Trees seen whispering
To the fading grass below
“It’s that time again.
Leaves are preparing.
Who’ll be first to fall,
And cover you with color,
Smothering your blades,
Saturating the landscape
With variegated patchwork?”
Choka
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Sighting September
August tried to warn
Us of her impending move.
She sent us cool drafts,
Chilling memos of warning.
Yet, wrapped in sweaters
We missed her exiting.
Undercover of night,
With just the moon as witness,
Fall bearing September came.
Choka
Ensconced in Memories
Sitting in my chair
Remembering times spent
With you over the years
The good times and sad times
I count as blessings
As each time was as glue
Molding us together
Creating special memories
For us to hold and treasure.
Choka
Ever Upward
On Excelsior!
Higher and always upward,
Though shades of night fall,
Your youth shall bring victory!
Though sadness and sorrow
Threaten in the storms of life,
Carry your banner high!
Faint thee not! Excelsior!
Your help comes from above!
Choka
(This poem was inspired by reading “Excelsior” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Take a Moment
Come and sit a spell
Take a time out today
For a flower smell
Drink in its fragrant perfume
Let the aroma quell
Your anxious heart today
Come and sit a spell
Take a time out today
Enjoy this moment in time
Choka
Wanderlust
Do you have a plan in place?
Or are you plain wandering?
Just crusin’ thru life,
Taking any road you find,
Looking for shortcuts
Hoping to go somewhere.
An aimless wayfarer
Never seeking direction
Stuck in the vast maze of life
Choka
If you don’t know where you are going any road can take you there. —Lewis Carrol
Seashore Sunset Senses
Breathing in so deeply
Scents of seaweed and crisp air
As gulls seranade
And ocean foam caresses
Sand covered toes
Sunset glistens like gold
Shimmering on waves
That meet rocks and waiting cheek
With a salty kiss goodnight
Choka
challenge is to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear
A Rebellious House
Dwelling in the midst
Of closed eyes, ears, and minds
Rebellious house
Shuttered ears are deaf
To the truth knocking
Closed eyes can’t see the truth
Through shuttered windows
Mutinous minds existing
Behind hostility’s doors
Choka
Poem based on this scripture:
“Son of man, thou dwellest in the midst of a rebellious house, which have eyes to see, and see not; they have ears to hear, and hear not: for they are a rebellious house.” Ezekiel 12:2
Prompt: write a poem that involves rebellion in some way.
At The Zoo in 2002
Off the marked trail
Grand-daughter chose to peruse
Running with the Roos
Not recommended by Zoos
Gave Grandma a fright
To see her run with delight
Trying to catch the Hoppers
But G-ma was able to stop her
Caught her before they bopped her
Choka
At the Zoo with all 4 of my grand-kids.
There is an area you can walk on a path near the kangaroos. Signs say “Please Keep On Path”. Youngest grand-daughter age 2 breaks loose of my hand and takes off running to try to catch a kangaroo! Thankfully I caught her before the Roo did!
Prompt: write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time
April Fool
I keep no secrets
My life is an open book
Nothing you’ll uncover
Not a thing you will discover
In cranny and nook
There’s not a hidden thing
That a “ah ha” will bring
Very transparent am I
And I never ever lie
Choka
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 