
Who were you
Back in those days
When dreams were
Freshly built
To last for a lifetime
On foundations strong?
Who are you
In this present day
Weary worn
Storm ridden
Yet still standing with your dreams
On foundations strong
Double Shadorma
Different types and forms of poetry I have written

Who were you
Back in those days
When dreams were
Freshly built
To last for a lifetime
On foundations strong?
Who are you
In this present day
Weary worn
Storm ridden
Yet still standing with your dreams
On foundations strong
Double Shadorma

The world needs more laughter
Take time to be silly
Share some smiles
Today as I was walking out to my mailbox, two young girls probably about 8 or 9, were walking past on their way home from school, I imagine, as they had backpacks on and it was early afternoon about the time the grade school down the street lets out for the day.
They were smiling and giggling and begin walking towards me.
“Hi” they said
“Hello” I replied smiling.
“Have you ever had a Woo?” One of them asked, giggling,
“A Woo?” I said “What’s a Woo?”
They both began to laugh and that’s when I realized this was just some childish silliness. I smiled and decided to play along for fun.
“I will throw one to you, and if you can catch it you will see what it is!” said one.
“Okay.” I said “Throw it”
The younger looking of the two grasped her hand in the air and made a throwing motion towards me.
I quickly made a grab into the air and clutched my hand shut tight. “Got it!” I said.
They both began giggling and clapping.
“We want to see it!” They clamored.
“Ok. What’s the Password to open my hand?” I joked.
Surprised at that, they were puzzled. “Hmmm, not sure…” said one
“Guess “ said the other.
After a few guesses, hmmms, and giggles I opened my hand saying “Too late. It’s gone!”
They laughed and laughed as they ran off down the street towards home.
“Silly girls” I said to myself. 🙂
Thank You God for letting them cross my path today. I needed some silliness.
Halibun

Paper houses
Filled with ink pens
Abundantly
Inscribing
Copious amounts of words
On every wall
Shadorma
This poem was inspired by a note my Creative Writing Instructor emailed to me after I submitted my final portfolio to him for grading this semester.
He gave me a A as my final grade, plus said I had a gift for writing, was a very prolific writer, and was a great storyteller.
It was a blessing and encouragement to hear that, as he is not only an instructor, but also quite an accomplished and published writer himself.
No one has ever called me “prolific” before, except God did say: in Psalm 92:14 that “They shall still bear fruit in old age; They shall be fresh and flourishing,” (prolific means fruitful or abundant) and I have always believed upon that verse for myself.
So thank you God for blessing me with a prolific writing ability. I pray I can use it to bring You glory.
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Distressed?
Oppressed?
Obsessed?
Depressed?
Repressed?
Suppressed?
Get rid of all those stresses
Banish all those presses
Remove all those sesses
Get rid of all those stresses
Add some blesses, progresses,
Impresses, and successes
Get rid of all those stresses
Banish all those presses
Triolet

God Created You For A Good Purpose
You Are Special To God
Remember That You Do Matter
Flee Negativity
Believe in Yourself
Never Give Up
Always Try
You Can
Do
You
Can Do
If You Try
Never Give Up
Positivity
Is The Key To Success
Remember That You Do Matter
You Are Special To God
He Created You For A Good Purpose
Nonet and Reverse Nonet
We went
We lost our lives
We won freedom for you
We ask only that you not forget
Our deeds
Cinquain
Our local Christian church school that has a big grassy area next to their building implemented the idea of having their school children put up 6000 little flags to honor and pay tribute to the 6000 Oregon soldiers who lost their lives in all the wars.
I visited the display today and was deeply touched by how beautiful it was. Seeing all those little flags blowing in the soft breeze made me so thankful for the freedom we enjoy in our country and for those who paid the price to achieve it.

One after one
He listed my failures
Accusing
Fault finding
Until my Advocate’s blood
Washed him away
Shadorma
In Him [Jesus Christ]we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace. Ephesians 1:7

In the sun and rain
Just you and me my friend
Together we stand
Senryu
“A friend is one of the nicest things you can have, and one of the best things you can be.” —Douglas Pagels

How many roads have you trod
In those earthly shoes?
Though worn and weary yet you’d plod,
How many roads have you trod?
Through city streets or soggy sod,
Doin your best, payin your dues,
How many roads have you trod,
In those earthly shoes?
Triolet
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind, The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
—Bob Dylan
Happy 78th Birthday today to Bob Dylan!

Wonder not,
Nor worry today,
Nor even
Tomorrow.
If Overmorrow arrives,
Give thanks to God
Shadorma
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Matthew 6:34
(Inspired by “The Word of the Day” on Dictionary.com which is “Overmorrow”)