Coffee
Is on my mind.
A smooth yet robust roast:
Tantalizing aroma and
Rich taste.
I must
Now brew a pot —
Enough to share with friends.
A treat this special deserves to
Be shared.
Coffee-Minded Cinquain
Poetry
Craving Candy — limerick
It is candy I’m craving today.
Just can’t get enough; there’s no way.
I have bought by the bag,
And my conscience it nags,
That I’m eating too much every day.
I have friends who are nutritionists,
And to eat healthily they insist,
I feel guilty as sin,
When I spend time with them,
So their company I’ve had to miss.
Every time I must go to the store
I check my sweet stash to make sure
That I have quite enough
Of the stress-easing stuff,
And if not, I make sure to buy more.
Yes, I know that I eat to de-stress;
It’s a weakness in me, I confess.
But these sugary treats
Keep me smiling and sweet.
Health food never has that much success.
Be Nice; It’s Easier
Be nice.
It’s not too hard.
It takes some discipline
But much less energy than when
We’re mean.
The Passing
Today the old chief passed,
Enwreathed by potent memories
Of battles fierce, of freedoms lost,
Of smoking pipe with enemies
Who swore to keep the peace treaties
But quickly spurned such promises
When greed for lands gained upper hand.
Today the old chief passed
And hastened to his ancestors,
To mountains, valleys, fertile plains,
Sparkling rivers, fields of grain,
Miles and miles of vast domain
Where Cherokee live free again,
Never again to be betrayed.
The old chief passed today.
Lighthouse Cinquain and Ink Sketch
Lighthouse
On edge of cliff,
Stands serene and secure,
Consistently abating dark
With light.
Drifting
Drifting:
My mind’s aloft,
Swept by the winds of doubt.
Could lose my way unless I face
The sun.
Could lose my way unless I face
The Son.
(I’ve taken a little liberty with the cinquain form in the poem above, but I think it does a perfect job for the purpose of the message.)
Love & Marriage
Today would be my mom and dad’s 75th wedding anniversary — if they were still on this earth. They were very much in love their whole lives, and my sister and I benefited from their love because it made them terrific parents. I’m dedicating this little cinquain to them.
Marriage:
It takes a lot
Of effort and good will,
And love that puts another first.
Quite rare.
But two
People I know
Invested selflessly
In two becoming one with great
Success.
Stripes — Tso’i Poetry
I like stripes.
Fundamental designs,
They give variety, but keep stability.
Combinations abound.
Dream decor.
Worry — cinquain
Worry
Is such a drag.
It’s weight upon my soul
Drags down my body and my mind;
Wastes time.
Jesus
Had much to say
‘Bout giving it no place:
“Do not let your heart be troubled;
Trust Me.”
His words
Are quite profound.
They mean I have a choice.
So I’m replacing worry with
His love.
Signs of the Times – Haiku
Empty lecture halls,
School online for near future:
Degrees in Covid.
What I’m Doing for NaPoWriMo
Just a little note to let my followers here know that for this year’s National Poetry Writing Month 30-day challenge, I’m writing and posting all my poems on my regular poetry site: AHYOKA. So if you’re interested in following the 30 days of new poems, just hop over there. In past years, I’ve posted the NaPoWriMo poems on this site, but I’m trying to get myself more organized, and I don’t always have time to post them here and on the poetry site both. So it’s only right to let the AHYOKA site do the job.
Hope to see all you poetry lovers over there. 🙂
Embattled Faith — Cinquain
Drowning:
Engulfed by loss.
Deluged and overwhelmed
In loss so deep I despair of
Rescue.
Crisis:
Where is my faith?
That beacon in the dark
That once did lead me straight to God
Grows faint.
His Word
Still beckons me
To listen and believe.
Oh, that my heart could answer, “Yes!”
Once more.
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Sunlight Cinquain
Diamonds
Dancing on lake
Take my breath away.
Their beauty is a love gift from
Sunlight.
Come Spring
Come, Spring;
Come, gentle Spring,
And beckon us to life again.
We’ve wallowed long in dark and death,
Despairing of a better day.
But once again, with breath awash with sunlight,
You’ve pressed your gentle way into the cold and gloom
And bid us rise to meet you with a smile.
Wounded But Preparing for a Comeback
True freedom and morality have taken a hard hit in the U. S. since the last presidential election, but all is not lost. There is an amazing movement of citizens who have finally awakened to the need to be much more vigilant and proactive than ever before — and a whole new generation of conservatives who are not afraid to break free of the establishment and actually fight for the freedoms our forefathers gave everything to win for us. Just thought I’d post a little haiku on that subject.
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Waving proud and free —
Liberty’s banner endures:
Battered but not lost.
