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 #MayFalls19 Poetry Challenge, Choka, May 2019

World Overview

Man racing with time

Quickly jotted notes

Faceless friends and family

Life passing by

Living in a timeclock

Checking Apple’s watch

Running life’s racetrack

In a zombie world

Filled with roads to nowhere

Lonely souls needing God.

Choka

#MayFalls19 Poetry Challenge-Day 2–Prompt:”quickly jotted notes”

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Posted in Mirror Cinquain, September 2015

Life’s Purpose?

Mirror Cinquain poem about life's purpose--shadows
Original Poetry by Leona J. Atkinson ©2015 (graphic from clker.com) Based on Psalm 39: 4-7 NKJV “LORD, make me to know my end, And what is the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am. Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my age is as nothing before You; Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor. Selah Surely every man walks about like a shadow; Surely they busy themselves in vain; He heaps up riches, And does not know who will gather them. “And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You.”

 

Posted in Mirror Cinquain, October 2014

Busyness

busyness, whirlwind, Mirror Cinquain poem
Original Poetry by Leona J. Atkinson ©2014
(graphic from clker.com)

Three times today the word “busy” came up as I attempted to have conversations with different people. This prompted me to ponder upon why we are all so busy that we seemingly have no time to stop and take a few minutes for a friendly chat.  Thus this poem was written to share my frustrations.