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Take a Time Out

Timeout art sign

Stay home

Read a good book

Write an inspiring poem

Bake some sugar cookies

Enjoy

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Posted in July 2019, Syllabic Verse

Poor Richard’s Proverbs

Statue of Benjamin Franklin on bench in McMinnville,OR
Original photo of Statue of Benjamin Franklin on bench in McMinnville,OR

Old Benjamin sits

In US Bank’s Town Square.

His wisdom behooves

Those who listen,

Learn,and get involved

“Tell me and I forget, teach me and I may remember, involve me and I learn.”

—Benjamin Franklin

“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.”

—Benjamin Franklin

“You may delay, but time will not.”

—Benjamin Franklin

For More Benjamin Franklin Quotes visit the link below:

https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/289513.Benjamin_Franklin

Posted in July 2019, Syllabic Verse

Just One Word

Blackboard, open journal, flowers, message Write! It all begins with one word

Today I wrote a word

Just one short word

It sat there awhile

All alone it sat

Until inspiration

Caused it to grow

And multiply itself

Creating a story

Of three thousand words

The power of pen

And inspiration

Can change the world

Syllabic Verse

Posted in January 2019, Scripture, Tanka

Tarry Time

Leaves in Fall

New Year days in flight,

Flying away like fall leaves.

What is your vision?

Are your dreams anchored down,

To withstand the winds of time?

Tanka

And the LORD answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry Habakkuk 2:2-3

Posted in May 2018, Prose

Poetic Ramblings

Wind, water, plants

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?

Posted in March 2018, Triolet

Writer’s Question

Pencil, notepad, crumpled paper

What should I write about?

Something I seek or see?

Something that deserves a shout?

What should I write about?

Things that I believe or doubt?

Something I hope or dream will be?

What should I write about?

Something I seek or see?

Triolet

Posted in March 2018, Senryu

Writer’s Question

Speak, Listen

Write every day.

I must have a lot to say.

Does anyone read?

Senryu

Many of us wonder this I am sure.

Though I don’t write to receive feedback it is always appreciated.

Thank you for reading my poems and all the likes and comments you’ve posted over the years. 😊

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.

Rhyme

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