Noel.
Hark to the sound
Of angel song above,
Announcing God’s great gift of Love.
Noel!
photo courtesy of Geralt @ pixabay.com
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photo courtesy of Geralt @ pixabay.com
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photo courtesy of Geralt @ pixabay.com

photo courtesy of Kalhh @ pixabay.com
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Reaching
Beyond the scope
Of my understanding
To find the substance of my life:
It’s God.
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Rainstorm
At the grocer’s.
Just as I was all done.
My cart full of goodies is now
All wet!
I too
Am now soaked through.
Left umbrella in car.
Stupid and now paying for it:
Drip, drip.

Winter
Is trying hard
To stick around too long.
My daffodils are ’bout to pop:
Hurry!

Static:
Bane of winter.
Each time I take off coat
Or hat. Or slide across car seat.
Ouch! Ouch!
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Sleepy.
In a quand’ry:
All my laundry’s waiting.
Giving in to sleep will leave me
Naked.
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I’ve chosen to write poetry today. The following is a set of stanzas in cinquain form.
TELL
Tell me,
Is there a balm
That heals a broken heart?
That comforts and restores a soul?
Tell me.
And please,
Is there a cure
For sickness and disease?
Is there a power strong enough
To heal?
Tell me,
Is there cleansing
From sin’s embedded stain —
A solvent that can purify
All men?
Tell me,
Is there someone
Who knows the truths of life —
Who can be trusted to lead us
Aright?
Oh, yes!
There is a balm —
A cure for soul and flesh —
A purifying solvent for
All sin
And yes,
There is a God
Who came to earth Himself
To pay the price for us and set
Us free.
He bought
Our liberty
With His own precious blood.
He is Himself the way, the truth,
The life.
His name:
Jesus, the Christ.
And everyone who calls
He will receive. Now that you know,
Go tell.
Even though this challenge is titled “five-minute free write,” I am not restricting myself to writing for just 5 minutes. I’m using this challenge to spur myself to write daily after being in a rather stagnate state due to a grievous loss in my life and its effect on my creativity. So as I discipline myself to write something based on the daily prompt, I am allowing myself to continue to write until I feel released each day.
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Wise Owl,
I’m mystified
About why you’re thought wise.
Is it your hunting skills, or just
Big eyes?
It seems
That when it comes
To communication,
Vocabulary isn’t your
Strong point.
“Who, Who”?
I mean — Get real —
Those words show ignorance.
Yet men believe wisdom resides
In you?
Ah well,
Still mystified,
I will concede I like
To hear you “sing” while others sleep —
At night.
Also posted for Daily Post Prompt: Leaf. Since my owl is sitting in a tree with leaves, I figure this little bit of cinquain fits the prompt.
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Composed in memory of my dearest friend, who went from this life 10 days ago — much too soon and too quickly: Kent Bartholomew Mann (1957-2017).
[Daily Post Prompt: Priceless]
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Yes, it’s just a little book — only 68 pages — but it’s the first book I’ve ever done that’s totally devoted to cinquain. As most of you, my readers, know, I fell in love with this unique American poetic form a couple years ago, and since then I’ve written cinquain on almost every subject under the sun.
So if you enjoy poetry — and having fun with it — you’ll probably enjoy this book. It was just launched today on Amazon. You’ll find a very short sample on the Amazon site, and many of you have read most of the poems that are in it as I’ve created them and published them individually on this very blog. But so many were written a couple years ago, that I don’t think you’ll find it boring to revisit them —- that is if you enjoy that form of poetry to begin with.
Anyway, you can find the book HERE in paperback for only $4.95. (I should probably tell you that some of the poems have accompanying pictures, and the Amazon sample shows those pictures in color. However, the actual book has black & white pics.)
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