Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

Found Poetry, I found it!

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.

 

Photo Challenge

Only God can make a TREE – #TreeSquare

#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.

But First!

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. 

Even the trees in the background seem to be dancing!

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Did Someone say BLUE?

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.


BLUE

Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

Reaching for God

It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

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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!

dVerse

Repetition in Poetry — dVerse



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!

Inspired by dVerse

Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

My Life in EIGHT Syllables

A long time ago, in my youth
Never wanting to hear the truth
I might not have been so content
Birthdays came, and the birthdays went
Imagined days with pink champagne
Now a good day is without pain
The things I used to do with ease
Now I deal with that age disease
Funny, I don't really mind
Happy to be, and be resigned
Each day is now God's gift to me
Knowing soon He will set me free
He knows I made many mistakes
He taught — time to step on the brakes
Holy Faith, the greatest blessing
Helped to finish all that testing
A long time ago, in my youth
Never wanted to hear the truth

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Just Because

Is the new UP really DOWN

We live in an upside-down world today, or am I standing on my head?
Nothing seems normal when standing on your head; try it!
Upside down; is said to be ...
up = down while down = up, you see!
Everything that was once considered good is now wrong.
It is popular for adults to wonder if they are men or women and, so COOL, to change their sons or daughters to whatever they are NOT!  Heaven forbid you to use pronouns as she or he an offense that will soon end you in jail.
Everyone is labeled racist to the point the word itself has lost all meaning. 

Now for the mask, that latest IS
Last year, we were told to wear a mask to protect others. Yet, today, when the vaccinated now no longer a danger to others continue to wear them!  Hmmm ...  pointing their fingers (think of others they claimed).  Proving Others = SELF!


Upside down; is said to be
up = down while down = up, you see!
Round is square declared everywhere
Sad makes one laugh; the whole is only half
Hot is cold, as ice on fire
Success defined; one great liar!


 

This is what happens when the powers that be are allowed to remove God; He gives us what they want. Pray as you have never in your life prayed before.

Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

A Haibun of Perpetual Flowers with Haiku

A Halo!

A Favorite white rose, living now, a flower!
Combine that thought with mystery of today; hidden, a secret of the rosary!  The Coronation!
Imagine the Mother of God forever crowned as Queen; no! Not ...
 a crown made with yellow gold; we call precious metal.  Think —a sweet fragrance saturating the air with several white vivid roses all aglow and strung together in the form of a crown — a crown of perpetual flowers that will never die.  

Glory of a rose
Enduring everlasting
A Crown for our Queen
God’s Masterpiece
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My Parade of Poems — Vintage Baltimore Catechism

My parade of poems is based and inspired by The Baltimore Catechism. Catholics born before the Modern changes in the Vatican (approx. 1960) will remember learning their catechism from these text books.

One day not very long ago, (last week) I was thinking of the Haiku, a form of poetry that is popular here on WordPress and fun to write. Thinking of a theme, why not The Baltimore Catechism!

I thank dVerse along with other experts as Tanks Tuesday with Colleen for introducing several forms of poetry to me, now; in my advanced senior years. Not sure if she will approve an entire parade of Haiku’s or are they Senryu forms? Whatever! But as I said, inspired by the Baltimore Catechism … here is my parade.

Ta Da ♫
Haiku number 1
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Created by God
Purpose to Know, Love, and Serve
Eternity Waits

Haiku number 2
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Trinity One God
Creation — Angels their fall
Sin entered the world

Haiku number 3 
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Forbidden by God
Willfully crime against Him
Beg daily prayer 

Number 4  
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Help!  Saviour needed
Jesus born — dies to save us
Grace a gift from God

Number 5  
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Faith, Hope, Charity
Virtues Gifts ours to receive
Third Person awaits

Number 6
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Peace of soul to win
Treasures realized are yours
Mission accomplished

Number 7
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Be smart do your part
All you have to do is ask
Think Pascal's wager