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Giggles of a Cutie

I didn’t mean to get him in trouble
But I couldn’t help playing peek-a-boo
with the cutie in front of me
squirming in his father’s arms
at Ash Wednesday service
we’re supposed to be solemn
But I made him giggle
I think God smiled

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Had to share one more real-life experience from this week that involved giggling for dVerse Poets Pub‘s Quadrille Monday.

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God’s Sense of Humor

Do you think
Jesus giggled
as a little Jewish boy

Did He make the children
laugh out loud
when He told them a story

When God created
the platypus
did He chuckle to Adam and say
Look at the crazy creature
I made today

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I’m finally catching up with dVerse Poets Pub‘s Quadrille Monday for this week. The word of the week is giggle. I actually wrote the first two stanza of this on paper on Tuesday evening, but haven’t had time until now to finish it.

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The Holy Ghost

King James and Wycliffe
called Him the Holy Ghost
like He haunted and terrorized
men, women, and children alike
Some terrible ghoul
roaming the graveyards of earth
Representing death and destruction

Yet He is life
Spirit of God
Spirit of truth
Advocate and Counselor

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It’s Quadrille Monday again at dVerse Poets Pub and the word of the day is ghost. The pub opens at noon Pacific Time. Head on over and see what ghostly Quadrilles poets are offering up today.

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Ms. Kruschke’s Kids

This is a Kyrielle I wrote for my niece’s second grade class. I think they liked it!

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Bailey boasts curious classes
One has nine lads and eight lasses
Would-be writers and strong readers
Ms. Kruschke’s second grade Tigers

They learn about magnets and maps
While waiting for recess perhaps
Soccer and playing four corners
Ms. Kruschke’s second grade Tigers

Morning meeting starts each new day
Math, art, and music lead the way
Teaching these promising scholars
Ms. Kruschke’s second grade Tigers

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Divided We’ll Fall

It dawned on me
late last night
before the dawn
there’s only moonlight

The days may be longer
but in darkness they stand
as hatred and murder
shroud our fair land

Together we’d stand
but divided we’ll fall
without our God
one and all

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Quadrille Monday has dawned at dVerse Poets Pub and Bjorn has given us the word “dawn” to incorporate into our 44-word poems. I won’t have time to read any Quadrille’s today, but you should head over and read what others have to write about the dawn and to read one of my favorite Robert Frost poems that Bjorn has quoted. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.

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My Memoir Monster

If my memoir is a monster
Taking on a life of its own
Does that make me Dr. Frankenstein
Madly nurturing what I’ve grown

Or am I more like Dr. Jekyll
Consumed by my Mr. Hyde
A raging egomaniac
Fueled by wanton pride

Maybe it’s Leviathan
The great monster of the sea
Tamed at last by God alone
Just like the sin in me

I wish it were a jigsaw puzzle
Of Bigfoot or old Nessie
With pieces that fit neatly together
Instead of being so messy

In the end it’s just my story
Dying to be told
One page at a time, not in rhyme
Hopefully before I am old

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Decided to share this for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub today.

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Silent Whisper

I hear her whisper in the darkness
Sometimes in the light
I hear her giggle from beneath
the frilly dresses at Costco
Can I have one, Mommy?

She’s not really there
I silenced her voice
thirty-five years ago
But Jesus whispers, She’s with me

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For Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub the word of the day is whisper. Head on over and check out the many Quadrilles offered by the regulars and maybe some newcomers.

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It Curls and Swirls

Tendrils of cigarette smoke
swirl up to my bunk
curl in the air
it stunk

So I’d twirl the crank
open the tiny window
breathe fresh air
through the dusty
musty screen
it stunk

But not as bad
as Old Gold
bare butt smoke

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I missed the first Quadrille Monday of the year at dVerse Poets Pub because we were travelling and I didn’t have time. But I read the prompt and the idea of a short poem using the word “curl” has been swirling in my mind ever since. I decided I’d catch up with Open Link Night

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Pick a Bridge

They call it Bridge City
and if you don’t know
how to get to one of the twelve bridges
(not counting the two in Oregon City)
that you need to take
to get where you’re going
you’re gonna get lost

And don’t try to follow GPS
’cause it’ll tell you to take
either of two lanes to get onto
the Ross Island Bridge
when only the right lane will do

You just better know
how to get there
if you want to bridge the gap
between where you are now
and where you want to be

Bridge City

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For the prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub today Lillian is calling for bridge poems. I wasn’t going to write anything, but Bridge City just wouldn’t get out of my head.

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The Saving Grace of Jello

I don’t really know what cancer is, but mom’s in the hospital having surgery because she has it. I think that’s what Aunt Barb had and she died. I hope mom doesn’t die, too.

We’re visiting her today. She might be ready to come home, but I’m not sure. I hope so. She’s in a nice private hospital. Her room is almost homey with wood trim and soft lighting, not sterile like a typical hospital room. She’s sitting up in bed, propped up with pillows behind her. Her noon meal sits half eaten on the portable tray; she was always a slow eater, but this hospital food seems to have caused her to pick even more than usual. I climb up on the bed next to her and eye what’s left. “Can I have your Jello?” I ask. A half smile crosses her lips as she reckons I can help her clean her plate. “I have to eat it all before I can go home,” she says.

I wasn’t there the last time she went into the hospital. That time it was colon cancer. No one called to tell me she’d been admitted again or how bad it was, so I wasn’t there to eat her Jello. Maybe if I had been she could have come home again.

Rays of summer sun
Overshadowed by dark pall
Cancer beckons death

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It’s Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and guest host Lady Nyo is calling for haibuns involving a childhood memory. If it was May or August, I might have conjured up a happy memory to share. But it’s January and I’m missing my mom so this is what I’ve got for today.

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