Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

A Shoutout to Spring—Today First Day

My post here is an acceptance of Colleen Chesebro Challenge Tanka Poetry; her challenge is to use the synonyms for the words “Spring and Sing” look for the synonym underlined.
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Little bits of life
Surge forward awaken from
That cold Winter sleep
Wipe the twinkle from your realm
All shoutout the beauty wrought

SpringForward

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Supernatural Reality

Saturday Mix of the Natural/Supernatural

The shadow of the moon danced on the lake.

Morphing of the shadow as the light of the moon penetrated through branches; the reaching arms gracefully unveiling its ballet to a full moon.
A moon suspended high beyond its genius of design, a living greeting card.

The priest that morning at the sacrifice of the Mass, held the host high above his head, again a change; the bread of earth-penetrating God’s enlightenment is unveiling bread from heaven.

Natural meeting
Of the Supernatural
Morphing night and day

FullMoon

 

The Prompt
dVerse, Supernatural Reality

Found Poetry of why Catholics Honor Mary

Learning something as I go along — i.e. what is “found poetry?”

Plus an added bonus in that dVerse wants poetry regarding Privileges.

Reading here on WordPress from other knowledgeable bloggers aroused my interest.  I did what any other person does these days, search google.

Wanting to try it, I decided to go for the Bible and see what poetry I could find.  After researching “found poetry” and the rules, there were none — changing, switching words, cutting, pasting adding or subtracting anything is permitted as part of the creativeness.

However

I was at a disadvantage searching the Bible because, well you know the Bible is the Word of God; therefore having to be careful not to change the context was a must.

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Taken from the Book of Luke; Chapter 1

Title of my “found” poem

The PRIVILEGE of Mary

(verse 26)    Angel Gabriel
(29)               His word
(30)               Hast found grace
(35)               Power of the Most High
(38)               The angel departed
(42)               Blessed art thou among women
(46)               Mary said
(48)               All generations shall call me BLESSED 

 

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With the exception of seeking into the Bible for God’s Words. 

Otherwise the art of FOUND POETRY, in my opinion, the art is in the montaging of words.

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Never Give Up

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My first attempt for dVerse at Rubaiyat which is a  form of poetry.

Titled: Time; Your Gift

Our sashaying through viability
Little thought of essence, humility
Yet, pride leads the way to an illusion
Self-fulfilling to disability.

Near the end, its all about confusion
Wrought from competence to our delusion.
We cry out with great regret — life, time, gone!
Truth = what IS! God always the solution!

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Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

Reasons for all Seasons

My post here is an acceptance of Colleen Chesebro Challenge Tanka Poetry; her challenge is to use the synonyms for the words “Meaning & Passion” look for the synonym underlined.

 

How boring life would be without those famous candy hearts on
Valentine’s Day, thank you, Saint Valentine, for your message of love.♥♥♥

Who doesn’t enjoy that green beer on St. Patricks Day,

HOWEVER

♫ It’s not easy being green ♫ ♫ ♪; ( tell that to AOC)

The warmth of Spring brings Easter, a new bonnet and basket full of colored eggs, bunnies; peeps too! The Lord has Risen proving He, Jesus Christ, IS God. Ah! Easter, God, is good.

Merry and joy, lights, decorations are here. Its Christmas, His Birthday and yet, we get all the presents. Just think if He never came to us, no reason as they say, for the season.

Any of the Seasons!

Powerful is God

We delight — remember all

Believers or not

poetry, Weekend Writing Prompt, Word Prompts

A Poem composed — Only 74 words

Weekend Writing Prompt #93 – Horizon

Seven syllables

per line

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 they
Are still 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, poetry

Poetry with a question

I intended to add this to Mr.Linky on dVerse, for today’s open link Night. However,  I hesitate to again mistaken rules of the poetry form, at the same time anxious to learn. This one here is my attempt at putting it into the formation of a Nonet, but to fit it, I had to change the wording just a little on Joyce Kilmer’s famous poems titled “Trees” lines in question are 11-12. My question would be, is it permitted to change a quote, just a little?

Nonet poetry: nine lines with the syllable count of
9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1

God’s design! His poets find God through
His handiwork; some with just sight
While others are gifted with
The vision as Kilmer
states, “Poems are made
by fools like me
only God
makes a
tree.”

 

Tree