Posted in April 2019, NaPoWriMo 2019, Sonnet-(English)

From: ________ To:_________

Girl barefoot with suitcase

From the Midwest prairie there arose,

A blue eyed country girl, quiet and shy.

Twas a simple, honest life she chose,

Enjoying nature’s wood, and clear blue sky,

Til years, and bitter tears, drew her away

To the bright city lights and noisy nights,

Bringing many sorrows and great dismay,

Filled with untrue friends and foolish fights.

But suddenly, one night, arose a light,

Telling her to return whence she came,

And visions of the prairie she did sight,

Helping her heal from all the grief and shame.

Once more, now barefoot, she stands

Upon simple, Midwestern prairie lands.

SONNET–ENGLISH:

(3 Quatrains (4 line stanzas) and 1 Couplet (2 line stanza) equals 14 lines–10 syllables each line– Rhyme: abab cdcd efef gg–problem posed in the first 12 lines/Volta=solution in last 2 lines)

#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 11—Prompt: write a poem of origin.

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Posted in April 2018, Christian, NaPoWriMo 2018, Poetry Types, Scripture, Shape, Tree of Life

The Tree Of Life

Tree

Of Life

Nourishes

Branches extend

To reach the nations

With leaves of healing

Planted beside the River

Of Life in Heaven’s Paradise

Bearing twelve fruits for Overcomers

Who will dwell in the New Jerusalem

Providing supernatural provision

As they eat eternally from its abundant supply

Observe then, and believe this wonderful truth

The Tree of Life

Can be for you

Accept Christ and

Live eternally

Tree of Life Poem/Shape Poem
Based on scriptures:  Genesis 2:2, Revelation 2:7, Revelation 21:2, Revelation 22:2, Ezekiel 47:12

NaPoWriMo 2018  Day 27
(Off Prompt)

Posted in April 2017, Bop, NaPoWriMo 2017

Pondering

River, path, trees
Lazy day, on a river walk, slowly walking and pondering…

Why do some trees grow tall and straight,

Yet others are twisted, bent, and broken?

The soil is the same for all.

The rain shows no favorites.

The sun shines on both equally.

I ponder all this, yet the river, like time, keeps moving.

Perhaps it’s what is within,

That causes one to stand tall,

And one to bend and bow with the wind?

From where does each root seek its nourishment?

Does one go deep to find the key to growth?

While another looks upon the surface inhaling whatever passes its way?

Perhaps one works too hard and becomes old and weary,

It’s efforts leaving it empty and weak?

I ponder all this, yet, the river, like time, keeps moving.

I conclude that it’s a matter of choice.

All are given the breath of life and freedom to live.

It’s not mine to question each ones outcome,

But to ponder only on my own choices.

Yet, to offer true nourishment to those who come seeking,

And the fragrance of compassion to those in need.

I ponder all this, yet, the river, like time, keeps moving.

Bop Poem

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