dVerse, poetry

A Toxic Tomorrow

dVerse asks for a 44 word poem a Quadrille; using a form of the word “celebrate” have you notice how most of us celebrate things of the past, anniversary, birthday, holidays, why not the future? My prose or poem below you decide.

Yesterday was concerning. I wasn’t looking forward to tomorrow; because, then, tomorrow, my plans seemed toxic. I honestly can celebrate today and every day. Instead of celebrating the past, I celebrate the future. Today, that tomorrow is over and is now known as yesterday.

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

#query

#Clock-Face

#Sijo Poetry

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
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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

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

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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?

poetry, Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

Think WIN, WIN!

The Alouette form of poetry … (Rhyming on my brain) consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines or more. Syllabic: 5/5/7/5/5/7 — Rhyme Scheme:  “aabccb

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God’s gift of grace free
You won’t disagree!
His teachings Holy and Sound.
Angels there to guide
Always on our side
His Kingdom easily found!

Truth will set us free
Can one disagree?
Be not drunktipsy on sin
Nor a careless life
Choose peace avoid strife
In the end think win, win — win!

Why are some words above bolded? Those would be the synonyms for Loose & Tight as the prompt calls for this week. Click here to join

dVerse, poetry

Alouette Form Titled Our Time

dVerse is calling out its OLN day!  

Here is a poem I posted last October about the theme “Time.”

We all have it; what are we doing with it? The question.

I tried the Alouette form of Poetry.

Before I copy and paste my poem from a past post; I want to share something a wiser person mentioned to me just the other day. I never thought of this; perhaps you have. He said, God, Jesus, had to become a man like us, a man to suffer and die like us, in order to JUDGE our actions justly. I thought that was interesting, just wanted to share.

We live, yet we die
A gift of will; why?
The gift from whom? God our voice
He came — gave us time
Life — our turn to shine
Death He gives again our choice!
Helps us on our way
Expects us to pray
Asking for — claiming Wisdom
Angels there to guide
Always on our side
Calling all to His Kingdom

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dVerse, poetry

America the Eagle

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“And there were given to the woman two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the desert unto her place, where she is nourished for a time and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent.” (Apocalypse 12:14) This prophecy fits the Church, which brings forth Christ into the world. The age we are living in today is again as predicted in — II Thessalonians 2:3 as the great falling away. Since the mid 60’s the Catholic Church has been dumbed down. The Vatican at present has an Anti-Christ . Yet, the Church is flourishing in small pockets worldwide, but especially here in America, the Eagle!
America like Christ appears dead, will rise again!
To continue to nourish the Church while waiting His Second Coming.

After many years of seeking, praying and searching I finally found my way home in the Traditional Catholic Church, the difference is night and day.

U.S. the Eagle
Eagles strongest birds of prey
America tough

dVerse, poetry

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!

dVerse, poetry

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!  

144Words

poetry, Word Prompts

One Day is not like another

Paint Chip Poetry

Just in case you haven’t tried this challenge, join here!

Put on your thinking cap and create; using the paint chips above, it’s fun!

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A slow-moving black widow spider,
Seen in my coffee can — that day!
I will never forget;
I even spilled my lemonade.
Yet today is a new day,
A sunny-side-up day.
A gentle zephyr like wind seen
Moving clouds as they form
Starships in the sky!

Not your day, just wait!
Tomorrow’s future remade.
Life so exciting!

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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