poetry, Word Prompts

Poetry doesn’t always make Sense!

Let’s paint a picture with only these colors, if you can!

Sure you can, I dare you. Just open the paint cans of …

Paint Chip Poetry

I’ll tell you a story it will be about Neptune.

Believe me, please, I have been there and will return soon!

Watched all gingerroot rhizome shooting up from the ground.

The barrier! Protection thickly lacquered around.

Many dingos-like coyotes; sheep’s in wolf clothing

Multiplying like rabbits while moaning and roaming 

The dingos are coming as a green light blocked the sun.

The nightmare over and illumination appeared. 

I awoke rubbed my eyes, all coyotes disappeared.

Believe me, please, I have been there and will return soon!

Than I’ll tell a story it will be about Neptune.

Ah! Another Challenge, poetry

Something Different in Poetry

We thank Donna Matthews from Go Dog Go Cafe

Tonight’s poetry form is called Kwansaba Poetry. From Brewer, “The kwansaba is a poetic form invented by Eugene B. Redmond in 1995. It was inspired by the seven-day holiday of Kwanzaa, including its seven principles of unity, self-determination, collective work, cooperative economics, purpose, creativity, and faith.”

Here are the guidelines:

  • Poem of praise
  • Seven lines
  • Seven words per line
  • No word exceeds seven letters
  • Celebration of family and African-American culture

My humble attempt to the challenge can be read below:

Ever love for the human race wins!
A heart filled with wonder and love!
Catch that smile from me to you —
The same always from pole to pole.
Praise Our God united as we sing.
Songs of Wisdom knowing other ways bring
Sorrow with tears to wash our face.

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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!

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