Posted in April 2019, NaPoWriMo 2019, Syllabic Verse

11:11

Alarm clock with hands pointing to 11:11

I often see the time 11:11 on clocks

Some think it’s a angelic sign

Some say it’s promising sucess

But really, it’s not either of those

It’s telling me I’m late to work

Syllabic Verse

#silverleafcontest #NapoWriMo 2019-Day 20-Off Prompt

Posted in Abecedarian, April 2019, Christian, NaPoWriMo 2019, Scripture

He Is Called

Names of God book cover

Advocate
B
read of Life
C
hrist the Lord
D
eliverer
E
ternal Life
F
aithful and True
G
ift of God
H
eir of All Things
I
mage of God
J
esus Christ Our Lord
K
ing of kings
L
ight of the world
M
essiah
N
azarene
O
ur Peace
P
rince of Peace
Q
uickening Spirit
R
edeemer
S
avior
T
ruth
U
ncorruptible God
V
ine
W
ay

Abecedarian

(Based on Scripture References found in the “Names Of God” Book by SGLY Ministry)

#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 19--Prompt: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an abecedarian poem – a poem in which the word choice follows the words/order of the alphabet. 

Posted in April 2019, List, NaPoWriMo 2019

People

People

People abundant

People busy, bored

People cranky, caring, cautious

People driving, daring, devious, daunting

People everywhere

People fearful, following

People guilty, going, gullible

People happy, hiding, hoarding, hovering,

People indoors

People jolly, joking,

People kind, kissing, kidding,

People loud, lost, lazy, lacking,

People missing

People nice, needy

People old, obstinate, ordinary,

People pleasant, picky, private, proud

People queer

People running, rude,

People singing, silent, sick

People talking, talented, tall, tiny

People understanding

People victorious, vicious, victims, vulgar

People winning

People xenophobics, x-raying

People yelling, yawning, yielding,

People zestful, zany, zonked, zombies

List poem/alphabetical and numeric

#NaPoWriMo 2019-Day 16 Prompt: Today, I challenge you to write a poem that uses the form of a list to defamiliarize the mundane. 

Posted in Abecedarian, April 2019, NaPoWriMo 2019, Scripture

My Life from A to Z

Letters A and Z

Alien

Because I was without

Christ, living in

Darkness

Ensnared, a

Foreigner to Israel, without

God and without

Hope, a gentile in

Israel and to all

Jews

Knowing not the

Love of God, believing in

Myths

Not knowing the truth

Of the wonderful

Promises of God

Questioning life’s purpose

Running from truth, a

Stranger to the covenant of Promise

Then, through God’s grace

Understanding the gospel brought me to

Victory in Christ, and I was a

Wanderer no more, a

Xenos no more, I belonged and was

Yoked to Christ forever in

Zion, the New Jerusalem.

Abecedarian

(Based on Ephesians 2)

#NaPoWriMo—Day 14–Off Prompt

Posted in April 2019, NaPoWriMo 2019, Syllabic Verse

Scent-A-Mental Memories

Aluminum Percolator

My childhood alarm clock was varied, often twas

Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.

Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum percolator,

A signal it was five am and mom was awake,

Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.

I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets

Knowing I have another hour before I hear

Dad’s voice calling,“ Leona! Time to get up!”

Those sounds, smells,and sights are now memories

Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.

Syllabic Verse

#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 13–Off Prompt

Posted in April 2019, NaPoWriMo 2019, Senryu

Something Significant

Green fold up scissors

Small but great treasure

Tiny green fold up scissors

They’re never dull

Senryu

#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day12–Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it.

I have had this little pair of green fold up scissors for many, many years. I have always carried them with me either in my purse or in my car. There have been countless times they’ve come in so handy!

Posted in April 2019, NaPoWriMo 2019, Sonnet-(English)

From: ________ To:_________

Girl barefoot with suitcase

From the Midwest prairie there arose,

A blue eyed country girl, quiet and shy.

Twas a simple, honest life she chose,

Enjoying nature’s wood, and clear blue sky,

Til years, and bitter tears, drew her away

To the bright city lights and noisy nights,

Bringing many sorrows and great dismay,

Filled with untrue friends and foolish fights.

But suddenly, one night, arose a light,

Telling her to return whence she came,

And visions of the prairie she did sight,

Helping her heal from all the grief and shame.

Once more, now barefoot, she stands

Upon simple, Midwestern prairie lands.

SONNET–ENGLISH:

(3 Quatrains (4 line stanzas) and 1 Couplet (2 line stanza) equals 14 lines–10 syllables each line– Rhyme: abab cdcd efef gg–problem posed in the first 12 lines/Volta=solution in last 2 lines)

#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 11—Prompt: write a poem of origin.