Posted in Choka, Double Choka, NaPoWriMo 2020

Cat vs Dog vs Me

Dog and Cat in a face off

An imaginary conversation between my cat Naomi and my dog Trixi.

“Sorry, wasn’t my fault!

I really didn’t mean to bite!”

Naomi meowed loudly.

“She pushed me right at you!”

“She only wanted to

Make us be friends” said Trixi

“Then why did you growl,

And snap at me? It scared me!”

“I wasn’t feeling friendly then”

“But now you are?”

Naomi indignantly hissed.

“Yes, we owe her that,

Don’t you agree, Naomi?

After all, your bite

Could’ve locked up her jaw!

We could have lost her!”

“Yes, but It still wasnt my fault!

Cats don’t want dogs for their friend!”

Double Choka

NaPoWriMo Day 7–“Prompt: “How the other tells it”

Remember an encounter with an animal.

Write a poem about the way the animal describes the encounter to its friends.

When I was about six years old I made the mistake of trying to make my newly acquired cat and my older dog to become friends.

I was holding my cat and put her up close to my feisty rat terrier dog thinking I would get them acquainted, and then hopefully they would become friends.

Just as my mom yelled at me to stop, the dog growled and snapped at the cat. The cat got scared and instead of letting her jump away free to run I held on to her and she turned on me and bit me on my cheek close to my ear.

This resulted in a very quick trip to the doctor who was a 30 minute drive away and me getting a shot of penicillin. The doctor said if mom hadn’t gotten me to him right away I might have gotten lockjaw and possibly died. This was in 1950.

I learned a hard lesson that day which I never forgot. Don’t try to force friendships on anyone, especially animals!

Posted in Choka

Stay Positive

Sign “Keep Smiling and Carry On”

Times are sad

But dont dwell on on the bad

Stay calm and do your part

Keep hope alive in your heart

Don’t let fear creep in

Stay positive to win

Soon too, this will pass

Vanish as vaporous gas

We must stand strong en masse

Choka

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Heavenly Incense

“Heavenly Incense” paper collage art created by Leona J. Atkinson ©️03-11-2020
“Heavenly Incense” paper collage art created by Leona J. Atkinson ©️03-11-2020

Prayers sent up to God

Are put in golden bowls,

Prayers of all the saints

Come before God’s throne,

Set before God

Upon the golden altar,

They’re wafting up,

Waiting for that special time

Of God’s heavenly release.

Choka

Now when He had taken the scroll, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb, each having a harp, and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.

Then another angel, having a golden censer, came and stood at the altar. He was given much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all the saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne.

And the smoke of the incense, with the prayers of the saints, ascended before God from the angel’s hand.

Revelation 5:8 and Revelation 8:3-4

(These scriptures came to my mind this morning and as I read them I felt led to write this poem and also to create the art. Perhaps the Spirit is telling us, saints, that our bowls will soon be tipped! )

Posted in Choka, December 2019

365 Gifts of Time

Original Enhanced Oil Slick photo by Leona J. Atkinson ©️2019
Original Enhanced Oil Slick photo by Leona J. Atkinson ©️2019

Once again we say

Goodbye to another year lived

We look back at days

The precious jewels of time

They live in our mind

Shining, jaded, memories

Remain, we reflect

Upon the good and bad days

Gone forever from us

Choka

Posted in Choka, November 2019, Scripture

God’s Tear Bottle and Book

Teardrop

He catches each tear

Not one escapes His sight

Rest assured saints

He’s kept every teardrop

That you have ever shed

And listed each one

Counted every sorrow

They’re all in His record book

Choka

You keep track of all my sorrows.

    You have collected all my tears in your bottle.

    You have recorded each one in your book.

Psalm 56:8

Posted in Choka, November 2019

Autumn’s Bio

Painted leaves, Autumn leaf lady
“Miss Autumn” leaf art by LeonasDesigns

I am Miss Autumn

Dressed in vibrant colors

Creating crisp brisk breezes

Inviting leaves to dance

As maple trees clap

Their red and golden appendages

Beneath cloudy skies

And furry grey squirrels scamper

To gather the oak’s treasures

Choka

Posted in Choka, October 2019

Mending the Broken Pieces

Broken windchimb

Discouraged, tearfully

I picked up the broken pieces.

Another trial.

Reaching for the Light of hope

To show me the way

I prayed for healing and strength

To mend broken wings

So I might fly, to try again

‘Til I reach heaven’s reward

Choka

OctPoWriMo 2019

Word Prompts:

Discouraged, Broken Wings, Healing,

Strength, Calm, Acceptance

“Our heart mends as our inner self—the central or innermost part of our identity—is wrapped around the Light inside of us, rather than around the people who have harmed us. This one small step changes the way we see things”. Suzanne Eller