Kindness,
Easy to give,
But so often not given.
Hearts are waiting to receive,
Be kind.
Cinquain
We would call a man selfish who should refuse to give a cup of water to one who was thirsty. Yet many of us do this continually: it is the heart that thirsts, and the water we refuse to give is human kindness.
~J. R. Miller
December
Enters bringing
Joyful exuberance
Common days are filled with
Delight
As pleasant sights and sounds abound
And a giving spirit
Enters our hearts
Again
Butterfly Cinquain
And always
Believe because
Christ can
Deliver, destroy
Evil enemies
Forget fear
God’s good
He helps
In ALL situations
Just ask Him
Keep trusting
Let Him
Make a way
Never give up
Overcome fear
Pray always
Quietly
Resting in Him
Savoring silence
Trusting Him
Under all circumstances
Victory is in His
Will and Way
X out all doubts
Yield yourself
Zealously to Him daily
Abecedarian
Unfinished projects abound.
Each day showing me they’re around,
They shift and fall and fret,
Hoping my attention to get.
Some buried beneath a paper stack,
Just lie in wait for what they lack.
Others in plain site collect
Dust, as each day them I neglect.
Sadly they all sit, waiting for the day,
For me to have time to bring life their way.
Rhyme
I am a million thoughts,
Images and feelings,
Held together by hopes,
Dreams and will.
I am a broken heart,
Mending.
A dreamer, chasing.
A child, exploring.
I am youth and old age,
Combined in mind and body,
Held together by God.
Free Verse
Homeless eyes see
Ice on the windshield of life
Be the sun that melts
Haiku
Why every November
We who are forward thinking
Must now turn back time
Senryu
Tonight
Another change
Time falls back an hour
Tomorrow will seem different
Again
Cinquain
A thought,
Nurtured,
Like a seed
Planted with care,
In good soil, will grow
Into something big,
That can benefit many.
Therefore, choose good soil,
If you want thoughts that will blossom and grow
Into good things for your future life.
Etheree
Never taking time.
Too busy to smell the roses.
Ignoring the clock,
We leaf thru our life’s book,
Reaching the end too soon. We weep
Tanka
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 