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Scary stuff now the day for scary!
Scared paralyzed, momentarily.
Suspended is dangling, not moving.
The Ghost Word could it be removing!
Scribble the dribble — rewrite the right!
Politics, lunatic are today—
Many wishing it was yesterday!
Remember, don’t be scared get prepared.
The ghost word today is Hallo-erred!
dVerse does it again, with just 44 words WRITE something;
FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER
I quiver every time I take to twitter
Some post this and some post that!
Fact or fiction? I do not know.
At times don’t know where to go;
Life used to be so simple! —
Enlightenment a riddle
Instead, I’ll float the river.
Do you hear it?
That thunder a roar-like shout.
It is everywhere AS God IS!
Progressives claim it doesn’t stand, yet;
Their language shaky, uncertain —
Dash hopes as dying, dying, dead!
Living still, that thunder, roar-like cheer.
Alive and well, demanding to be heard —
Never-ending, endless TRUTH!
Here at WordPress with dVerse we are challenged to write a prose with 144 words only using the phrase “These memories were left here with the trees” — the line from the poem “How to Write a Poem in a Time of War.” dVerse calls it prose from poetry.
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As the story is told, there existed one man, one woman, Adam and Eve. Living in a lush garden, without cares everything perfect; even the fiercest animals were gentle and kind.
God gave them one commandment, not to touch or eat of the tree standing there. Delightful to look at but deadly!
Curiosity lost; with the touching of the tree, fruit eaten; the downfall of the human race.
Not the end! But the beginning!
God in His mercy did not curse the trees; instead wrought our salvation, offering another chance to humanity by the use of a tree.
Listen now to the crackling of the leaves underfoot as they searched for one specific an exceptional tree, fashioned to form the Cross to hold the Divine Body of God. The trees in the forest spoke, and “These memories were left here with the trees” FOREVER!
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!
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 has come up with something different so what is it? Also, what is it, within my Prosery written here for dVerse and its host? More questions than answers, first the rules — 144 words or less, using a particular line which is “When far away an interrupted cry.” Use it in your story, here is my attempt below.
My Prosery
Oh dear, another sleepless night, looking at the clock, thinking, and it’s only 1:30 in the morning. Perhaps if a lie here a little longer I’ll fall asleep. Sigh! When far away, an interrupted cry, what was that? I wondered.
Sitting straight up, in bed, looking half numb out the opened window. To afraid to move an inch. Sounded like a bird or was it a banshee? Was it outside or inside. Did that sound come from my attic or basement?
I can’t stand another moment; I’ll sit here and say that prayer I use to say when I was a kid. “Angel of God, my guardian dear,
to whom God’s love commits me here,
ever this day be at my side,
to light and guard, to rule and guide.
Amen.” I feel sleepy now, good night whoever you are.
