poetry, dVerse, Politics

TRUTH the Newest Hate Crime

I thought I would try and put my creative juices to work with the help of dVerse.  The theme there today is “Impermanence.”

 

I heard a sermon the other day
Nothing forever — everything fads away
Uncertainty, hate, they feed today!
The media wittingly know of hatred’s prey
Uncertainty is certainly within our life
Therefore better to avoid any strife
I heard a sermon the other day

dVerse, poetry

Blinded in order to See

I enjoy thinking of the mysterious ways that God works.  The older I become the more likely I ponder.  This was a poem composed last year, I re-post here for dVerse Open-Link-Night.  To join in click here to follow instructions.

Blinded by God in order to see

Boats that seem to melt or sink
disappear beyond the vast
horizon. Onward they sail.
—Yonder to and fro they go!
To the eyes it ceases; Gone!
Yet, where? We must confess them
They are there, somewhere we know!
Is truly Faith surpassing!

The eclipse —horizon as
hidden mysteriously!
Looking back through time we go!

Remember Dear Saint Paul was
Blinded by God in order
To see. Mystical is God
Indeed our Faith surpassing!

dVerse

dVerse, poetry

Or IS IT? Predetermined!

A little bit of poetry inspired by dVerse 

Each day upon awaking, a mystery
Surprised to see the world survive?
We sit and sip our coffee or tea
Wondering what the day will decide

Our journey begins, our gift of time
Seal that plan; the day still young
Will it end happily and benign
Or just another night unstrung?

We are taught the choice is ours
Or is it?

dVerse

Stop the World

 

I want to get off!

What a life we live; how convenient! Today you and I or anyone, how lucky can we be today to be alive in these silly times. So featherbrained, it is comical and sad at the same time. 

Is it any wonder our children don’t know if they are boys or girls nor do their parents.  

Our need for amusement no longer means getting dressed, finding a ride that takes us to the neighborhood circus that arrived to entertain us.

Our need to laugh is at our fingertips, so colorful we can taste it.

Just grab your favorite chair, get comfy in your P.J.s turn on your means of media, and get your popcorn, sit down, being careful not to wet your pants through laughter. 

This entire impeachment bazaar is like closing your eyes, and ears and imagine A cow is screaming across the arroyo.

dVerse

dVerse, poetry, Politics

Halloween or Hallo-erred

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