In your search for a way to live your dream
Make sure its better than what you’ve got
Before you leave the pond and swim upstream
In your search for a way to live your dream
Make sure its not just an empty scheme
Promising you somethings that are not
In your search for a way to live your dream
Make sure its better than what you’ve got
Triolet
Blessings
Within their reach
Abundantly given
Yet they seek the world’s meager scraps
Instead
Cinquain
My daughter sat on her porch and watched the two doves walk down the street together as if they were humans out for an evening stroll.
They had visited her yard previously to check it out, tasting of its goodness, yet today they bypassed her fresh green yard overflowing with beautiful foliage, birdseed, and a water filled birdbath, to forage in the dry, dusty gutter. Were they blind to the goodness nearby that was offered to them so freely, or did they just stubbornly choose to ignore it, determinedto live their in own way?
It makes one ponder if we humans are the same. Do we walk blindly through this world, seeking to find blessings and happiness in our own way while all the while passing by the goodness God has provided to those who will stop to believe and receive From Him?
I see the look of the musician,
I think he’s angry at the omission.
He finds it hard to comprehend
Overshadowing the note’s loose end
Causing a chirping like a flamingo
Creating a strange and quirky lingo.
Spoken badly by the blues singer,
Please don’t let this composition linger
Music and song need thought and time
Senses suffer in nonsense rhyme
Rhyme
( I found an online Poem Generator that I decided to try out today. It had me type in nouns, verbs, adjectives, etc and then it generates what is supposed to be a poem! 🙂 haha. However, I took what seemed to me to be complete nonsense and rewrote it to at least, perhaps, have some meaning. 🙂
Any thoughts? What do you think? Does it make any sense or is it just nonsense?
Poetry or Prose? Only the scholar knows what label thoughts on paper take or whether lines run together or break, the rules. Do I write to please a scholar, or to empty my head of floating syllables that wake me in the night? My answer is that I must ignor the scholar’s frown as I write down those words, thoughts, feelings in my head, waiting to be said, before they fly away to the land of dread, where they are doomed to fade away beneath piles of broken dreams and things unspoken, left to lie and die in the dust of lost opportunity and missed chance. Form can be a friend, I treasure it to no end, but there are times when thoughts run free and words won’t bend to fit in a syllabic line. So, prose then, can be my friend, as I randomly write into the night, words running ahead the thoughts in my head, tempting my fingers to tap the keys and create a space for them to live on paper.
Prose?
Sitting in its corner
Words come alive, thoughts flow free
Creativity couch
Senryu
Could it be that you
At times need to
Listen and learn, see and seek?
Two eyes, two ears can,
Relay thoughts better than,
One mouth can often speak.
Alouette
Cheery or Chaotic
Happy or Horrendous
Religious or Repulsive
Inspiring or Ignored
Spiritual or Secular
Tremendous or Tearful
Merry or Mundane
Awesome or Awful
Social or Solitary
Acrostic
In the cycle of life,
The swing could represent our thoughts.
Forward and backward.
Haiku
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
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
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 