poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt / RDP, Word Prompts

It’s About Time!

My first query about this challenge is “Clock-Face,” a watch, timekeeper, what else?

However, the word “Clock-Face” reminds me of “Time.” Interesting word time.  Past-Present-Future, to know which one we look at the face of a clock, calendar, or memory. 

“Into Thy Hands, O Lord, I place my past, present, and future.” A little prayer I have been thinking about which brings me much security and or freedom from anxiety.  

Since yesterday I turned 82 years old, my time is running out! The world to me looks pretty bleak these days; therefore, my clock-face looks beckoning! No, I am not at all trying for doom and gloom or a cynic; why not? Because my life has been one of fulfillment. 

Today… let us pray… The Great, Almighty, Powerful God please give peace to all nations and bring your enemies to naught.  

My SIJO poem

GROWING UP or Growing old, too many birthdays, I am told
If you live long enough you can't escape once a year it comes
Cake, ice cream, too many candles all aglow, we call it life

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#Clock-Face

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Lucky Dip, poetry

The Youth and Senior Citizens

Writing a poem in the Villanelle poetry form, at least for me, was a brain exercise.  Yet, I need  a brain workout today!   
Mindlovemiserymenagerie posted instructions on how to write a Villanelle.
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).   You can read a great example on their post by clicking here.

My humble attempt can be read below.
I was hoping to express how those of us who are considered to be SEPTUAGENARIAN OR OLDER really feel inside our souls.  


The youth will never engage   
That our souls will never get old
Upon arriving at old age

Inside — Seniors feel caged
The aged will uphold
The youth will never engage

We old citizens feel as if onstage
Not at all controlled
Upon arriving at old age

We imagine; deem not changed
We can dance and feel quite bold
The youth will never engage

Our thinking never disengaged
We are as if thirty-three years yet untold
Upon arriving at old age

The truth of the soul will never assuage
To one who hasn't reached what fate molds
The youth will never engage
Upon arriving at old age   

dVerse, poetry

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!
Go Dog Go Cafe, poetry

Where are you?

Haibun Wednesday at Go Dog Go Cafe.

One distinguishing characteristic of getting old might be for you, as it is for me; looking back in time!
One might compare the encounter as sitting down, relaxing, picking up where you left off while wandering through the pages of  "Been there, done that."  Also known as memories that belong only to me!
One such memory was during Christmas, as a small child after the gifts were opened, wrappings put away, sitting under the Christmas tree with my gifts piled on my lap, thinking I was the richest girl in the world.  I had a board game, a doll, and a few other trinkets.  Looking at the baby Jesus display next to me, thanking Him, I was so happy; I still remember how true happiness felt that Christmas day.

  
Time has past — Christmas
noteworthy but disappeared
My doll where are you?
poetry

Did Someone say BLUE?

Every time I hear the word BLUEhttps://traveltalk.me.uk/2021/07/04/life-in-colour-26/, I remember this childhood prayer I learned in school.

Lovely Lady dressed in blue ——-
Teach me how to pray!
God was just your little boy,
Tell me what to say!

Did you lift Him up, sometimes,
Gently on your knee?
Did you sing to Him the way
Mother does to me?

Did you hold His hand at night?
Did you ever try
Telling stories of the world?
O! And did He cry?

Do you really think He cares
If I tell Him things ——-
Little things that happen? And
Do the Angels WINGS

Make a noise? And can He hear
Me if I speak low?
Does He understand me now?
Tell me ——-for you know.

Lovely Lady dressed in blue ——-
Teach me how to pray!
God was just your little boy,
And you know the way.


BLUE

dVerse, poetry

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
***
Created by God
Purpose to Know, Love, and Serve
Eternity Waits

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

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

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

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

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

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

dVerse, poetry, Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

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

***************
Beyond the hidden
Explore the invisible
A world of absence


Inspired by
Eugi's Weekly, poetry, Supernatural Reality

The Video that inspired a Poem

Thank you Eugenia for the inspiration!

This jewel of a short video came across my feed today.

Why wouldn’t God create with His signature?
Taking those numbers ( if you watched the video,) I attempted to write a poem with a syllable count of 10 – 5 – 6 – 5,
using four lines.

The world and we shouldn’t be surprised to see
His signature blazed
He the Master Builder!
Why are you amazed?