I watched the children at their play
Left to their own devices
Selfishness and pride ruled the day
They seemed to forget what nice is
I saw the ones who had no toys
Longingly eye the others
The rich, the privileged girls and boys
Ignored by their busy mothers
On each small innocent face
I saw a measure of pain
What they needed was a helping of grace
So abundant love might reign
The poor kids think they’re missing out
The rich kids equate love with things
What both need I have no doubt
Is the love of the King of kings
But who will teach them how to love
And receive love in return
You and I must show grace from above
To create peace for which we all yearn
There is no scent like eucalyptus
to bring me back to days of yore
Summer sun sweetly gripped us
as down the road on bikes we tore
No Kookaburra graced our gum trees
though a hawk or two was seen
Smelling its scent wafting on the breeze
brings to mind a most peaceful scene
I settle now for its essential oil
to bring me to a stress-free place
Riding again without turmoil
feeling the sun’s warm embrace
For Poetics today at dVerse Poets Pub, Grace is calling for poems about scents and the memories they invoke. The scent that evokes the strongest and best memories for me is that of the Eucalyptus tree, which grew along the main road a block from the house I grew up in down in Southern California.
I heard a whisper
on the breeze
What did it say?
I couldn’t make it out
There it is again
I love you
and I always will
Peace upon the breeze
sweetly wafting from above
Truth to cling to
when breeze becomes a storm
The prompt today at dVerse Poets Pub is to write a Quadrille using the word breeze. I wrote this Quadrille on my Bamboo Spark — all handwritten then converted to digital seemingly by magic.
She drove away from the pizza place
joyful in the knowledge that she had been set free.
No dark cloud appeared.
She realized she was humming along,
tapping her foot to the beat.
As she waited for her pizza to go,
Bad Company played on the radio.
One day, she stopped to get a pizza
on her way home from work.
She felt a weight lifted and joy return.
When she awoke, she knelt and prayed
for the strength to forgive.
One night she dreamed of forgiveness
and knew it was a message from God.
She pondered taking her own life
because she thought she was forever broken.
She spent years in darkness and anger.
She was never the same; whenever she heard Bad Company
a dark cloud would descend upon her.
Afterwards, he drove her home
and left her broken upon her doorstep.
Bad Company played on the radio.
He assaulted her in the front seat of his Lincoln.
He asked if she wanted to go to a party
and she said yes because he seemed nice.
The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write a story in reverse. I couldn’t help but turn each line of this semi-autobiographical story into a verse.
All things new, peace abounds
Singing is an awesome sound
The glory of our God is great
Every need of mine He’ll sate
River of life eternal flows
Tree of life beside it grows
No more sorrow, no more pain
Calf beside the lion has lain
Seraphim and cherubim fly
Nevermore will anyone die
Heaven is a most wonderful place
Promised to all by Jesus’s grace
Last night with my BSF class of 4th & 5th graders, we drew or wrote our visions of heaven. Since my drawing skills don’t go much beyond stick figures I decided to write this poem.
One day this earth will pass away
But until then it’s ours to care
For this gift of God if we dare
We don’t know when will be the day
Because God’s Word does not say
And so the prudent thing to do
Greedy destruction all eschew
Plant and grow flowers, shrubs, and trees
Keep our garbage out of the seas
For humankind, for me, for you
Had to write another décima for dVerse Poets Pub, but this time following the NaPoWriMo prompt for Earth Day.
My soul feels lean
flying bird by bird
like I’m falling up
or whistling in the dark
Yet walking with God day by day
under the banner of heaven
I still believe
in peace like a river
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today is to write a “book spine” poem, or what I’ve always heard called a stack poem. They are fun to “write” and do require a little creativity. Someday I’m going to do this in a bookstore or library where the titles to choose from are endless, but for today I pulled from my own little library. (As I was thinking about writing this, it occurred to me that as more and more people read on Kindles and other e-readers, the stack poem may become a thing of the past, but hopefully not for a long, long time.)
Today is my 95th birthday
and I’m tired
I can’t catch my breath
and my chest feels tight
And I’m tired, so very tired
It’s good to be out of that
awful hospital bed
At my daughter’s house instead
The trips from the hospital
to the rehab center and back
were getting old
Too old for this old lady
Too tiring for this old widow
I should tell you I’m 95 today
I don’t know why the Good Lord
doesn’t just take me home
I’ve been asking Him
for the past five years
I’ve told Him I’m tired
I don’t have the strength
to even get out of bed alone
And I miss Lou something awful
All I can do is pray
and so I do, I pray
maybe watch a little football
Did you know I’m 95, just today
It’s my birthday
I’m tired of birthdays
I hope I don’t have another
I’m just so very tired
I think I’ll just drift off
take a little nap
before family comes to visit
and they expect me to be social
Just a little nappy
Hey, what’s all this?
A birthday party just for me?
Lou, is that you? What are you doing here?
And Jesus? Is it really You?
You threw this 95th birthday party
just for me?
I always knew You loved me
The prompt at dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar today is to write in the first person. I do that a lot and so it didn’t seem like much of a challenge. But then Victoria suggested writing in first person but as someone else. I decided to write from the perspective of a dear old friend of mine who passed away a couple of weeks ago and whose memorial service I will be attending this weekend.
Each day I pray
then say amen
So be it
as the Lord wills
whether yes or no
or maybe Wait
He knows the date
when it will be
that all will come new
So each day I pray
When the Lamb opens the second seal
The red horse and his rider will go out
With power to take the peace of this world
That the end is then nigh there is no doubt
But will the rider find any peace on this earth
Where mothers kill their children and nations war
Despite our songs of peace in a post-hippie culture
We daily venture closer to hatred’s door
They say “let’s coexist” though we are in disagreement
Even so the so-called peaceful want their peace by force
Requiring agreement with them on fundamental issues
Never realizing the need for repentance and remorse
Peace without God is what mankind desires
But such a thing is only temporary
Though we must live in peace as far as we are able
Of mere men promising salvation we must be wary
Amidst the strife and turmoil of this life
The only true peace is that which Jesus gave
The rider on his fiery red horse is surely coming
But can’t take peace from those the Lamb died to save
The Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets Pub this week is brought to us by Bjorn. He’s calling for us to write about peace in a way that is not trite and doesn’t rely on platitudes. The night before reading the prompt, I spent the evening teaching Revelation 6 to fourth graders, so my mind immediately went to the image of the second horseman of the apocalypse. I didn’t have time to write yesterday because I wanted to read the haibuns from Monday first, but as it turned out this one needed overnight to percolate anyway.