too busy for God
past moment of redemption
forever thirsty
Linking to The Lent Project which includes a powerful poem by Billy Collins…
distracted to death?
11 Apr 2025 6 Comments
in senryu Tags: distraction, God, hell, redemption, thirst
covenant marriage
10 Apr 2025 1 Comment
polar attraction
love respects love’s promises
wholly embodied
humans desire connection
trust…worthy of protection
dem bones done walkin’
06 Apr 2025 Leave a comment
in haiku Tags: bison, bones, prairie
dry bone collectors
follow slaughter of bison
bleached white on prairie
fruit & nuts
02 Apr 2025 4 Comments
in tanka Tags: almond, apple, blossom, rain, spring
apples and almonds
begin as delicate buds
which blossom in spring
if cloudy skies rain too blue
fragile flowers fall like snow
Tanka inspired by Van Gogh and Megan Willome…and spring rains ☔️
pinocchio has pug nose
01 Apr 2025 18 Comments
in free verse Tags: lies, poetic license, truth
quite honestly,
we tell each other
sweet LITTLE lies
all the fine time (but
expressly in poetry)
it seems we TRULY
like/speak/hear/read
FALSE pretenses and
sly(ight) exaggerations
it’s our native tongue
(FORKed, of courssse)
artfully twisted answers
to queries of how we
are OR how we look,
or do you think i’m fat?
(but we’re being polite
and NEVER political!)
now when poetic tries
to be provocative, she
simply claims LICENSE
can you easily read
between the li(n)es??
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April Fools Day so Melissa asks dVerse poets to lie to her but i must tell the truth 😉
lenten witness
30 Mar 2025 2 Comments
in tanka Tags: gethsemane, Jesus, lent, resurrection, suffering
human olive press
squeezes sweat as drops of blood
pleading with Father
“remove this cup from me yet
not my will but yours be done”
sleepers in garden
cannot stay awake to pray
soldiers with torches
betrayer kisses cheek as
followers flee to shadows
scourged, mocked, tortured
spikes pounded into wood beams
asphyxiation
forgives ignorance of
cruel executioners
king breathes agony
sees dear woman’s salty tears
groans, “behold, your son”
beloved disciple stands near
shares inconsolable grief
darkness cancels light
his earth and heavens protest
bones left unbroken
battle cry: “it is finished!”
first fruits of all who must die
hard seed in cold ground
his lifeless body buried
decomposition
after three days, he breaks forth
tremor cracks open life’s tomb!
may we bear witness
broken open by great love
well-watered with truth
growing freely in his light
as resurrection people
miss curiosity
26 Mar 2025 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: cats, child, curiosity, humble, learn, questions
curiosity is a wild child
wide-eyed, open-eared,
she turns every direction
sometimes hard to focus
speaks only in questions
she asks “why” and “how”
always tries to learn more
about everything, everyone;
which is endearing trait for
good student or best friend
her interest intensely genuine
but curiosity has a cruel side
she gets good little monkeys
into all manner of mischief and
has inadvertently killed cats.
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Mish at dVerse invites us to “personify the abstract” 🙂
POTUS operandi
26 Mar 2025 4 Comments
forsooth,
his shocking words may burn thine ears
remember, jester’s only “king” four years
alack, peasants too easy swoon from news
despaired panic uncouth response to choose
such brash hyperbole be lord’s weapon
with cheeky speech his enemies undone
(truth: northern neighbor ne’er a state t’will be
nor gaza trump’s “golden resort” e’er see!)
yet let us not defend old status quo:
dragon of debt and spending still our foe
real border shalt define our nation state
(who doth not want thy country to be great?!)
sleepy joe’s reign we could no longer fake
at least, my friends, this president’s awake!
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Sometimes we take politics and politicians too seriously…they are neither source nor solution of every problem. As a people, Americans must find common ground (or divided we fall).
Remember this cautionary quote: “America is great because she is good. If America ceases to be good, America will cease to be great.” – Alexis de Tocqueville
your heart on my sleeve
18 Mar 2025 18 Comments
Inspiration (with a twist) from poem by e.e. cummings, [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] and linked to dVerse poets pub where Sanaa hosts poetics today…
i carry your heart on my sleeve (son of
my heart) you are always (my pride) a part of me
i will never want to be without (with you
in my heart) and your heart on my sleeve
i believe
you have become best part of me (and i
remain still part of you) even though we are apart
separate now yet not now (or ever really if
you believe) in maternal love carried in
my heart
heartbeat of life (also heard by your four
brothers) like sleeve on your arm (genetically
wrapped band of brothers) bonded by blood, rooted
in our family tree, nourished by me (you see
i carry) your hearts on my sleeve
my sons
who will save the poets?!
17 Mar 2025 26 Comments
in prosery Tags: creation, destruction, hell, life, light, lullaby, rebels
Bjorn invites us to write 144 words of prosery incorporating a specific line from Leonard Cohen…check out prompt at dVerse Poets.
We desire the source; seek essence of light, love, and life itself.
Recognize great I AM who ignited the sun, hung the moon, sparked stars, spun planets. He formed man in His image from earth’s dirt and breathed life into limp lungs. Ribbing aside, he brought woman to help lonely man and declared pairing to be very good. Their love would fill the earth with children.
But the Enemy, who hates God and his creation, deceives willing humans with promises of autonomy, wealth, and power. We’ve become a race of rebels, bent on destruction of ourselves, each other, and our garden planet. We turn away from a loving Father and insist on choosing shadowed paths.
So you want it darker? We can blow out flickering candles of hope one by one …but do you ever wonder if there’s a lullaby for suffering in hell?
goodbye/hello
12 Mar 2025 3 Comments
in classical haiku Tags: robins, snow, spring, sun
dirty snow melting
sun’s warmth caresses my face
welcome robins back
beautiful rib
10 Mar 2025 5 Comments
in WaltMarie Tags: adam, eve, human, rib, woman
naked at adam’s side
eve is
mother of all the living
not born;
she’s formed by her Father
yet flesh
of husband’s flesh
and bone
of human bone
woman!
Another “WaltMarie” name poem… inspired by our pastor’s “Lenten Bones” series.
a poem in my pocket 
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