Posted in Butterfly Cinquain, July 2019

A Leaf in Summer

Brown dried up leaf in summer

Out of place?

Out of season?

A misfit in my path?

Or a reminder sent by God?

A note

To awaken me to count the days,

Wasting not a moment?

“Redeem the time”

He says.

Butterfly Cinquain

“Even in our best shape we are a brittle piece of mortality. Your life is a breath, don’t waste it.” —LeCrae

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Posted in April 2019, Christian, NaPoWriMo 2019, Rhyme, Syllabic Verse

If

Ten Commandments

If I didn’t know You

As I truly do

I could tell a lie

And not blink an eye

Worship an idol

With any title

Use your name in vain

Or kill like Cain

Even cheat and steal

Without any ideal

Chosing not to laud

Parents and You, God

If I didn’t know You

As I truly do

I would break all Ten

As do some men

Mankind unaware

Living without care

Never to repent

On a knee that’s bent

Who’ve never heard

The Covenant word

If them I don’t tell

I’m guilty as well

Syllabic Verse/Rhyme

(Based on the Ten Commandments Of God)

#NaPoWriMo-Day 6-Prompt: Today, write a poem that emphasizes the power of “if,” of the woulds and coulds and shoulds of the world.

Posted in January 2019, Triolet

Where’s Normal?

Multicolored leaves

No Normal doesn’t live here

Guess it really never did

So don’t wait for it to appear

No normal doesn’t live here

And tis a word you’ll not hear

From this quite abnormal kid

No normal doesn’t live here

Guess it really never did

Triolet

#IArtDaily Day 25 Prompt: “Normal”, doesn’t live here anymore.

Embracing the abnormality of the creative life which is often unconventional, unusual, unique, and never mediocre.

Although I most often use forms in my poetry, I think the abnormality in it is that it many times it isn’t true conformity, and for me that’s ok because it’s my own take on traditional that’s abit irregular