspaper. The writer blots out most of the page using a heavy black marker. The remaining words are not moved or rearranged. Fixed in place, they float in a sea of darkness. The contrast of black and white stirs thoughts of censorship and secrecy. What’s hiding behind the headlines of our daily paper? What does the highlighted text reveal about politics and world events?

Redacting words to create a new work goes back centuries. Still, the process became trendy when writer and artist Austin Kleon posted newspaper blackout poems online and then published his book and companion blog, Newspaper Blackout.

Evocative and dramatic, blackout poems retain the original typography and word placement. Some artists add graphic designs, while others let the stark words stand independently.

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Help Me, I’m Falling

dVerse, I haven’t visited dVerse for a while; strolling over to see what they are doing, I almost slipped on the ice. An action that yes, is complete in a minute. Falling on ice that is. Poetry in action! What am I talking about go and see, visit dVerse and join in?

Following their instructions, I came up with what they call “The Minute Poem.”

I wish I had a better last line, if you think of one put it into the comments below. Remember it has to rhyme with the word “Lamp.”

Slippery When Old

Oh no no, it's snowing! Amen
Cold wind again
Pray I don't fall
I'll have to crawl

Winter season is way too long
Your walking wrong
Stay off that ice
I'll say it twice

Dreaming now of a day in May
Ice go away
Or a sun lamp
Equal to camp


P.S. Don't worry about me, I always say a pray before I walk on ice and have my cleats on my boots.  Cleats won't help me if I fall from grace but the prayer will help!
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An invitation to write that memory you can’t forget, it’s Thanksgiving Season After All!!

My Memory in Haibun Poetry   OUCH!  Graitful it wasn't worse!

Thinking back, remembering Thanksgiving Day as a child, I was always excited to see my cousins. One particular Aunt and Uncle had ten children. However, sad to say only seven lived past infancy. The best day was when we all got together, all seven, plus my brother and me. We were very wild and would run, play, jump; one Thanksgiving Day, I accidentally tripped while working up an appetite for the great Feast that was about to begin. I was running with all the gusto within me.
I did not like what I bit into that Thanksgiving Day; it was my tongue. Next came the brightly colored blood everywhere. Next, I remember being taken into the bathroom with several “big” people trying to stop the blood and tears.
Ahh! Memories! I know now that events end but memories last forever; I am living proof at 81 years old, I still wear the scar.

Best bite ever, not!
Impossible to forget
Holidays are here

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dVerse Poetics — One True Sentence

Here at dVerse, Hemingway’s idea sparked the idea for today’s challenge.
While considering if I should or skip this challenge, the decision came quickly while watching a UTube video about a teaching from a particular Orthodox elder. Although I follow the Traditional Catholic teaching before Vatican II, I find the Orthodox elders often are very wise with their words.
Writing the poem quickly after being inspired by the Orthodox elder, choosing the True Sentence from Hemingway came second as per dVerse suggested quotes.

It is very hard to write this way
Beginning things backward...
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Where is my time?
I need more time
It can't be over!

I see something ahead
The next world is before me
Everything is behind me.

I am leaving taking  only
Conscience and my will.
That is all I take!

My freewill I leave behind,
It is fixed; fixed forever with 
That last breath. 

Beginning of eternity! 
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Repetition in Poetry — dVerse



Tell the story about the Village of Grace Land
Tell of a lady so graceful and lovely!

Okay, I will!

Do I tell, before taking her meals, she prayed grace.
I will tell you now how she walked with style and grace.
And did I tell you we started calling her Grace.
I should tell if anything she lacked — it wasn't grace.
I am telling you now even her tears fell with grace.
This beautiful girl we remember as Grace.
  

I don’t think I got this right; the use of repetition in poetry! Instructions were well over my skill grade. Yet, this morning I prayed for humility; with that said I think my prayer was answered. BIG TIME!

For complete directions, click here; I know you can do it!

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My Parade of Poems — Vintage Baltimore Catechism

My parade of poems is based and inspired by The Baltimore Catechism. Catholics born before the Modern changes in the Vatican (approx. 1960) will remember learning their catechism from these text books.

One day not very long ago, (last week) I was thinking of the Haiku, a form of poetry that is popular here on WordPress and fun to write. Thinking of a theme, why not The Baltimore Catechism!

I thank dVerse along with other experts as Tanks Tuesday with Colleen for introducing several forms of poetry to me, now; in my advanced senior years. Not sure if she will approve an entire parade of Haiku’s or are they Senryu forms? Whatever! But as I said, inspired by the Baltimore Catechism … here is my parade.

Ta Da ♫
Haiku number 1
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Created by God
Purpose to Know, Love, and Serve
Eternity Waits

Haiku number 2
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Trinity One God
Creation — Angels their fall
Sin entered the world

Haiku number 3 
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Forbidden by God
Willfully crime against Him
Beg daily prayer 

Number 4  
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Help!  Saviour needed
Jesus born — dies to save us
Grace a gift from God

Number 5  
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Faith, Hope, Charity
Virtues Gifts ours to receive
Third Person awaits

Number 6
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Peace of soul to win
Treasures realized are yours
Mission accomplished

Number 7
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Be smart do your part
All you have to do is ask
Think Pascal's wager

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Written for Tanka Tuesday, on Wednesday

Added this to dVerse Open Link April 15 + Hope you like it!

THE challenge is to use synonyms only for the words

SEARCH and LOST.  

I tried two forms with the same theme;  first, the butterfly cinquain
a nine-line syllabic form with the pattern two, four, six, eight, two, eight, six, four, two.
The second form is a traditional Haiku with the 
syllabic structure of 5-7-5

Seek find
In God we trust
It all depends on you
A vast world today is absent
wasted
look around beyond the hidden
See the invisible
Explore you must
Seek find

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Beyond the hidden
Explore the invisible
A world of absence


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This Being Human — Poetry inspired by dVerse

The challenge is to write a metaphor poem that starts with the words ‘This being human “ dVerse

This being human is to me.
Many are, all called few chosen.
With God’s saving grace, dream to find.

Be not presumptuous but hope.
That city with many mansions
Will there be, I hope, one for me?

This being human, yes, a chance.
That city above reaches high.
Brimming with love for you and I.

The only way, one way, He said!
Being human means lasting joy
He paid the price, and now it’s free.