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

dVerse, poetry

“Where art thou” dVerse Poetry Forms

dVerse means poetry forms and this is my first attempt at what they are calling Dizain poetry.  Try it!  I did and it was a challenge to be sure.

Rules can be found here

 

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This day leaves seemed contrived where art thou breeze?

Anchored tight clouds cling the sky blue setting 

Swiftly in a flicker of time, a wheeze

What! A storm approaching — quite upsetting

Another grim moment unforgetting

But, wait we see the brightness of the sun

Our God is teasing us, having some fun

Making sure we know that He is still there

Believe it or not, He won’t be outdone

World again still where art thou breeze — nowhere!

dVerse, poetry

The Day the Sun Danced inspired by dVerse

A Quadrille — In the Haibun, Haiku style — just 44 words

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The Day the Sun Danced

A story to tell; so true!
Witnessed by 70,000 just like you.
Easy to believe in a big bang theory,
extraterrestrial, or silly green deal.
Imagine, the sun so high
Did actually fly!

God ordered the sun
The year 1917
To dance! Fatima

 

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Verify story here: https://www.livescience.com/29290-fatima-miracle.html

dVerse, poetry

Catholic Poetry Ghazal Form

Created for dVerse

 

Was swaddled laid in a creche — A manger to hold His flesh
First Christmas — Body of Christ incarnate

Thereby where animals ate — The future ours to await
Heralding the Catholic Mass — Body of Christ incarnate

A trough for the world to see — By and by would be a tree
The passion of Christ — Body of Christ incarnate

Eat My Flesh; His Voice did say — A priest during Mass now pray
Manifested reality — Body of Christ Incarnate

He gives His Body, Blood, all — His Will for us, hear His call
His offering of food, for the soul — Body of Christ incarnate

 

FullMoon

#FOWC, poetry, Word Prompts

Just don’t SPILL IT… hard to clean up!

When I saw the Word of Day from FOWC; if you could have read my mind, it was so telling, “no not today.” What can I say about oil?   However, my guardian angel put an idea about OIL, I couldn’t resist.  There are many things to say about oil such as…

Has anyone ever noticed how “oil” is much like Truth, it always comes to the top?

God is good, He gives us little reminders of what is right, the opposite of RIGHT are words from the dictionary; Antonyms:
wrong, wrongfulness, left, two-handed, left-hand(a), leftmost, unsatisfactory, base, near(a), centrist, left-of-center, vicious, incorrect, immoral, larboard, parallel, center, erroneous, leftish, left-handed, liberal, nigh(a), condemnable, improper, inaccurate, deplorable, criminal, misguided, inopportune, far left, fallacious, mistaken, false, inside, reprehensible, wrongheaded, inappropriate, leftist, left-wing, oblique, middle-of-the-road, ambidextrous, port, incorrectly, wrongly

Not only does oil always come to the top as does truth; oil is often used for religious ceremonies of anointing the dying or sick, a Sacrament.
Oil is grand lubrication for everything, cooking with olive oil or coconut oil — a few examples. Oil, when you think of all its attributes, is no doubt one of God’s great gifts to humanity. Here below is a poem ~ John Newton.

When descending from the sky
The Bridegroom shall appear;
And the solemn midnight cry,
Shall call professors near:
How the sound our hearts will damp!
How will shame o’erspread each face!
If we only have a lamp,
Without the oil of grace.

Foolish virgins then will wake
And seek for a supply;
But in vain the pains they take
To borrow or to buy:
Then with those they now despise,
Earnestly they’ll wish to share;
But the best, among the wise,
Will have no oil to spare.

Wise are they, and truly blessed,
Who then shall ready be
But despair will seize the rest,
And dreadful misery:
Once, they’ll cry, we scorned to doubt,
Though in lies our trust we put;
Now our lamp of hope is out,
The door of mercy shut.

If they then presume to plead,
Lord open to us now;
We on earth have heard and prayed,
And with thy saints did bow:
He will answer from his throne,
Though you with my people mixed,
Yet to me you ne’er were known,
Depart, your doom is fixed.

O that none who worship here
May hear that word, Depart!
Lord impress a godly fear
On each professor’s heart:
Help us, Lord, to search the camp,
Let us not ourselves beguile;
Trusting to a dying lamp
Without a stock of oil.