Posted in Choka, October 2019

Mending the Broken Pieces

Broken windchimb

Discouraged, tearfully

I picked up the broken pieces.

Another trial.

Reaching for the Light of hope

To show me the way

I prayed for healing and strength

To mend broken wings

So I might fly, to try again

‘Til I reach heaven’s reward

Choka

OctPoWriMo 2019

Word Prompts:

Discouraged, Broken Wings, Healing,

Strength, Calm, Acceptance

“Our heart mends as our inner self—the central or innermost part of our identity—is wrapped around the Light inside of us, rather than around the people who have harmed us. This one small step changes the way we see things”. Suzanne Eller

                                                                                                       

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Posted in July 2019, Syllabic Verse

Beset by Remora

Remora, tiny sucker fish,
Image from: https://images.app.goo.gl/9LAESEiMA75akuML7

Tiny remora

Surrounds, holds me back

All my human strength

Not enough to overcome

Only blood of Christ

Can wash it away

Syllabic Verse

Remora is today’s “The Word of the Day” at Dictionary.com

See the definition and interesting origin of this word “remora” at this link:

http://www.dictionary.com/e/word-of-the-day/remora-2019-07-15/

In ancient times, the remora was believed to stop a ship from sailing. In Latin, remora means “delay”, while the genus name Echeneis comes from Greek εχειν, echein (“to hold”) and ναυς, naus (“a ship”). In a notable account by Pliny the Elder, the remora is blamed for the defeat of Mark Antony at the Battle of Actium and, indirectly, for the death of Caligula.[15] A modern version of the story is given by Jorge Luis Borges in Book of Imaginary Beings(1957).

Source:Wikipedia

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, NaPoWriMo 2019, Sonnet-(English)

From: ________ To:_________

Girl barefoot with suitcase

From the Midwest prairie there arose,

A blue eyed country girl, quiet and shy.

Twas a simple, honest life she chose,

Enjoying nature’s wood, and clear blue sky,

Til years, and bitter tears, drew her away

To the bright city lights and noisy nights,

Bringing many sorrows and great dismay,

Filled with untrue friends and foolish fights.

But suddenly, one night, arose a light,

Telling her to return whence she came,

And visions of the prairie she did sight,

Helping her heal from all the grief and shame.

Once more, now barefoot, she stands

Upon simple, Midwestern prairie lands.

SONNET–ENGLISH:

(3 Quatrains (4 line stanzas) and 1 Couplet (2 line stanza) equals 14 lines–10 syllables each line– Rhyme: abab cdcd efef gg–problem posed in the first 12 lines/Volta=solution in last 2 lines)

#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 11—Prompt: write a poem of origin.

Posted in Choka, December 2018

The Green Raincoat

Green Raincoat

Love thy neighbor

Standing in the pouring rain

On a city corner

Not dressed for Winter weather

Yet he didn’t complain

Though he’s covered in raindrops

From his head to foot

He smiles and says he’s thankful

It’s not a hot, sunny day

Choka

Today was a wet, windy, winter day as Oregon winters usually are. I didn’t really want to be out in it but I needed coffee for tomorrow’s breakfast so I made a quick run to the grocery.

I left the store feeling pretty cheery as my coffee was on sale and the bottles I returned put an extra $2.00 cash in my pocket.

As I was driving out of the store parking lot I got stopped at the red light, where a young man in only a thin shirt and pants was standing holding a soggy cardboard sign that said “Anything Helps. Have a Blessed Day”

Feeling he must be pretty desperate to be out in this weather, I rolled down my window and handed him the $2.00 cash I had just gotten. He took it and said “Thank You”.

“It’s pretty rainy and chilly out here today” I said, making conversation as the light was still red.

Though he was soaked from head to foot he smiled and said it was better than a hot sunny day and that he would rather be wet from rain than sweat.

Even so, I told him there was a thrift shop in town where he might be able to get a raincoat free. He said he knew that but had to wait until next month to get his voucher.

The light turned green and I had to move on.

I called my daughter. “Do you happen to have a raincoat at your house that no one is using?” I asked.

“Just that green one you gave me last summer” she replied.

Ah, the Green Raincoat. I had found it in a box marked “Free” at a yard sale I was at this summer. I took it with me that day thinking my daughter or someone in our family could use it, but no one had. It had just hung on a hook waiting for this time in life. It’s purpose had been found. It was going to someone who really needed it.

The young man smiled as I returned and and gave him the raincoat.

“You have a Blessed Day” he said, as he put on the green raincoat which fit him perfectly.

Unwanted and discarded

Have you ever felt that way?

Banished, set free

Judged unworthy by those

Who don’t see your value

You go through life hanging ‘round

Waiting and hoping

The day will come when you

Are noticed, needed

Choka

Posted in Etheree, November 2018

Perplexity

Helping hand

Just

Do not

Understand it!

I am a helper,

I love to help,

But why doesn’t everyone?

Why are some selfish,

Unwilling to give a helping hand?

I just don’t understand it at all!

They are missing out on so very much.

Etheree