blossom

 

show lover’s color

exude delicate fragrance

bee will make honey

 

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simple request

 

Give us faith (and knees) to be “heaven-bent”

on praying for Your children.

Image

(“Jacob praying” download from Photobucket)

 

 

preapproved

 

thank you, Jesus,

for crediting my debit

account with your

righteous deposit;

paying my bail bond

with forever love that

is more than enough,

adding the generous

interest of God’s mercy

and writing my name

into your will as an

unlikely heiress of our

Father’s kingdom with

free daily benefits of

the Spirit’s gifts plus

an out-of-this-world

retirement plan;

such an offer i’d be

a fool to refuse.

 

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shared with Love Idol movement, based on book (of same title) by Jennifer Dukes Lee

 

 

cherry blossom time

 

soft fragrant beauty

sensational transience

pink clouds mesmerize

 

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(photo prompt on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai)

 

 

woodl and trail

 

snails slide

worms wiggle

gulls glide

jellyfish jiggle

 

cats crouch

dogs dawdle

sloths slouch

wombats waddle

 

ponies prance

bunnies bounce

ducklings dance

panthers pounce

 

kangaroos kick

tigers tumble

porcupines prick

bees bumble

 

bears brawl

lemmings leap

crabs crawl

sheep sleep

 

…and weeee little people?

chitter-chatter, pitter-patter!

 

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for the grands…and all kids at heart  🙂

rejuvenate

 

reaching for the sun

onion bulbs buried in soil

send green shoots upward

 

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“only the first line” from Carpe Diem 

what if it’s true?


My God’s not dead, He’s surely alive!
  (Newsboys)

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(photo from Free Bible Images)

 

evelation of

aster account

urely moves

s to share

eality of

isen Savior,

nthroned

hrist, whose

rue kingdom

nevitably will

verwhelm all

N ations and skeptics.

 

 

“…that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow…and every tongue confess 

that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” -Philippians 2:10 & 11

 

still saturday

 

planting potatoes

bury in ground (like a grave)

wait…green sprouts will rise

 

“self-portrait”

Artwork, Mosaic of Life, by Cheryl Kellar:  http://cherylkellar.com/about

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how does an artist look at oneself objectively?  Picasso’s inscrutable,

Van Gogh looks disturbed, Rembrandt is thoughtful, Durer has angel hair.

we can technically enhance “selfies” to make us seem better than we are

but doesn’t alter fact that we’re naturally selfish and overly self-conscious.

do we recognize that we’re meant to be a masterpiece?  yes, created

in 3-dimensional form of body, mind, spirit…breathing, animated flesh

a living sculpture shaped by a loving Master, in his very image…yet,

afraid of his reflection, we paint over our mirror with dull, ugly colors.

i am thankful He found me – reclaimed, reframed to display in his gallery.

beauty himself pays highest bid, saves from auction and re-creates art!

 

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Prompt by Brian at d’Verse, missed “linkie” by 5 minutes!

Check out their poets’ pub (see sidebar).  

 

 

face of addiction

photo from Phyllis Galembo’s “Maske” collection shared with d’VersePoets

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temptation wears

a lovely face but her

henchman snarls…

it’s frightful how easy

we can be chained:

in foolish company

an unwise choice

becomes a bad habit

grows in power to

dominate life until

it’s unrecognizable

hidden behind a mask

of pain and regret.

 

 

fandango

 

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under

lush green

canopy of

rainforest,

 

mango man

can tango, man,

 

with

orangutan

rhythms,

 

strutting his

burlap suit

and faux

gorilla

slippers.

 

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Inspired by mask photography of Phyllis Galembo and Anthony Desmond’s prompt at d’Verse.  My son chose this photo (from my 3 favs) and dubbed it “mango man” so i went with it…

 

 

the daily grind

 

Come in,

fresh-brewed

aroma greets

new day’s

patrons.

 

Early morning

regulars, seated

along counter,

turn stools to

eye new-comer

not wearing farm

cap and overalls.

Take their joe black,

swallow with local

market reports,

stir in complaints

about the weather.

 

 

Let’s do lunch—

animated cluster

of girlfriends

chatting over

old times and

new photos

of grandkids.

Laughter ripples

across bowls

of tomato soup,

toasty paninis

on the side.

 

 

Brisk afternoon

brings out

drive-thru

customers

who willingly

accept offer

of just baked

chocolate chunk

cookies to go

with a frothy

cappuccino

or chai tea.

 

Brief lull to

wipe tables

before evening

cafe crowd

trickles in.

 

Couples

converse,

clasping

steamy lattes

while college

students

lounge in

over-stuffed

chairs, staring

into glow of

personal

devices.

 

Caffeine is

on the menu

until barista

gathers last

empty cup,

manager

reconciles

register and

front door

jingles softly

as late-night

bean lover exits.

 

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Day 15 of National Poetry Month…half-way mark of

this month’s challenge to write a poem a day!

 

 

 

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