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

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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, 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.

Posted in February 2019, Syllabic Verse

Count The Days

Roses and rose petals on ground at the Rose Garden in Portland, OR
Roses and rose petals on ground at the Rose Garden in Portland, OR—June 2012

We count our life in years,

But what about the days?

All the seconds of life?

Cherish all the minutes.

It’s in those moments,

Memories are made,

Chances are taken,

Changes often happen.

Treasure every breath.

Celebrate each day.

Give thanks for your life.

Syllabic Verse

My grand-daughter messaged me today to tell me I have lived 27,365 days so far! Where did all those days go?

It seems a lot longer when you view your life as days rather than years!

It’s pretty amazing to think about, and so inspired the thoughts for this poem.