Time
Precious gift
Received today
Unwrapping it and using wisely
Now
Oddquain
Tag: life
Purpose
Being
Here I am
Living in the Present
Becoming whom I was meant to be
Created for a purpose by Creator
God Almighty, who is the Great I AM
Sensing my destiny
I live Now
Being
Rictameter
Being Alive!
Heartbeat!
A vibrant sound.
So sweet!
Breathing!
Its ins and outs,
Being!
Alive!
Dreams arise and,
Revive!
Musette
Demystify and Clarify
Want to try?
But can’t comply.
Left to cry?
Wonder why?
Ask on High
What will be
Can’t forsee
Tis only He
With the key
Not me or thee
Mini-Monoverse
In a Lonely Place?
Looking for a helping hand?
Drifted upon sinking sand?
God does see that place you’re in,
He’ll strenghten you so you can stand.
Just reach out, take His hand,
He’ll lead you from sinking sand,
To a place far from chagrin,
Life with Him can be grand!
So if life’s not all you planned,
Dead like driftwood on sand,
Look up, invite God in,
And let Him be your helping hand.
Rubaiyat
Childhood Stravage
Wandering
Aimlessly through my life
Sauntering
Slow Strolling
Seemingly without a care
Ah, to be a youth again
Shadorma
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Words To Live By
Believe the best
Forget the rest
Treasure little things
Enjoy what each brings
Cherish every day
In gratitude stay
Dream big
Never renege
Love everyone
Take time for fun
Rhyme
Yesterday’s Path
I chose to walk with Yesterday
Leaving my present glade of time
I gazed at memories
I stood upon regrets
Mired in the past
That I couldn’t change
Misery
Became
Real
Real
Became
Misery
That I couldn’t change
Mired in the past
I stood upon regrets
I gazed at memories
Leaving my present glade of time
I chose to walk with Yesterday
Etheree–Reverse Etheree
Palindrome
Portion Pondering
Will you leave a legacy of love and joy?
Or pilot a trail of endless pain?
With what marked traits does your life employ?
Will you keave a legacy of love and joy?
Or a bitter life which does annoy
By seeking only its own selfish gain?
Will you leave a legacy of love and joy?
Or pilot a trail of endless pain?
Triolet
Silence
“No news is good news”
Twas what my mama often said
But sounds of silence
Are at times deafening
Imagined shouts
Of outstanding victory
Amongst faintest whispers
Of terrible tragedies
Silence is not golden to me
Choka
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 