dVerse, poetry

What is a Triolet — Don’t Ask Me!

 

dVerse is asking for a Triolet with a rule of the meter is iambic tetrameter, that is, each line has four accented syllables with each accented syllable preceded by an unaccented syllable… (gulp! Hmmm!)

My attempt:

Very strange thing the world today
To rid itself of God
Why? — People just want to play
Indeed the world I see today
Will soon discover as they stray
Firing God not easy
A diverse world I see today
No wonder we feel queasy

OR

Very strange thing the world today

To rid itself of God

Why? — People just want to play

Indeed the world I see today

Will soon discover as they stray

Firing God! Oh how odd

A diverse world I see today

To rid itself of God

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This Quote to that Quote!

INSPIRATION FROM THE Sunday Writing Prompt — 

Accepting their challenge from this quote from Atticus;  –> “We just want the world to love the little monster that we are.”  Atticus a pseudonym for an anonymous poet, writer, and artist.

The prompt reminds me of another quote from the Bible:  The above quote from Attius to this quote below is my post today, Sunday, December 22, 2019.

Adulterers, know you not that the friendship of this world is the enemy of God?  Whosoever, therefore, will be a friend of this world, becometh an enemy of God.

James 4:4

 

Share your World

Look what happened to SCROOGE!

SYW and the question are:

What’s your remedy for the Holiday blues?

Your favorite beverage (if it differs) during the holiday season?  If it doesn’t differ, just answer the ‘what’s your favorite beverage” part. 

This one has been asked before, but what’s your take on pumpkin spice?

Is there is a person or god connected with your holiday? 

  • Who are they and do you believe in them?
  • If you do not believe in these people or gods, does the celebration/honoring of that being, bother you in any way (e.g., ignored, dismissed, angry, etc.)?

Holiday blues, what is that?

My favorite beverage is, if thirsty I like water if eating pasta I enjoy a glass of Arbor Mist, Zinfandel!

Pumpkin Spice, sure, why not?

God?  My take on that  –>  The past few evenings, I have been tuning in to a few classic Christmas movies; hymns and notice the joy just the word “Christmas” brings. The word means Christ’s Mass on Christmas Day. Such a compelling Holy/Holiday, the unbelievers will never get rid of the word Christmas. Not sure why “unbelievers” are called unbelievers since they, too, believe; they decorate, celebrate as we all do in their way. At least the ones I know, even the stores, streets, homes, everything.

Look what happened to SCROOGE!

Notice that there is currently a move to change the wording of the Christmas parade to Winder parade, it might work for a short time, but the Christmas parade will return just like when they tried to change Christmas trees to Holiday trees, most stores again refer to them as Christmas trees.  It is what it is, CHRISTMAS!

It doesn’t sound correct to even say, Merry Winter everyone!  ♫

 

dVerse, poetry, Politics

Hypocrisy the lIBERAL; a Limerick poem

My Limerick for today … Political, yes;  Comical yes;  Truthful, I think so!

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Rules to remember besides being silly are, it’s five lines long
The first two lines rhyme with each other and with the fifth line
The third and fourth lines also rhyme
Limericks are also supposed to have a certain rhythm.

 

There once was a man who sought a position
He studied to do well at his audition
Do you believe in God? No, was his reply
You are just the type; helpful smart sort of guy
Thank God for that was his whispered petition

Word Prompts

I hear His voice, “NEXT TIME!”

WORD PROMPT — Rainy Days

Read all about them from my point of view!

I love rainy days, although I wouldn’t want to see them too often. A good rainfall every ten days or so would be a welcomed treat. I imagine each raindrop as God’s grace/blessings falling from above to earth. Water purifying the air, watering the flowers and all His creatures. During a heavy rainfall we including birds, butterflies, bees and all, seem to hide for a while, and then when it stops raining we dance out from wherever, singing, buzzing all around, looking for the rainbow. Happiness is there once more, take the time to listen and see; rain bringing joy, even to those who didn’t revel in its beauty; they too are delighted when it ends.

Rain means aid is on the way; what help to me; I don’t have to water that day nor the next. Don’t have to drag those heavy hoses around, changing positions; it means more time to do other things.

Whenever it thunders, I feel so grateful to have a roof over my head; not everyone enjoys that protection, I realize that!

I usually find myself thanking God for every drop He sends me, although at times He teases me with a little shower instead, not even enough to wrought a puddle. “More, more,” I ask, with no avail. I hear His voice, “NEXT TIME!”

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#FOWC, poetry, Word Prompts

Just don’t SPILL IT… hard to clean up!

When I saw the Word of Day from FOWC; if you could have read my mind, it was so telling, “no not today.” What can I say about oil?   However, my guardian angel put an idea about OIL, I couldn’t resist.  There are many things to say about oil such as…

Has anyone ever noticed how “oil” is much like Truth, it always comes to the top?

God is good, He gives us little reminders of what is right, the opposite of RIGHT are words from the dictionary; Antonyms:
wrong, wrongfulness, left, two-handed, left-hand(a), leftmost, unsatisfactory, base, near(a), centrist, left-of-center, vicious, incorrect, immoral, larboard, parallel, center, erroneous, leftish, left-handed, liberal, nigh(a), condemnable, improper, inaccurate, deplorable, criminal, misguided, inopportune, far left, fallacious, mistaken, false, inside, reprehensible, wrongheaded, inappropriate, leftist, left-wing, oblique, middle-of-the-road, ambidextrous, port, incorrectly, wrongly

Not only does oil always come to the top as does truth; oil is often used for religious ceremonies of anointing the dying or sick, a Sacrament.
Oil is grand lubrication for everything, cooking with olive oil or coconut oil — a few examples. Oil, when you think of all its attributes, is no doubt one of God’s great gifts to humanity. Here below is a poem ~ John Newton.

When descending from the sky
The Bridegroom shall appear;
And the solemn midnight cry,
Shall call professors near:
How the sound our hearts will damp!
How will shame o’erspread each face!
If we only have a lamp,
Without the oil of grace.

Foolish virgins then will wake
And seek for a supply;
But in vain the pains they take
To borrow or to buy:
Then with those they now despise,
Earnestly they’ll wish to share;
But the best, among the wise,
Will have no oil to spare.

Wise are they, and truly blessed,
Who then shall ready be
But despair will seize the rest,
And dreadful misery:
Once, they’ll cry, we scorned to doubt,
Though in lies our trust we put;
Now our lamp of hope is out,
The door of mercy shut.

If they then presume to plead,
Lord open to us now;
We on earth have heard and prayed,
And with thy saints did bow:
He will answer from his throne,
Though you with my people mixed,
Yet to me you ne’er were known,
Depart, your doom is fixed.

O that none who worship here
May hear that word, Depart!
Lord impress a godly fear
On each professor’s heart:
Help us, Lord, to search the camp,
Let us not ourselves beguile;
Trusting to a dying lamp
Without a stock of oil.

dVerse, poetry

Villanelle Poetry —A View of Today’s World

A Villanelle, poetry form encouraged through dVerse.

 

God’s world in ruin, yet the sky still blue.
The current status well thought out;
Storm and counterfeit, that’s what we’ll do.

He watches from above, the perfect view
Man’s hellish plan; He laughs as they scheme.
God’s world in ruin, yet the sky still blue.

First, hush and block those who speak true
Kill their God, mute the good.
Storm and counterfeit, that’s what we’ll do.

God’s world in ruin, yet the sky still blue.
Black is now white, while white is black.
God smiles as His faithful carry through.

Work harder, conceal, quiet the few
Their voice must be stilled at any cost.
Storm and counterfeit, that’s what we’ll do.

We can’t stop now, but God who knew
Their game was finished before it began.
Sinking wrangling words — despair and spew
Storm and counterfeit, that’s what we’ll do.