Posted in April 2017, NaPoWriMo 2017, Rhyme

Evolution of Writing


A human Finger writes in the sand,
Words a heart needs to say.

And a dry Bone held in a hand,
Draws word pictures in moist clay.

A Reed blowing in a Egypt’s land,
Is used to scribe events of the day.

And Romans, in their culture so grand,
Invent the Stylus, so they say.

Anglo-Saxons cleverly planned,
To write books using a Quill as a way.

Then upon the world’s Grand-Stand,
The lead Pencil’s design is put on display,

Yet, Pencil writing was undermanned,
So ink Pens were created in various array.

But, for all those invented, both great and bland,
The Finger is still used to text and sign today.

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Posted in March 2017, Ottava Rima

Daffodil Day

Daffodil Day, sunshine, daffodils in bloom
Let not your melancoly heart hold to drear

The daffodils speak of Spring coming soon

Should your nostalgic mind be given to fear

Take a stroll through the Daffodils this mid-noon

No matter the gloomy forecasts you hear

Yellow Daffodils sing Springtime’s tune

So come, shed Winter’s heavy cloak of grey,

Take a walk among the Daffodils today

Ottava Rima 

Posted in January 2017, Scripture

Shepherding

Lamb
Venturing 

Out into the cold,

Adventure

Awaits as

Frozen twigs snap beneath my

Heavy booted feet. 

In the night

A weak little lamb

Strayed away

From the flock

Searching for greener pastures

Led by the enemy

My heart aches

But not from the cold

Rod in hand

I walk in

My Father’s Authority

Clinging to His Word

Fear tries to

Silently creep in

Doubt tries to

Overwhelm

But my feet are as hinds feet

And my mind is sure

Determined

To save the lost 

I move on

To overcome

My face set like flint

Lord God is my help

Wintery

Brisk air fills my lungs

As I cry out

At the sight

Rejoicefully I carry

My long lost sheep home!

Six Shadorma Story

Based on Luke 15: 4-7, Isaiah 50:7, Habakkuk 3:19