WHO ARE YOU TO SAY! I wonder — can we agree? Can we all just get along? The world happier would be! Maybe I might/could be wrong! Must I always do as you? Possibly I might be right! I trust my thoughts also true — And I believe white is white! If you so dislike my voice Simply turn and dance away! Agree that all have a choice. Then our world will be okay!
For this week’s Lucky Dip, says she reached into her mystery bag and pulled out a Didactic Poem – What! You say what is that? Didactic Poetry is a form of poetry intended for instruction such as for knowledge or to teach.
My attempt is seen below; I wrote it with five-syllable ease-to-flow lines. Titled; FAITH
Do you know — I do! How does God answer? How do I know this His Church tells me so! Through His suffering Merits fill the brim Treasury the Church His Church —always true. Almighty Supreme Great God could have winked! To save us all —Yet! Would you have cared? — No! His torture —The Price. His wealth — eternal. Waits for you to draw From His treasury! A Divine merit Never-ending, FREE! His merits circling Over and beyond! His worth forever. Whirls the world; passion Infinite! Complete Please ask to receive.
W3 is a weekly poem prompt the details
found HERE! Thank you SkepticsKaddish
The Sun and Moon both created Not without a thought; from whom? As the believer sees; One God high, Yet, He shines throughout. The Moon lurks in darkness; as does The doubter. The Moon glows beguiling Inviting all. While God waits? God marks time, our time! Morning the Sun rises. The Moon sleeps! Another day, God waits! A ray; His ray to shine on us!
Eugenia …. suggests a Monoku a type of poem which is made up of a single horizontal line. Traditionally considered as a haiku writing, it is currently accepted as a variant of the haiku form of poetry. Monoku emerged as an independent style of poetry in the 1970s.
Unlike the Haiku which is made up of three outlines with a total of seventeen syllables, Monoku features a single line consisting of seventeen syllables or even fewer.
It contains a pause brought about by speech rhythm with slight or no punctuation. The first letter should not be capitalized – but instead written in lower case.
I’ll try the above form written for WDYS click here to join
Prompt image below
First, lock us up with a new plague! Grounding! The price of gas is what? They say! Grounded again! Close the churches; they just might pray Locked! The world looks suddenly so vague! Started with forbidding to pray. Almighty Powerful God; out! Ground them who refuse to obey Everything must now be our way. These radicals all-day long tout Our way or no way we convey! Yet, the wind does blow today. Remember the end, the story. Forget not our flag, Old Glory. God brings His enemies to naught. His perfect timing, we are taught.
Just a little simple poem with no particular form composed quickly while looking at the photo challenge below. A Free Versed Poem.
Try this prompt, its fun click here to participate HERE
Years ago I did a series of drawings/paintings of bees, which I put into a story for my grandchildren; which was inspired by these bumblebees living in my garden at that time.
Today the prompt is for the LETTER ‘B’. Please be kind to my creation I humbly show off along with the suggested rules from the prompt; Place, Emotion, Adjective, Verb, and animal/insect as seen below the above image.
Backyard beauties birds and Bees buzzing cheerfully All brave and busy All-day long doing what they are Created to do Praising God and mankind too!
What can be more lovely than a bumblebee, I submit my image for WhatSoEver is Lovely
Look out there and see You are not alone Off in the distance, see the light It's there! Just reach out! Grasp! Don't give up; stretch, reach across! Deception keeps you apart — Ignore that torrent! A chimera an illusion Delay NOT! It's later than you think!
Two in One PromptS today the words are number ONE (1) MAVEN
and (2) OVERTHINKERS
Just a simple poem with seven syllables in each line and a little rhyme.
Commonsense not aplenty
At times my mind is empty!
Now again, I need a pro.
A Maven Someone that shows—
An overthinker, you know
With brains with tiny blinkers.
Speaking way over my head;
Do I follow what was said?
You tell them they are funny,
They think we are the dummy!
Their kind are easily smart
When puzzled, they press restart.
Below is an interesting a poem different as explained. Posted again for dVerse ONL
My original posting can be found here — https://myforever.blog/2021/08/03/found-poetry-i-found-it/
A blackout poem begins with an existing text, usually a newspaper. The writer blots out most of the page using a heavy black marker. The remaining words are not moved or rearranged. Fixed in place, they float in a sea of darkness. The contrast of black and white stirs thoughts of censorship and secrecy. What’s hiding behind the headlines of our daily paper? What does the highlighted text reveal about politics and world events?
Redacting words to create a new work goes back centuries. Still, the process became trendy when writer and artist Austin Kleon posted newspaper blackout poems online and then published his book and companion blog, Newspaper Blackout.
Evocative and dramatic, blackout poems retain the original typography and word placement. Some artists add graphic designs, while others let the stark words stand independently.
My inspiration from the image presented below by one of my favorite bloggers at #Keepitalive
Look and see the wonders of Thee!
Your creations, a celestial star we call the Sun
Our gift — to give us what we need!
Your feathered friends graced with wings.
Sing and dance, surrounded by a painted sky
Oh, and so high! A child sees!
A child as to us created in your image —
To live forever with Thee!
A Fantango Flashback looking back a year ago, I found this poem below!
My screenshot of a year ago!
Also see other poems at dVerse Open Link
Today my challenge was to try something DIFFERENT. Again thinking about the Tanka Tuesday Challenge, Colleen suggested we use a form from Poets Collective, the link can be found on Colleen invitation page to participate here —> TankaT uesday
There on Poets Collective I took this challenge of writing in the form of Alphabet Haiku a Modern haiku form created by Beatrice Evans, aka Ronnica at AllpoetryIt requires only strict 5 7 5 syllable construction with all words beginning with the same letter.
The words to use synonyms only are Sanctuary and Follow.
Sense security Seek shelter start speedily Select search — support
This week because it’s the beginning of a new month!
Colleen Chesebro says, “This challenge is NOW a true poet’s choice! Use any poetry form that you’d like including free-style or prose poetry. If your form is something new, teach us how to write it. Have fun!“
She suggested several forms, take a look here, CLICK!
I wanted to try as she suggested FOUND POETRY with there being several different methods, I choose the BLACK OUT! Using the Lord’s Prayer also know as The Our Father.
A blackout poem begins with an existing text, usually a newspaper. Using a heavy black marker, the writer blots out most of the page. The remaining words are not moved or rearranged. Fixed in place, they float in a sea of darkness. The contrast of black and white stirs thoughts of censorship and secrecy. What’s hiding behind the headlines of our daily paper? What does the highlighted text reveal about politics and world events?
The idea of redacting words to create a new work goes back centuries, but the process became trendy when writer and artist Austin Kleon posted newspaper blackout poems online and then published his book and companion blog, Newspaper Blackout.
Evocative and dramatic, blackout poems retain the original typography and word placement. Some artists add graphic designs, while others let the stark words stand on their own.
#treesquare challenge is still running till the end of the month. I remembered this photo I took and enhanced a few years back, thought I would share it here on my blog.
Joyce Kilmer’s poem “Only God can make a tree.”
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
If anyone seeing this ever is in Spokane, please don’t miss a trip to visit Mount St. Michael, a historic and beautiful treat for all.
For a hundred years, Mount St. Michael has stood on a bluff overlooking the city. One day while walking around the park-like area, I noticed this ancient tree that seemed to be showing off a graceful twist. I could not help but capture its image forever with my camera; with the help of my photo editor, I added a bit of glamour with color and a graceful dancer to couple with the oversized tree growing there.
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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.
It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt
First the Photo Prompt seen below:
I see a hand reach Cut off, but living Stretch out to cosmos Dull, muddled in sin! The hand enfolds with Hope, a sign Divine Where art thou One God? Rainbow of promise! Could this be our end? Or the beginning I see a hand grasp Cut off, but reaching!
My post is a simple verse with the syllabic count of 5 per line, speak from my heart!
Tell the story about the Village of Grace Land Tell of a lady so graceful and lovely! Okay, I will! Do I tell, before taking her meals, she prayed grace. I will tell you now how she walked with style and grace. And did I tell you we started calling her Grace. I should tell if anything she lacked — it wasn't grace. I am telling you now even her tears fell with grace. This beautiful girl we remember as Grace.
I don’t think I got this right; the use of repetition in poetry! Instructions were well over my skill grade. Yet, this morning I prayed for humility; with that said I think my prayer was answered. BIG TIME!
For complete directions, click here; I know you can do it!
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