sign of the times

 

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image from mydoorsign.com

 

such common signs
seem common sense

none of government’s business
to tell citizen’s private business

whom they may or may not serve

free enterprise best
to remain free…yes

we all “discriminate”
choose where to shop
what’s the debate?
(this is not “hate”)

cannot force another to
make or sell product for you

now we ask who bullies who?

consider whether this be true:
“can’t eat your cake and have it too!”

 

 

animal crackers

 

see such cunning calliope of creatures

view fast running menagerie of animalia

stare at stunning kaleidoscope of wild kingdom

gaze on sunning rainbow of critter chaos

admire funning mosaic of my zootopia

 

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Gotta love this colorful fabric pattern featured at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where Margaret invites us to quilt a poem!

 

respect fragile things

Red Poppy

red poppy by Robert Draves (@draves.robert)

 

leaves home for war
fresh budding youth with
proud ideal to serve country

 

mother cherishes each
scripted word of letters home,
hopeful heart brightens like flower

 

bomb blooms open, cries
for her as red blood darkens soil…
his flag-draped casket returns home

 

 

 


 Imaginary Garden with Real Toads‘  weekend mini-challenge with Magaly…

planning pilgrimage

 

sixty-one years young,

he feels lean, fit and

needs mountain to climb;

wants to test stamina on

tough colorado 14er, even

if summit proves stronger.

 

silence any fear of lion or bear,

concentrate on challenge of

altitude, rock scale, exposure.

 

drawn from flatland stress

toward heights of serenity,

he packs gear for one, solo

climb yet won’t be alone;

God descends mountain and

i will long for him at the peak.

 

blessing poems

Paul at dVerse suggested “blessing poems”.  Here are my thoughts…

At our wedding reception, a couple sang an Irish Blessing, which was later read at our second son & bride’s reception. (We’re not Irish but the sentiments are beautiful):

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At the end of a worship service, a pastor usually gives a blessing (benediction) such as:

The Lord bless you and keep you;
the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace. (Numbers 6:24-26

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“Give blessing” and “say grace” are synonyms for prayer. At home, we fold our hands and close our eyes before meals to thank God for his provision. One prayer we taught our (young) children:

Thank you for the world so sweet, thank you for the food we eat,
Thank you for the birds that sing, thank you, God, for everything.

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Thinking about how we really need His blessing on our lives and on our world:

There’s no blessing without a blesser
left to ourselves, the “good” grows lesser
pretend we can fix it by wearing mask dressier
outside of God’s plan, our messes get messier
There’s just no blessing without a Blesser!

And finally…

 

May God bless
the poets
and
the prophets,
inspire them with
words worth
smithing
and
insight worth
pithing
may steel
words reveal
deepest darkness
shatter
false piety
and
scatter
hot light into
life’s mysterious
corners

amen.

 

 

 

present-ing…

(Poem inspired by article at The High Calling & poetics “gift” prompt at dVerse.)

 

work is life gift

created to create

something productive

with whatever we have

stretch and hone abilities

promote one’s self-respect

provide for own desires

satisfy another’s need

give something back

to world we live in

joyfully serve six

actively rest one

weekly rhythm

work is life

…a gift!

 

hEar da boyz R bak!

 

clear SUNday mornin’ [early 1950’s] 2

US navy uniformed young pilots ~swag~

fighter jets flyin’ hi, leavin’ con-trails…on

official run: san diego(go) to chicago—GO!

 

idea 4fun stunt [see lightbulb flash]

RE-duce altitude& RE-connoiter over

rural mid-west in search of 1buddy’s

tiny hometown on farmz checkerboard

 

[needle in haystack] eye spy white chURch

(as)pire to steeeple – jets dive hard ‘n fast

breakin’ sound barrier/zooom…sonicBOOM x2

loud cock(y)pit laughter, silent sanctuary after

 

week later, pilot ONleave re-turns home-y

BIG talk in small town about 2 (too) low planes

overhead [IN yer head] soundin’ off, poundin’ off

shattering of air stopping preacher’s pray-er

 

(dad still grins when tellin’ his sins!)

 


community unity meals

Join the community of poets as Paul scribbles at dVerse Poets Pub!

 

connection by blood
relatives around a table
share past family history
gather for holiday food

connection like blood
friends around a table
share current life history
gather over favorite food

connection spite blood
neighbors around a table
share convergent history
gather with communal food

connection shed blood
nations around a table
share territorial history
gather to distribute food

connection in his blood
believers around the table
share biblical faith history
gather for spiritual food

 

 


Check out World Renew video of working with communities to end poverty:

civil (?) rights

Joining Real Toads in Imaginary Garden today on the theme:                                           “I Have No Mouth but I Must Scream” -title by Harlan Ellison

 

unborn baby girl
dodging abortion’s
sharp instruments

has mouth but
voice not heard
muffled in womb

unsafe sanctuary
tiny life unwanted
no fault of her own

they shout about
women’s rights,
“now let me grow

into a woman
strong, nurturing
seasoned in love —

help! it’s got me!
torn me…bleeding”
hear silent scream

postcard poem

Wishing you were here at dVerse poetics with De, postcard poeming…

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hi all, y’all

how r u, lone star?

roundin’ up a posse

for saucy bar-be-Q

hopin’ to see live

armadillo near amarillo

with lotta luv from

big ole’ heart o’ texas!

meditation

 

La via dolorosa
the way of suffering
tell me, Who would
choose to suffer?

Plenty of suffering
here to go around:
pain, grief
rejection, loneliness
bullying, abuse
derision, disease, death.

None of us immune
all of us sinners
except the immutable Son of man.
He chose the via dolorosa
only he could
only he would
bear all our misery and loss
on rough wooden beams of
a Roman cross:
ugly method of torture
cruel means of execution
for common criminals.

What crime deserved piercing?
His uncommon love for us
pierced his magnanimous heart
spilled gracious agape love
to wash our dirt clean away…

His via dolorosa is
our way home to the Father,
who turned away from
our hideous sins
borne on the bleeding back
of his beloved son.

Shadows fell on his
forsaken and disfigured form
when he descended into hell
Praise God, now we will never be forsaken
we need not smell the sulphur or feel the heat.

Let us kiss the nail printed feet
of our Redeemer – Rescuer
who walked the cobbled streets
of the via dolorosa uphill to Calvary.

dancing in grove

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olive trees by Van Gogh

 

mediterranean sun

pulsing rhythm

warm yellow sky

radiates, ripens

music of olives

leaves quiver

trees wave arms

trunks sway hips

shadows of oil

flow to sound

of cool blue

pyrenees bass

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