his & her harleys

 

teen-age male on 

testosterone

in search of new 

thrills-on-wheels

dreams of motorcycle;

engine roar combines

with speed’s blur…

wind-in-face freedom.

middle-age parents’

experienced concern

envisions fragile-ness 

of life-and-limb;

postpone possibility

until son leaves family nest…

 


Forty-four word quadrille for “cycle” prompt at dVerse Poets this week…

lifespan

 

breathe

receive

leave

believe

achieve

grieve

bereave

 

 

easter surprises

Etheree poem meets “bouquet and greenery” challenge at Ramblings of a Writer.

 

oh

festive

easter day

snowy outside

greenery indoors

we expect spring colors

winter white surprises world

garden bulbs hidden underground

bouquet of tulips brightens our feast

celebrate Son who died, then rose to life

 

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photo by lynn

 

 

bare branches

Kristjaan at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai  features “troiku” (each line of initial haiku is beginning line of three more haiku in a series). I wrote my own haiku to begin…

 

bare branches burst forth

spring budding freshly green leaves

renewal of life

 

bare branches burst forth

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photo by lynn

birds improvise on treesong

winter’s day is done

 

spring buds fresh green leaves

young rabbits nibble new grass

first tulips open

 

renewal of life

gentle scent follows spring rain

promise of apples

psalm for earth day

Psalm 104 is a poem that celebrates creation! I write a humble triolet for earth day. Okay, I’m a day late but to a farmer every day is earth day, right?!

 

bless the Lord who forms the earth
he calls us to be caretakers
let creatures thrive, let life give birth

bless the Lord who forms the earth
air, water, soils of priceless worth
forgive us wasteful mess makers

bless the Lord who forms the earth
he calls us to be caretakers

 

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free image – liturgy website

down the drain

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young boy abandoned by drunk father

grows up too fast tough in da’hood

cannot refuse “the brothers”

mother feels desperate

now he’s serving life

– s o l i t a r y –

confinement

silent

cell

 

 


“Nonet” of 9 lines, each with descending syllable count, formed unique shape…

fruity freefall

De at dVerse challenges us to write a quadrille (44 words) with a little “zip” in it!


 

hey, bae, it’s okay

take poetic time-out

creative juice surf’s up

let your imagination

go zip-lining!

paintbrush crush

colour your wourld

kiwi lime and cyanberry

don’t refrain

your right(eous) brain

from livin’ life out loud

make magnetic magic

taste tangy tangerine

whee feelin’ gigglee!

 

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mortal immortality

And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.   -Genesis 2:7  (KJV)

 

the soul

is a spark

is a flicker

is a flame

 

lit by holy fire

fanned by living breath

 

exhaled into existence

encoded in DNA

embodied in flesh

enveloped in love

 

to live

to learn

to laugh

to lament

 

until death separates.

 

never extinguished

ever released

 

to an eternity of life’s choice:

with or without the Keeper of souls.

 

 


Inspired, in part, by the scribblings of the beautiful souls who are dVerse Poets.

still frame

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photo by lynn

 

stop…look…and listen

to your now amazing life

pay attention…please!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Atypical haiku inspired by book, The Remarkable Ordinary by Frederick Buechner.

 

the source

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I John 4:19

 

Jesus IS…the first,

best,

greatest,

true love of my life.

 

God IS…the author

of all real love.

He pursues his own with a

relentless,

unconditional,

irresistible gracious love.

 

In fact,

“God is crazy about YOU…and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

(to quote an anonymous coffee cup)

 

happy valentines day 

 

 

 

 

ethical questions

 

 

how long believe
blind rhetoric?

why hire doctors
to do harm?

instrumental rape
violates mother with child

what kind of ghastly
choice is offered?

by salt poisoning, chemicals,
or crunch of infant skull

when will men honor
mothers’ calling?

where have hope’s
children gone?

 

 



Linking with dVerse Poets quadrille prompt…sorry this topic is neither pleasant nor Christmasy. Yet our brokenness and sin is why Christ came…as an infant to a poor, young woman in seemingly scandalous circumstances. Would we have aborted Jesus?

celebrate the child!

 

see life with fresh JOY

grassHOPper / butterFLY as

CHiLD of the Father

 

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