Posted in April 2019, NaPoWriMo 2019, Triolet

Gifts of Joy

Wrapped gift boxes

Declaring today my Deserving Day

I am gifting myself abundant joys

Giving those worries and woes away

Declaring today my Deserving Day

Claiming bliss and joy mine to display

As negativity my heart deploys

Declaring today my Deserving Day

I am gifting myself abundant joys

Triolet

What do you deserve? Name it. All of it. What are you ready to let go of? Name that too. Then name the most gentle gift for yourself. Name the brightest song your body’s ever held. Summon joy like you would a child; call it home. It wanders, yes. But it’s still yours. —Rachel McKibbens

#NaPoWriMo 2019-Day 7-Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of gifts and joy. What would you give yourself, if you could have anything? What would you give someone else?

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Posted in Cinquain, January 2019, Scripture

In His Presence

Joy, paper collage teacup, created ©️2018 LeonasDesigns
Paper Collage ©️2018 LeonasDesigns

Well preserved

At His right hand

Pleasures eternal

Joy filled earthly life path

Is mine

Cinquain

(Poetry based on verses from Psalm 16)

Preserve me, O God:

for in You do I put my trust.

You will show me the path of life:

in Your presence is fulness of joy;

at Your right hand there are pleasures for evermore.

Posted in Con-Verse, October 2018, OctPoWriMo 2018

Dancing on Air

Loretta Dorothy Dietmeyer Cliff 08-25-15 to 10-10-00
Loretta Dorothy Dietmeyer Cliff 08-25-15 to 10-10-00

Angels in euphoric dance

Swirl in the great expanse

Over the clouds so puffy white

Heavenly beings full of delight

Mom is there joining in with glee

Eighteen years this day, there went she

Left earth aged with all its pain and woe

And flew to heaven with hair white as snow

Now in restored youth, she rejoices there

Dancing joyously with angels upon the air

Con-Verse

( I wrote this poem with my mom in mind as 18 years ago today she left this earth and went to heaven. She was 85 years old and I like to imagine that today she is in restored health and dancing on air with angels, as she always loved to dance when here on earth.)

(This is my first time writing this Form called:

Con-Verse, created by Connie Marcum Wong, which consists of three or more 2-line rhyming stanzas (couplets). The meter of this form is in syllabic verse.

Rhyme scheme: aa,bb,cc,dd,ee

Meter: 7,7,8,8,9,9,10,10,11,11)

(Syllabic verse only counts the number of syllables in a line.)

(This form consists of three or more couplets which ascend by one syllable up to and until you reach a syllabic count of eleven which would contain ten lines.

This process may be repeated for a longer verse. If repeated, you must begin your first couplet with the syllabic count of seven again and continue from there.)

#OctPoWriMo Day 10 http://www.octpowrimo.com/2018/10/poetry-prompts-day-10-dancing-on-air.html

Theme: Dancing on Air

Word Prompts:

Euphoric, Dance, In the clouds, Delight, Joy

Posted in July 2018, Scripture, Senryu

Morning Mood

Bag of Tears

Joy stealer entered

A visitor in the night

Left a bag of tears

Senryu

Psalm 30:5 says

“Weeping may endure for a night,

But joy comes in the morning.”

But, what if joy doesn’t come in the morning? Wonder if more weeping and anxiety comes?

Well, since we know that God does not lie, we know God’s word is true. Therefore, if what He says is not happening we need to figure out why.

Why didn’t joy come in the morning?

Because the enemy stole it from us. The joy stealer struck in the night. He took our joy and left us in tears.

Jesus said in John 10:10 that : “The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.”

So, whoever this thief is, whether it’s the devil, our own flesh, the world, or a person, we can recognize that he’s a joy stealer, a thief that needs to be banished from our life. But how?

God’s word says His mercies are new every morning,

“Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not, They are new every morning;…

Lamentations 3:22-23 NKJV”

So every morning we can choose to throw that bag of tears away from us, and reach out to grasp the joy that God brings us each morning by believing His word and claiming it.

And every night before we go to bed we can cover ourselves with the blood of Jesus and the Armor of God so that the thief will not be able to break in and steal from us anymore.

Posted in June 2018, Rhyme

A Golden Rose

Gold Rose

This little flower wasn’t in the garden of a queen,

Or even in a place where it might be seen,

Yet it was beautifully dressed,

Looking it’s best, as if blessed,

Bringing joy where it dwelt,

Sharing fragrance with any who smelt.

Oh that I, daily might try, to be

An affinity, in similarity.

Rhyme