Posted in November 2019, Rhyme

Inspiration Is:

reach for the sky, sky, boy on ladder reaching

Inspiration is an impulse to try something new.
A revelation that your life’s work isn’t through.
A thought that stimulates an action,
Spurring you by stimulating traction.

Arousing a notion, increasing your might,
Inspiration awakens you in the night
To new possibilities.
It’s the brainchild of capabilities.

A spark that lights a flame,
It changes the same, reorders the game,
Illuminates the path to find your muse,
Unleashing creativity without excuse.

It may come as a flash, creating a rumble,
Causing the mundane to fall and crumble,
Awakening a vision, encouraging a dream,
Inflating your diminished self esteem.

Often it’s a whim, a hunch, an insight,
An idea that seems to just sound right.
A brainstorm that threatens your complicity,
Calling you revive an old ability.

It motivates you to flights of fancy,
Soaring to heights that may be chancy,
Yet elevating you to live in rife,
And experience an enthusiasm for life!

Rhyme

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Posted in October 2019, Rhyme

At the Red Light

Cardboard sign saying “Need 25 Cents”

Middle aged lady

Looking tense,

Holds cardboard sign,

“Need 25 Cents”

Curious, I roll my window down.

“Just a quarter? Why?”

“I’m saving money,

A bus ticket to buy”

“My husband just died,

Family don’t care,

Want me to leave too,

But I need bus fare”

“A friend in Arizona

Told me she’d give me a room

I just need to get there,

Need to go very soon”

“So I’m saving quarters,

or whatever I can,

To leave this place,

That’s my plan.”

Only cash I had was a few coins.

“It’s all I have to give” I say

“It adds up” she smiles,

“Thanks for helping me today”

The light turns green,

I wave a quick Good bye,

“God Bless” I say

Thankful I took time to ask why.

In two minutes at a red light

It’s amazing what you can learn,

Just roll your window down,

And show some concern.

Rhyme

Posted in October 2019, Rhyme, Syllabic Verse

“Homeless—Single Mom”

Cardboard sign saying “Homeless—Single Mom”

Two little girls cry out in the night

“Mommy!” they say to no one in sight

A blanket of fear holds them tight

As strangers tell them “It’ll be alright”

Sitting on concrete at the light

Her youthful trembling hands of white

Hold up a sign stating her plight

Holding back tears with all her might

Twin girl’s Mom won’t give up the fight

To make their future bright

Rhyme

10 lines—each line 8 syllables—Rhyme

For the creative writing class I am currently taking I tried to rewrite my original Tanka written on September 4, 2019, into a 10 line poem using the line “sitting on concrete” while also using parts of the lines “thin white hands” and “two little girls” in some way.

This poem is what I came up with after quite some deliberation.

Posted in July 2019, Rhyme

Slow Down and Breathe

Mirrors reflecting shoppers in a shopping mall

Gasp Gasp Puff Puff

Life’s not made of this kind of stuff

Run Run Race Race

Life’s better when you slow your pace

Pant Pant Rant Rant

Stop to smell the flowers by the garden gate

Busy Busy Dizzy Dizzy

Life’s too precious to spend in a tizzy

Just like the movies you watch and the food you eat,

life does have an end time, an expiration date

Take time to breathe. Enjoy every moment before it’s too late

Rhyme

Posted in June 2019, Rhyme, Scripture, Tanka

Lord,

Sky with clouds

Whom have I but You?

To help when I’m sad and blue,

To plant a new seed,

To lift me in times of need,

To listen to prayers I plead.

Tanka

(Based on Psalm 73: 25-26)

Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee.

My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.

Thank You Lord, for always bring there for me, to listen, care and help.

Posted in April 2019, Christian, NaPoWriMo 2019, Rhyme, Syllabic Verse

If

Ten Commandments

If I didn’t know You

As I truly do

I could tell a lie

And not blink an eye

Worship an idol

With any title

Use your name in vain

Or kill like Cain

Even cheat and steal

Without any ideal

Chosing not to laud

Parents and You, God

If I didn’t know You

As I truly do

I would break all Ten

As do some men

Mankind unaware

Living without care

Never to repent

On a knee that’s bent

Who’ve never heard

The Covenant word

If them I don’t tell

I’m guilty as well

Syllabic Verse/Rhyme

(Based on the Ten Commandments Of God)

#NaPoWriMo-Day 6-Prompt: Today, write a poem that emphasizes the power of “if,” of the woulds and coulds and shoulds of the world.