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This Being Human — Poetry inspired by dVerse

The challenge is to write a metaphor poem that starts with the words ‘This being human “ dVerse

This being human is to me.
Many are, all called few chosen.
With God’s saving grace, dream to find.

Be not presumptuous but hope.
That city with many mansions
Will there be, I hope, one for me?

This being human, yes, a chance.
That city above reaches high.
Brimming with love for you and I.

The only way, one way, He said!
Being human means lasting joy
He paid the price, and now it’s free.

#WQWWC, dVerse

My Letter to God

My post today is combining two inspirations from our popular Marsha Always Write and dVerse introduction with Verse Epistle (poetic letter;} my letter can be read near the bottom of this post, you can’t miss!

Quotes on family 

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” -Helen Keller

with your family in the beautiful land of life!” -Albert Einstein

There are evil people today who want to destroy the family. We must not allow their narrative to rule. You know who and what they are!

Families are gifts from God, a mother, father, and if God blessed you with little ones, take care of their souls and bodies. Perhaps it was God’s blessings and His will that a loving couple adopts.

Four adopted grandchildren are a vital force within my family. I love them, and they, in turn, give love. I often wonder what life would be without them for all of us.  

From the Bible, we read in Mark chapter 10, verse 6:  

“But from the beginning of the creation, God made them male and female. For this cause a man shall leave his father and mother; and shall cleave to his wife. And they two shall be in one flesh. Therefore now they are not two, but one flesh.” 

Below I am inspired by dVerse suggestion to write a poetic letter; my attempt at the Verse Epistle

Letter to God,  
Dear Master, did I ever thank you for my family?
Whatever would I do without this gift from you?
It is true they keep me quite busily.

My mother would often say when children are young, they step on your toes; when older, they step on your heart. Isn't that what we all do to you? Did I ever say sorry? Thank you for another day, an opportunity to say just that.  How sorry I am for having offended you.  

Of all the gifts you have blessed me, is my family defined as LOVE, the greatest gift of all.  Thank you, I can't say that enough; I am so grateful.

Continue pouring down your grace on this world, never give up on us, PLEASE!
With returning love,
Just me again!   

My letter above in poetic form below

Mom's words I remember well
Wise in what she wanted to tell
Family steps on toes and hearts

I, too, like a child, offended you
Isn't that what we all do?
Thank you for another day

Did I ever say sorry dear Lord?
Today together in needful accord.
Sorry always for offending you

This greatest gift of Love you gave
Even when I misbehave
My family, my treasure all from you

One more thing before I end
Continue; your grace we depend
Never give up, trusting you !
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Too, too Tired! A Haibun with Haiku

Just to create conditions that something did happen a long time ago. A memory to awaken according to dVerse at … click here for more information, CLICK!

Going back in time is something expected as one age. This memory always comes to mind when I do this exercise, and I have often recalled it.
I could barely walk; therefore, I must have been about 24 months.
Knowing I couldn’t have been more than three. I remember walking outside with my mother and her lady-friend. I remember sitting down on the sidewalk and sitting there, sitting there.
My mother refused to pick me up; she kept coaching me to get up. After a few moments went by, but it seemed to me at that time a very long time. She started to walk ahead with her lady friend, leaving me to sit there.
Now that I am grown, I imagine she said something like this, “okay, just sit there, but I am going home.” The picture in my memory is; it seems as if she is far, far away; I am frightened — she left me!
I would not get up to run to her since she seemed an eternity away.
I can still see how tiny both she and her lady-friend were because they were so far away in my mind’s eyes.
In reality, they were only about 50 feet from me, and I know this because my mother would have never left me!

Stubborn baby girl
Take my hand — up little one
Too tired, mama dear!

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Let’s Paint a Picture

This picture below I am about to paint using my watercolor palette of soft pastels PLUS WORDS.

Painting with words in the poetic form of the Double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES, NO MORE, NO LESS! Punctuation and rhyme schemes are optional and up to the poet.

Meet me at the SALOON!

Dreamy pastels await
Color palette grab
Listen, hear now the soft pinks calling, melting
Away like sweet butter
Frosting on a cake!

Turning shades of blue to
Creamy violet
Eyes close tight —Imagine a vision, picture
A fantasy, magic
A painting finished!

Winter delight so warm
Whites seem to vanish
Seemingly Sinks into the deep freeze below
That image born within
Heaven far away!

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

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

Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

Purpose of Life

Butterfly Cinquain

The Butterfly Cinquain is: ○ 9 line poem. ○ syllabic, 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2 syllables per line. Using synonyms for the words PAST and PRESENT.

Fashioned for Word Craft Prose and Poetry.

Sometime
Pioneering
Remembering ago
Days of happy memory
Submit
Here and now presently — knowing
Daybreak may never come.
Purpose in life
Fulfilled ¿