attitude of gratitude

Weekend writing challenge on “gratitude” with Sammi Cox   

For undulations of the hills
for desert, daisies, daffodils
for love’s sweet longing family fills
God give us grateful hearts.

For grass to grow, mow everywhere
for pizza, pickles, peach and pear
for every breath we breathe of air
God give us grateful hearts.

For hiking, biking mountain steep
for swimming, surfing oceans deep
for every day our lives you keep
God give us grateful hearts.

For puppies, kittens, goldfish, frogs
for horses, cows, and baconed hogs
for reading books and writing blogs
God give us grateful hearts.

 

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image from wikipedia

man of the soil

formed of elements
found in dirt

humble dust
on torn tee shirt

patient farmer
works fertile soil

all year harvesting
hope for toil

plant every spring,
gather in fall

watch crops grow
green, all stand tall

by sweat of brow
coax life from sod

till soul returns
to soil’s God.


We’re playing in the dirt with Bjorn for dVerse poetics this week…

weather gets bad rap

may day!

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photo by lynn

may day
winter has
a hay day
weather is
a melee
tulips in dis-
-may sway
robins go
cra cra
dare to
stay, say
welcome
May day
to I-o-way

oh, yay!

poem in your pocket day

When i began this blog 5 Mays ago, i did not realize today is designated annual “Poem in Your Pocket Day” by The League of Canadian Poets and Academy of American Poets!  How cool is that?  Here’s a pocket-sized poem for the occasion.

a fresh poem

home-grown in

fertile loam of

heart’s dark tome

let thoughts roam

new ideas phloem

seeded, weeded, and

(hopefully) read(ed)

whether new haiku

or favorite sonnet

remember

to carry a

poem in

your pocket!

weather…or not

A poem for the child in all of us 🙂

 

when winds blow mean

snowflakes scream

as they downstream fastimages

 

when no winds niggle

snowflakes giggle

as they squiggle past

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Artist: Sherry Evaschuk     Artwork Title: Hearts afire


two he(art)s ignite fire

heat waves of desire

old dreams be yearnin’

new memories burnin’

but just lust is lyre (liar)

trust stirs flames higher

real love colors bright

true blue lovers right

veins bleedin’ energy

he(art)s needin’ synergy

married love k(not) hot!

sasquatch serenade

 
dawn breaks camp in ouchita national forest

dark road winds, winds, winds

thru tall pines, pines, pines

 
fog stretches fingers between wooded hills

low mist finds, finds, finds

story lines, lines, lines

 
legends of sightings persist near beaver bend

where our minds, minds, minds

notice signs, signs, signs

 

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mid-night noel

Linking to dVerse Poets. Kim hosts and shares this night-time panorama!

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Wroclaw, Poland – photo by kim

 

nights razzle city

lights dazzle pretty

merry Christmastide

fairy carriage ride

trees displayed there

seen in market square

river shines reflection

mirrors celebration

dragon in fountain

shadow of mountain

steeple tickles sky

people trickle by

carolers swell song

cathedral bells gong

haze glows of gaslight

maze lit  til midnight

garden gnome poem

 
 
my garden is…

a nurturing place

rejuvenating space

my garden grows…

green food for health

veggies’ bountiful wealth

my garden knows…

thorn pricks can hurt

worms benefit dirt

my garden shows…

shoes track in mud

fingernails collect crud

my garden flows…

slime trails of slugs

bees’ honeyed hugs

my garden hoes…

weeds will NOT win

squeaks windmill spin

my garden chose…

to raise leafy praise

for long summer days

 

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Joining with poetic gardeners at dVerse Poets on Kim’s garden theme!

*blowin’ in the wind

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earth’s richest

black prairie sod

iowa: “beautiful land”

created by God

claimed by man

wrested from dakota hand

busted, homesteaded,

settled, plowed and

tightly fenced now

as livestock farmers

raise calves from cows

how long sustainable?

dust bowl-like shroud

wind so untamable

we’re losing ground!


*Title from a favorite Bob Dylan song…he recently received a Nobel Peace Prize.  (One good thing about a wet fall this year is less dirt in the air.)

seasonal affective quadrille

Written for dVerse poets quadrille #15 on “leaves” theme.
 

cicada chorus hums in grass

daylight shuffles a retreat

autumnal dirge crescendos fast

music follows frosty sleet

 

mournful geese raise the call

barren branches grieve their leaves

flutter down in wistful fall

time’s march sighs reprieve

 

when voice of pumpkin

sings ripely from garden

Tea Party with Friends

 

Out on the lawn under a tree

with tables set quite daintily

a floral scent inside the tent

where Bethel ladies take their tea.

 

Cookie for you, a scone for me

small sandwiches cut diagonally

drink hot or cold, pour flavors bold

when Bethel ladies take their tea.

 

Our host is Ms. Mary Jo Lee

a proper southern belle is she

invites us chat, imagine that’s

why Bethel ladies take their tea.

 

Wear fancy hat to grand partay

recite a poem or play croquet

switch chairs on run, stir in good fun

how Bethel ladies take their tay!

 

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photo credit:  Karen Wynia

 

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