01 Apr 2020
by lynn__
in rhyming verse
Tags: classy, education, hat, lassies, laughter, purple, red, style
yes, growing older
but not “elderly” yet
in fact, feeling bolder
with new friends i’ve met
make statement of fashion
wearing purple and red
deep colors of passion
circle hats upon heads
fun club for ten lassies
monthly travels around
visit places quite classy
while laughter abounds
we live and we learn
shop & dine as an art
the education we earn
keeps brain cells smart
if you see us round town
please give us a smile
we’re the happy red hatters
“live-out-loud” is our style!
Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Sarah hosts “seeing red” poetry prompt!
25 Mar 2020
by lynn__
in quote, rhyming verse, tercet, Uncategorized
Tags: Covid-19, loss, moon, pandemic, pray, the Light
such times of great loss can open our eyes
to see truth more clearly and recognize lies
will you find any comfort in political ties?
a plague is upon us, mutant Covid-19
streets almost empty, few people are seen
how can we possibly wash our hands clean?
ashes to ashes, we chant mournful tune
whoever thought they would die so soon?
“barn’s burnt down, now i can see moon.”
in night’s deepest darkness, the Light brightly shines
to show us the path in these difficult times:
“Do not be afraid…because you are Mine!”
will we humble ourselves, even kneel down to pray
asking God to forgive our proud wandering ways?
may He grant us his mercy and restore us today.
Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Mish encourages us to write on this quote: “Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon” – Mizuta Masahide.
Photo by Fusion Medical Animation on Unsplash.
17 Jan 2020
by lynn__
in rhyming verse, Uncategorized
Tags: blog, book, gift, grandkids, haiku, publish, words
my uncertainty
“so-lill-oh-qwee”
has a solo feel
vulnerably real…
if i publish a book
will anyone look?
read my haiku and
sneeze, hah-choo!
it would be a gift
i think, to kids and
grandkids <wink>
or just for myself
to set on a shelf?
oh my, i sigh at the
cost, the expense
of time and money
task seems immense
my words must play
will write blog today
Talking to myself and linking to dVerse Poets where Frank suggests we write a soliloquy…
19 Dec 2019
by lynn__
in rhyming verse
Tags: daffy, fair, gift, summmer, surprise, taffy
what’s in this package? why do you ask me?
i can’t give it away ’til you open and see!
it’s something you’ll like, a favorite sweet
the taste of summer in this fair-time treat
so push, pull or twist it until you are daffy
jaw-open surprise…chewy salt-water _ _ _ _ _!
A riddle rhyme in the Swedish gift-giving tradition for Bjorn’s prompt at dVerse!
26 Sep 2019
by lynn__
in rhyming verse, Uncategorized
Tags: bullies, bureaucracy, education, humpty dumpty, identity, kids
“I do not see the world at all; I invent it.” from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923. Link to dVerse poetics hosted by Amaya this week.
Beware the yellow school bus
with cheery windows bright
it threatens to take all of us
and re-educate us right!
Leave your mama & your papa
watch your family disappear
bureaucracy will dictate how
we spend each school year
Bullies learn from Darwin
it’s survival of the fittest
teachers hear from Kinsey
pedophiles are hippest
Identity is how you feel
(forget biology)
kick God out, he isn’t real
(fascist philosophy)
Unicorns and mermaids
rewrite history after all
fluff mis-education may
result in Humpty’s fall
Everyone’s a victim
disenchantment is the rule
let’s politicize the system
then send adults to school!
11 Sep 2019
by lynn__
in rhyming verse, Uncategorized
Tags: alpacas, doves, mental health, palm tree, stigma, zoo
in
sanity’s measured continuum
continue to march to drum
did you know alpacas hum?
so
hum to yourself like alpacas do
they won’t bite, but will you?
if howl growl, put me in “zoo”
to
write bright fantastical poetry
under plastical poet’s tree, see?
inflated palm lights-up for free
on
this blog written by “mad hatter”
a pinch of craziness won’t matter
just stir into my pancake batter
as
flapjacks flip, overturn life’s game
healthy dis-ease is recovery’s aim
let go of stigma and false shame!
(give freudian therapy all the blame)
Poeming with Laura at dVerse about mental health. I admire my family members who’ve lived bravely through mental illness to recovery. NAMI is a national organization in the U.S.that offers resources and support!
04 Sep 2019
by lynn__
in ekphrastic, poem for children, rhyming verse
Mish at dVerse Poetics inspires us with the lovely art of Beverly Dyer…and today I did paint one wall of our living room “purple suede”!
paint a purple wall
pluck a purple plume
pick a purple wildflower
play a purple tune
write a purple poem
wear a purple dress
climb a purple mountain
make a purple mess
eat a purple plum
fly a purple kite
plant a purple garden
dream a purple night
tired of my purple riot?
let’s do violet!
Purple Wildflower by Beverly Dyer
21 Aug 2019
by lynn__
in rhyming verse
Tags: faults, fools, mirror, reflective, smoke, soul
mirror, mirror, on the wall
could make fools of us all
walking past, we catch a glance
practice pomp and circumstance
if glass surface’s too reflective
naked soul knows we’re defective
we see ourselves, then look away
don’t focus on our faults today
mirror fogs with each warm breath
face clear truth before cold death
scripture’s gracious mirror heed
words of life are what we need
be not afraid to look in mirror
for hellish smoke is to be feared
Joining Amaya at dVerse poetics for a “smoke & mirrors” prompt.
17 Aug 2019
by lynn__
in rhyming verse, sestina
Tags: creation, fall, man, paradise, redemption, restoration, sacrifice, sin
A man is wed to land as dear as wife
and for his farm he‘ll gladly sacrifice
what is his livelihood becomes his life
such dedication keeps away most vice
invested time gives meaning in the strife
as he creates his own small paradise
reflection of first garden paradise
tilling the land together, man and wife
completely innocent of hate or strife
man gladly gave his rib, small sacrifice
but snake twisted the truth of God’s advice
eating forbidden fruit embittered life
to work in sweat would be man’s lot in life
rebellion led them out of paradise
their eyes opened to every evil vice
still-birth of sin brought pain to Adam’s wife
to cover shame requires blood sacrifice
our fall brought all creation death and strife
seeds of weed, thistle, and thorn now rife
disease and aging process shortens life
to bear children demands self-sacrifice
we cannot find way back to paradise
now shame’s dark secrets divide man and wife
our world is broken by our greed and vice
the Enemy holds captives in sin’s vise
conquers the world with anger, fear, and strife
cools the love between each man and wife
our stubborn pride leads miserable life
the only way to restore paradise
would be a perfect human sacrifice
God’s Son offered himself as sacrifice
divine and human free of any vice
for Christ alone can restore paradise
and put an end to all our sin and strife
if choose to follow him, we find true life
he loves the church as his own precious wife
to work the land ‘mid sacrifice and strife
farmer’s advice says his is still best life
earth’s paradise shared with beloved wife
This sestina surprised me by turning theological…I think it was the repeating/rhyming word choices I made that lent itself to themes of creation/fall/redemption/restoration. A sestina has six stanzas of six lines followed by a 3-line envoi each with a complicated pattern of final words repeated. This challenging form is described in detail by our host Victoria at d’Verse Poets.
29 Jul 2019
by lynn__
in quadrille, rhyming verse
Tags: bananas, freckles, kids, speckles, toads, trout
kids have ‘em on their noses
toads have ‘em on their toes-es
bananas get ‘em when yummy ripe
trout wear ‘em with tummy stripe
speckles of sunlight shine upon leaves
treckles of water dripping from eaves
when all’s said and done
freckles are fun!
charlotte sun
No changing freckles and no editing this poem 🙂 It’s a quadrille with exactly 44 words for Mish’s prompt at dVerse poets pub tonight.
26 Jun 2019
by lynn__
in quatrain, rhyming verse
Tags: dusk, fireflies, garden, june bug, rhubarb, slug, snake
Wandering past my dusky wet garden
twilight meets me, dancing with fireflies
cicadas serenade blades of tall ditch grass
pink clouds palely kiss soft lavender skies
Wondering if snake stripes glow nocturnal,
i startle at whirred flight of june beetle bug
humid air oppressed by scant scent of skunk
rippled rhubarb leaf umbrellas sleeping slug.
See Laura’s prompt at dVerse Poets inspired by naturalist poet, Laurie Lee. He sought simplicity in his poetry; often written in 1st person, quatrain form, ABCB rhyme.
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