I often see the time 11:11 on clocks
Some think it’s a angelic sign
Some say it’s promising sucess
But really, it’s not either of those
It’s telling me I’m late to work
Syllabic Verse
#silverleafcontest #NapoWriMo 2019-Day 20-Off Prompt
Tag: Syllabic verse
Koda
Tears of sadness fall
On cheeks young and old
Hearts mourn your presence
As death takes you
Leaving us to grieve
Elegy-Syllabic Verse
In Memory of Koda-a beloved family pet
#NaPoWriMo—Day 18–Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail
Scent-A-Mental Memories
My childhood alarm clock was varied, often twas
Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.
Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum percolator,
A signal it was five am and mom was awake,
Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.
I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets
Knowing I have another hour before I hear
Dad’s voice calling,“ Leona! Time to get up!”
Those sounds, smells,and sights are now memories
Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.
Syllabic Verse
#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 13–Off Prompt
If
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)
Fulfillment
Where shall I go
With this bag of dreams
I must choose steps
That will transport me
To the reality
Of an empty bag
Syllabic Verse
The Flu Bug Visits
The flu has a hold on me
Its pushed me into a deep dark place
I am trying to crawl out from
Praying for the Lord’s strenght to help
Syllabic Verse
Prodigal of Praise
In the grocery store
I passed by a cart
Therein sat a wee child
A prodigal of smiles
Contentedly singing
Syllabic Verse
Count The Days
We count our life in years,
But what about the days?
All the seconds of life?
Cherish all the minutes.
It’s in those moments,
Memories are made,
Chances are taken,
Changes often happen.
Treasure every breath.
Celebrate each day.
Give thanks for your life.
Syllabic Verse
My grand-daughter messaged me today to tell me I have lived 27,365 days so far! Where did all those days go?
It seems a lot longer when you view your life as days rather than years!
It’s pretty amazing to think about, and so inspired the thoughts for this poem.
Paper Dolls
Dressed up in
Paper dresses
And paper shoes
Pray for no rain
Syllabic Verse
January’s Journal
Thirty one blank pages
written upon.
Their newness fades.
Resolutions
slipping away.
January
bids us goodbye.
Syllabic Verse
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 