dVerse, Photo For the Week, poetry

Back to Kindergarten; a MEMORY!

dVerse is asking bloggers to walk around our house and look at all the things hanging there: on walls, in closets, on your refrigerator door, etc. Pick something that “speaks to you” and use that as the basis for today’s poem. Do take a photo of it if you can, and post the photo too. Perhaps your poem will describe the object, or share a memory about the object, or let us know why the object is important to you; or why it’s hanging there. Any form of a poem is fine; serious or fun or reflective. The key is, we want to hang out with you today and learn about something hanging where you live!

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Every time I hear the word “Hanging”, it brings back a memory of me, standing there in kindergarten with the other children and reciting this poem. It had great meaning for me, then as a small child, but today the meaning is even greater. For certainly I have been a very naughty child of God in the past 78 years of my life. Although this is not my poem, composed by me, the author, I believe, is anonymous.

Jesus hanging on the cross,
Tell me was it I?
There are great big teardrops, Lord,
Did I make you cry?
I have been a naughty child
Naughty as can be.
Now I am so sorry Lord;
Please come down to pardon me!

Image of my home walls as seen below:

walls

dVerse, poetry

We Met on Christmas Day—1957

My Christmas Gift from God!

Married … 1961

Now he is gone, his name was Dennis!

A MEMORY afraid to forget

Some die soft and others die-hard.
You left me with a heart scarred.
His Will was to call you home
His Will left me all alone.
Your words to me were bravely spoken
Today I understand the words foretoken.
“It’s Gods Will,” you said over and over.
“Please lend me a prayer,” and moreover;
“What did our priest just say to me?”
Words I just couldn’t foresee.
“Our children will now care for you,”
He knew they would follow through.
Now that it’s been six long years
What I do best are shedding tears.

dVerse

dVerse, Word Prompts

Eyes to See, can you see this

What could be more ordinary than waking up and opening our eyes? 

Eyes; complicated are its workings.

Could it be magic?

To simplify the magic; light enters; the light bends directly to the retina and triggers it by a message to our brain through the optic nerve. The signals enter the brain via the thalamus, which separates the incoming information into two parts, one containing color and detail, and the other movement and contrast. The messages then move to the back of the brain, and into the visual cortex. The cortex is laid out so that it mirrors the end of the retina, allowing a detailed image to be reconstructed.

This type of magic must be the supernatural kind, and some still say there is no God.

 

Inspired by dVerse

dVerse, poetry

“The Secret Ingredient” IS …

Found at dVerse

 

Wet
Slobber
Slippery
Energy too
Wonder what it is?
Affectionate trusting
A girl or a little boy
You’re getting warmer with your thought
One more key and the answer is yes
A puppy of course, what else could it be!

 

The SPECIAL INGREDIENT IS OF COURSE

LOVE  the best topic no matter who, what and where.

dVerse, poetry, Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

BEWARE of the Globalist in poetry

My post here is an acceptance of Colleen Chesebro Challenge Tanka Poetry; her challenge is to use the synonyms for the words “Cold and Safe” look for the synonym underlined.
To join our fun, please click here and jump right in.

An Etheree Poem, my first composed.

Waiting to see who wins, the LEFT or the RIGHT.

 

Why
Are there
What we call
The Globalist?
Distant without sound
Logic — Frozen freedom
Where there was the trustworthy
Now a future lukewarm to truth
Producing emotionless robots
Dead to all contemplative ideals!