Posted in Etheree, March 2018

Poetic Paradise

Poetic Paradise, sleeping, dreaming

Did

You ever

Wonder how

Poets find sleep?

Or what they might think

In those dark night watches?

As they contemplate slumber?

Are their mind’s in calm repose?

How do they enter into somnolence?

Poets count syllables instead of sheep!

Etheree

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Posted in Etheree, March 2018, Reverse Etheree, Scripture

Unclad

Unworn Armor

We smiled, chittering and chattering

As daylight filled with bright sunshine

Spilled upon us walking sprightly.

In the distance a lion roared

But the sound did not reach

Our quiescent ears

Dulled by sleep.

Our guard down,

The lion

Strikes!

Caught

Off guard

We scramble

To stand and fight

The enemy attack.

Unprepared for battle,

Head and heart vulnerable

To fleshly fear and worldly anger,

We attempt to vanquish our beastly foe

Unprotected. We cry out for God to help us!

Reverse Etheree and Etheree

Based on 1Peter 5:8 and Ephesians 6:10-18

Posted in Etheree, January 2018

Hibernation Thoughts

Sky sunset, dark clouds

Quickly

Moving

Like a river

January

Days swiftly flowing

Into cold, damp, dark nights

Causing man and beast a chill

As they wish for the breath of Spring

To blow across the land once again

Bringing with it longer days and new life.

Etheree

Posted in December 2017, Etheree

Childhood Christmas Memories

 Childhood Memories

Nuts

Tinsel

Popcorn Balls

Mincemeat Pie

Hard Candy in a Dish

Popcorn and Cranberries

Christmas Cards in the Mailbox

Family Gathering for Dinner

Snow and Ice Skating on the River

Family playing Card games after dinner

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Some of my memories of Christmas as a child growing up in the 1950’s

Posted in August 2017, Etheree

Past-Present-Future

Bridge
Life

Is short

Waste not.

Time is precious

Record memories.

Capture each moment

But dont dwell there, move on.

Fixate your mind on the future.

Wake every morning and proclaim: 

“The Past has no Present in my Future”

Etheree 

Thanks to my daughter, Laura, for the last line which inspired me to write this poem.