in grandma’s eyes

 

Dear Babyface,
birthed by God’s grace;
let me hold you, kiss you, squeeze you,
while you’re sleeping, let me tease you:
misshapen head and wrinkly skin,
you sport a double…no, triple chin!
your pudgy nose is slightly pimpled,
your chubby cheeks are sweetly dimpled.
I admire all I see ‘cuz, Babyface,
you look like me!

 


I submitted this poem to Lyrical Iowa last year. It received 3rd Place in the “humorous verse” category and was published in their 2018 collection. Linking to dVerse Poets where Lillian hosts Open Link Night with “Ah, sweet youth” theme.

time to shine

Decastitch poem of 10 lines, 10 syllables each; see Elsie at Ramblings of a Writer.

angels illuminate this holy night
wreath of candles on table flickers bright
white lights twinkle from pine branches in snow
winter moon on velvet night sheds soft glow
joyful gleam in children’s eyes wait to see
shimmering garlands encircle the tree
carolers who sing under lamp post’s glare
gather near fire’s hearth with stories to share
each window mirrors shining stars’ array
celebrate light of the world born today

 

Decided to expand it for smoother reading out loud…at our Christmas Eve service!

As angels illuminated this holy night,
we light wreath of candles flickering bright.

White lights twinkle from pine branches in snow,
winter moon on velvet night sheds softer glow.

Joyful gleam in child’s eyes waiting to see
shimmering tinsel garlands encircle the tree.

Carolers, who sing under lamp post’s glare,
will gather near fire’s hearth with stories to share.

Each window reflects a star pointing the way
as we celebrate the Light of the World today!

 

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feast of faith

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Let us remember on Thanksgiving day

our forefathers walked in the pilgrim way

forgive our greedy attitude

and give us hearts of gratitude

for providential blessings, Lord, we pray.

 

 

*Listen to brief podcast by John Piper on Giving Thanks here

 


Quintet of 5 lines (in iambic meter and AABBA rhyme scheme) for dVerse.

 

 

 

 

fallen

A triolet is a French form of 8 lines with ABaAabAB repetition…for dVerse MTB


 

wet scarlet leaves carpet cold ground

embraced with dew and kissed by mist

hidden in fog, pumpkins lie ’round

wet scarlet leaves carpet cold ground

ghost cows graze cornfield, make no sound

where earth meets sky in phantom tryst

wet scarlet leaves carpet cold ground

embraced with dew and kissed by mist

 

 

 

when “early” is a verb

 

when cows are mooing, hungry for hay

early me, early me, early the day

when love comes calling, sweetly we lay

early me, early me, early the day

when Spirit is whispering urge to pray

early me, early me, early the day

when open road beckons to journey away

early me, early me, early the day!

 

forecast blues

 

stuck weather pattern only brings more rain

while farmers ripe to harvest feel the strain

soybeans swell fat, cornstalks rot wet

without a crop, families grow debt

we hope and pray for sun to shine again!

 

(oh no, could that be snow?!)

 

 

 

Linking to dVerse  poets’ pub where Frank is toasting iambic pentameter…

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De at dVerse asked for this when she suggested a quadrille about “yuck”!


 

you may not be a fan-ure
because it stinks like sin
but maybe it’s called “man-ure”
‘cause men keep falling in!

if you come visit our farm
be sure to bring your boots
remember here in cow town
“bull sh__” has rural roots!

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word of the day

 

 

 

 

the nose knows

 

this poet followed nose to see

all the smells that comfort me:

new mown hay… alfalfa, please

fresh laundry dried on gentle breeze

strong coffee brew drips into pot

wood shavings piled under knot

just bathed baby’s silken skin (the

top of head where hair grows thin)

lilacs, idyllic of childhood play and

an orchid corsage on Mothers Day

pancake breakfast with bacon frying

crunchy leaves when geese go flying

salty spray froth-whipped by boat or

wrapped warm in mother’s worn coat.

 

 


Link to dVerse where poets explore comforting smells…

 

 

 

watercolor verse

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Sky full of kites

or hot air balloons,

Parasol canopy or

favorite cartoons,

 

Gram’s flower pots

and sweet jelly beans,

Flags of all countries,

kaleidoscope dreams,

 

To color with crayons or

blow bubbles oblate;

God creates rainbows

— then we imitate!

 


A poem for children…and prompt hosted by Bjorn at dVerse.  (Image from pxhere.)

peace…and quiet?

 

pack me light

stamped for camp

undress the stress

in quiet wilderness

 

where grass rustles

stream gurgles clear

beaver crew bustles

clouds thunder near

 

meadow lark sings

mosquitos start riot

forest tree rings

stones, alone, silent

 


Listen to the “sounds of silence” with Dwight tonight at dVerse Poets pub…

 

anniversary pitch

Unknown

 

 

world of poets

online experience rich

blogger friends

a tapestry stitch

 

poetic minds wander like seven year itch

 

often words flow

without a hitch

but some prompts

induce writer’s glitch

while various sites

may bait and switch,

 

d’Verse welcomes all to find their niche!

 

 


Celebrate with us at dVerse Poetics Pub…cheers to seven years! (Pinterest quote by Markus Zusak)

birdie’s b & b

breakfast

image from Carpe Diem

 

morning of wedding
in small town setting
pass the raspberry jam

baskets of muffins
platters of melons
eggs with sausage & ham

under the arbor
of appetite’s ardor
the groom, his men & fam

raise teacups to toast us
(july sun ’bout roasts us)
antique china serves glam!

 

 

 

 

 

 


Eleven years ago today, our oldest son married his sweet bride in Corsica, S. Dakota. Our hostess served us a sumptuous breakfast out in the orchard.

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