Category: poetry

dVerse, poetry

Moonshine … anyone?

Myrna Migala

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

opinion, poetry

The Three Days of Darkness … in a poetry challenge

Myrna Migala

Maybe it’s the world’s mode these days; can’t help to think of a Catholic popular prophecy in which the stage is being set right now! My opinion only, of course! Prophecy is “The Three Days of Darkness.”
Linda Kruschke has inspired this writing with the words this week contained in her Paint Chip challenge.

Presenting the Paint Chips, please join in with your creative writing.

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.

Photo Challenge, poetry, Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

God Willed it to BE

Myrna Migala

 Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). 

First the interesting image

Ekphrastic writing below

How vast this world is, —
A tiny sprout shoots up!
Why am I here? It calls out!
Meager and alone; yet
God willed it to BE!

Join us!

Ah! Another Challenge, poetry

You Know what they say about being eighty-one!

Myrna Migala
Paint Chip Poetry https://anotherfearlessyear.net/2020/09/11/paint-chip-poetry-prompt-37/

When I’m OLDER than eighty.
It may be grass will appear
greener, a verdant green — lush
As Garden of Paradise.

Time to relax would be nice!
Taste Wild Huckleberry wine,
Near soft glow of candlelight
I wait, waiting —still, I wait!

My skin will take on an aged
Antique Brass shade — no longer
A peachy tone, when eighty!
Sooner than later —eight one!

Years continue to fly by
As cumulonimbus clouds
Watching to show their tuff stuff.
Sooner than later or die!

Before that dreaded birthday
I’ll visit that Spice Market
If I wait another day
Sooner than later —eighty one

You know what they say about
Being eighty-one —
They say you’re as good as done!

poetry, Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

A Poem about a Poem

Myrna Migala
COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 194 #SYNONYMSONLY
Hint & Bold

Today and yesterday too! One of those days with little inspiration to write, but determined as I was; I wrote a Tanka poem about Tanka Poetry. The synonyms are in caps for the words “Hint & Bold.”

Tanka poetry
Syllabic number to count!
Receive your first CLUE —
Refined, VIVID as can be
Desired Tanka poetry!

poetry, Word Prompts

Just a Silly Story …

Myrna Migala

… about a child, dogs, a walk, dreams, and Haibun/Haiku poetry.

I PROMISE to make use of the Paint Chip Challenge. 

 

“Yes, mom, I PROMISE to take the dogs on a long walk today.”
And so we started; while walking through the rolling hills of our property with my two dogs, Rusty and Sparkle. We discovered this cave that wasn’t there yesterday; it had a metal door, reminded me of our refrigerator, looked like brushed aluminum; I naturally yelled aloud, “OPEN SESAME.”
Screech — clatter — CLANG! Oh! The sound of the metal scraping against the rocky ground. Peering into the brightly lit cave with walls covered in Lapis lazuli stones and that sweet smell of honey, I thought I died and went to Heaven.
Instead, I suddenly sat up in bed, smelling mom, making honey cakes in the kitchen.

What could be better
Colorful dreams — honey cakes
Gemstones and spooky!

poetry, Word Prompts

In Defense of Christianity

Myrna Migala

Again we are challenged with Paint Chips as pictured here

 

When it comes to The Faith, I want the whole enchilada because Jesus founded One Church, and one of those things is not like the other. A brick building with the word Church does not mean it is THEE Church. Christ’s teaching is not as a lipstick fluctuating with vast changes of shades and colors. As you learned back in the day, the marks of the Church are One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic. The Church is not like a Sand Dollar crawling on the bottom; instead, it is a coral reef, anchored, and anchored in Truth. Truth is our nectar in life; the sweet taste of Truth is quite peachy for lack of a better word and the only word left in this challenge of words, known as Paint Chips.

Seek to find This Truth
Quote “The Truth will set you free”
Words never to fail

poetry, Word Prompts

Once upon a time

Myrna Migala

The Challenge create a poem from paint chips!

Paint Chips for poetry

 

 

Once upon a time, time was unknown.
Father God created from His Throne!
God must love the purple-colored tones!

From the kingly royal purple robes
Jacaranda trees over the globe.
Science of ultraviolet probes

The deep purple of the blackberry
The song of the purple canary
Color purple quite legendary.

Once upon a time, obedience was known!

dVerse, poetry

dVerse Haiku Sequence a Poem!

Myrna Migala

dVerse inspired

Is That You, Lord!

Passing by the Church
Come! a voice seemed to whisper
Me myself with God!

Tiptoeing alone
Pausing at giant statues                                    Image1
Walking to and fro.

Faces fixed in place
I can almost hear them speak
staring long enough.

Candles flickering
Shadows dancing; is that You?
Marbled eyes peering!

poetry, Word Prompts

Sea Serpents and Mermaids

Myrna Migala

Paint Chip Poetry the rage; will you take the dare? Clickhere!

 

When I was little, I had a potpourri of Old Leather boots, past on to me by my big sister. As time went on, her euphoria was all about the color yellow! As in a Turmeric flower, bright yellow pennies, even the bright yellow of the Lazy Lizard.
How silly she is, me, I’ll stick with my dreams of Sea Serpents and Mermaids.

Hand me down treasure
Precious keepsake fun to take
Eyeing her new stuff