Not the first,
But not the last either.
The middle.
In between
Living under a shadow,
And seeking freedom
From the spoils
Of babe’s title.
Existing,
Betwixt the
Accomplisments of the first,
And the last’s favors.
Double Shadorma
Category: 2017
The Betrayer
Judas Iscariot betrayed his friend
For thirty coins that he lost in the end
His life ended in a terrible disaster
Cus he chose money as his master
Cherihew
At Calvary
Soldiers on the way to Calvary
Just another day at Calvary
Roman law is in play at Calvary
Criminals will pay at Calvary
On crosses they will lay at Calvary
Crime they will slay at Calvary
Amongst the noisey fray at Calvary
Some kneel to pray at Calvary
For One sent to stay at Calvary
Is a King they say at Calvary
Son of God on display at Calvary
Father’s will to obey at Calvary
I honor Him today at Calvary
For He lives, Yay! at Calvary
Uniting in Freedoms
Alliteration’s
Proper stressed syllables
Join with Assonance
In Prosody to proclaim
Freedom from fear, Speech to each
Tanka
Click to read more about: “The Four Freedoms”
Pondering
Lazy day, on a river walk, slowly walking and pondering…
Why do some trees grow tall and straight,
Yet others are twisted, bent, and broken?
The soil is the same for all.
The rain shows no favorites.
The sun shines on both equally.
I ponder all this, yet the river, like time, keeps moving.
Perhaps it’s what is within,
That causes one to stand tall,
And one to bend and bow with the wind?
From where does each root seek its nourishment?
Does one go deep to find the key to growth?
While another looks upon the surface inhaling whatever passes its way?
Perhaps one works too hard and becomes old and weary,
It’s efforts leaving it empty and weak?
I ponder all this, yet, the river, like time, keeps moving.
I conclude that it’s a matter of choice.
All are given the breath of life and freedom to live.
It’s not mine to question each ones outcome,
But to ponder only on my own choices.
Yet, to offer true nourishment to those who come seeking,
And the fragrance of compassion to those in need.
I ponder all this, yet, the river, like time, keeps moving.
Bop Poem
Portrait of The Word
A Friend
Who never leaves
A Brother who sticks close
A Savior who died for me
Jesus
The Christ
The Way, Truth, Life
Redeemer of my soul
The Wisdom and Power of God
My All
Mirror Cinquain
Today’s #NaPoWriMo Prompt was to write a portrait poem about someone who was important to you. I wrote this about the One whom I love dearly.
It is a portrait of The Word based on:John 1:1, Matthew 11:19, Hebrews 2:11-12, Luke 2:11, Matthew 1:21, Matthew 22:42, John 14:6, Job 19:25, 1 Corinthians 1:24, Colossians 3:11
Angel’s Trumpet
Where will you be at the last trump’s sound?
Will you be above or below ground?
Tis a question To consider…
Whether hither or thither?
However we ponder,
Of how we’ll go yonder,
We can’t know,
Til we,
Go.
Nonet
#NaPoWriMo 2017 Challenge today was to write a nine-line poem. I chose a Nonet, which I also rhymed.
Image is an “Angel’s Trumpet” Flower which I had the pleasure to see and photograph at a recent visit to a Spring “Garden Palousa” Event. The plant’s name caused me to ponder upon the scripture verse in 1Corinthians 15:51-52
“Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.”
Words of a Poet
Write, write, write,
From each morn til setting sun
Write, write, write,
Poet’s work is never done
Write, write, write, write
Tanka
Divine Providence
Tis not luck, but God’s hand.
Fortuitousness? I think not!
I believe all is in God’s plan,
Tis not luck, but God’s hand,
And on this truth I do stand
There’s no chance or lucky shot
Tis not luck, but God’s hand.
Fortuitousness? I think not!
Triolet
Looking at Life
When I was wee,
A small Baby,
I saw things you couldn’t see.
Life was a fantasy, a mystery
Everything was new to me!
And as Child,
It continued to be.
I walked thru Life aimlessly,
Filled with glee,
Happy just to be!
Life looked so carefree!
Then in Puberty,
I began to disagree,
And searched to find life’s key,
For Life indeed was a mystery,
Filled with rules and conspiracy,
All aimed at me,
To destroy my complacency.
As a Young Adult of twenty three,
I saw Life as very weighty,
Filled with great responsibility.
I needed wisdom to find victory,
From life’s woes and useless worry.
So to others I issued a plea,
I asked them to join with me,
To learn and overcome life’s complexity,
So we could fulfill our dreams easily,
And make good life a reality.
And as an Adult I worked tirelessly,
Into Middle Age to capture those dreams for me,
I saw life as a potpourri,
Filled with things not reachable to me,
And from work I longed to be set free,
From this life of inequality.
I finally saw Life in reality.
And as a Senior now I do see,
Life as a river slowly passing me,
And in it I see
The things of real quality,
They are the friends and family,
Who linger and stand by me,
To offer love and the ability,
To enjoy life now in tranquility.
Looking back I must agree,
My Life looked best,
as a wee Baby.
Rhyme
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 