Poetry

The Sky Is Falling???

| Sandra Pavloff Conner
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Illustration for “Chicken Little” during early 1900’s.

I think of Chicken Little
When I hear the world is doomed.
It would seem the sky is falling,
And there’s nothing left but gloom.

Disaster by disaster,
It’s reported in the news,
And mega-media stars now
Wailing out their liberal blues.

Seems it’s all the fault of one man
No one thought could ever be
Sitting in the oval office
Working hard to keep us free.

Life was out of balance
And it was an ugly sight:
Illegals, Gays, and Muslims
Were the only ones with rights.

Now suddenly we’re sitting
At a table that’s been turned,
And once again the average guy
Can get the rights he’s earned.

The honest business owner
Whose invested all he’s got
Again can have the freedom
To serve customers or not.

And the Christian workers
Who’ve been faithful employees
Have the same rights now as Muslims
For religious liberties.

And little helpless babies
Resting in their mother’s womb
Now have someone voting
That the womb is not a tomb.

Liberals, they are crying,
Running hateful, wild, and scared.
Chicken Littles all,
Warning that we should beware:

Running through the streets
Crying over what is past.
For them the sky is falling.
They have lost control at last.

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How Do I Love Thee? I Don’t Have a Clue

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

question-faceHow do I love thee?
Frankly, I don’t know.
Your aggravating habits are extreme.
You wear on my patience,
Need forgiveness daily,
Sometimes, I’d like to pull my hair and scream.

How do I love thee?
It is a mystery.
That I should feel the least bit of romance.
Each time I’m with you
I find myself on edge
And often have to look at you askance.

Oh, how do I love thee?
Well, maybe I do not.
It just now dawned on me that this is so.
I don’t really love thee.
Whew! what a relief.
I think I’ll simply pack my bags and go.

 

 

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Daily Post Prompt: I Have a Lovely Rhythm in My Bones

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

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I have a lovely rhythm in my bones.
It’s sort of soft and groovy, and beguiling.
I’m in the mood for waltzing over stones,
And even if I fell, I’d come up smiling.

It’s now becoming kind of quick and quirky –
This rhythm – as it runs throughout my soul.
My feet are tapping now – a little jerky;
And there’s no stopping me; I’m on a roll.

I got up feeling tired and kind of lazy,
But then I thought about the guy I love.
That’s all it took to jump-start this great rhythm;
It’s put me in top form and in the groove.

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Prompt Nights: Valentine’s Day Special

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

Well, it’s only natural that the topic for this week should be “love.”  I decided to offer up one serious piece and one not-so-serious (make that totally irreverent) piece. I’m sure you’ll be able to decide which is which. And you might as well hop over to “A Dash of Sunny” and take part in this week’s challenge.

LOVE RUNS THROUGH ME

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Like a stream running through the mountains,
Like a cool wind sweeping o’er the plains,
Like a river rushing to the ocean,
Like blood coursing through the veins,

Like a current running through a cable,
Like a song swirling through the mind,
Like inspiration flowing through the poet,
Like compassion coursing through the kind,

So love for you is running through my soul,
Super-charging me; causing me to grow,
Reminding me that loving makes us whole.

 

VALEDICTION TO A PASSING LOVE

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I have not loved you well,
Nor have I loved you long.
So it is with no strong regret
I sing this parting song.

Your passage through my life
Has barely touched my soul,
So mourning will not weigh me down.
In fact, I feel quite whole.

Adieu, my love, adieu.
I bid you fond goodbye.
And at your grave, for memory’s sake,
A few tears I will cry.

 

 

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Daily Post Prompt: Heard

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

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I heard
The word ‘cinquain.’
It popped into my head.
And so I knew I had to write
Cinquain.

My motto is this: If you want to participate in a “Daily Post” prompt, but you have nothing of substance to write — write a cinquain. Now, it isn’t that I don’t feel cinquain can have substance. It’s more the fact that, for some reason (maybe because I like the form so much), I seem to be able to write a cinquain on almost any subject under the sun. In fact, that point makes me want to write one about — what else — the sun.

Sunshine
Poured out on me
Is like a lovely bath:
It cleanses and invigorates
My soul.

Okay. I’m done now. Here’s the link in case you want to have a go at today’s prompt.

 

 

 

Daily Post Prompt: The Scent of You

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

 

woman-looking-up-for-profileThe scent of you:
It calls me from my worried place
And draws me into quiet peace
As your essence gently folds
Around my soul.

The scent of you:
It fills my senses with delight
And stirs the embers of desire
Into a lavish, living fire
That satisfies.

The scent of you:
It causes me to seek to know
My inner self, my deepest soul,
And then to strive to be the best
That I can be.

 

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Daily Post Prompt: Yellow

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

Well, this is a another oldie that I pulled from the archives, but it fits the prompt so perfectly that I couldn’t resist.

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YELLOW

Yellow sun, yellow moon,
Yellow ribbon on yellow balloon;

Yellow crayons for coloring,
Yellow bird that chirps and sings.

Yellow squash ripe on the vine,
Yellow daffodils — all mine.

Yellow hair, with cheeks so pink,
Yellow lemonade to drink;

Yellow duckies, yellow chicks,
Yellow grapefruit freshly picked;

Yellow butter drips and drops
From tender, yellow corn-on-cob.

Yellow curtains, crisp and bright,
Yellow anti-bug porch light;

But yellow has its ugly side:
Yellow fever; could have died;

Yellow-bellied, yellow streak,
Yellow-livered, backbone weak.

And sometimes yellow can’t be seen:
It hides in blue and turns to green.

If you want to participate in today’s prompt, you’ll find the details here.

 

Daily Post Prompt: Capable — Free Verse

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

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I am capable of loving, deeply and profoundly.
I do so at every opportunity.
I am capable of hating,
But I choose not to hate.

I am capable of faith, enough to move a mountain.
I believe in things considered “unbelievable.”
I am capable of doubting,
But I choose not to doubt.

I am capable of courage, in face of mortal danger.
I use it to stand up to all life’s battles.
I am capable of fear,
But I choose not to fear.

I am capable of choosing; it is a priceless gift.
And I take care to use that gift most wisely.

 

 

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Daily Post Prompt: ‘Don’t Cling to Me’

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

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Don’t cling to me.
I can’t stand being smothered by your love.
I must stay free
To come and go – free to shift and move.

Don’t ask for more.
I do not have the wherewithal to give
Undying love.
Commitment makes me feel like a captive.

Don’t cling to me.
If you insist on holding me too tight,
I’ll have to leave.
In liberty is where I find delight.

 

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Daily Post Prompt: ‘Uneven Odds’

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

 

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Uneven odds: that’s what I’d give this thing called love.
At best, it’s quite a chancy undertaking.
Offering heart and soul into another’s hands
Could so easily be heartache in the making.

But then, again, if one refuses constantly
To take a chance that odds are in his favor,
If he never once succumbs to vulnerability,
He’ll never find a love that he can savor.

So what then is the answer to this need for love?
Perhaps another poet’s words are worth recall. *
Uneven odds may mean a lover suffers loss,
But better that than never to have loved at all.

* “In Memoriam A.H.H.” Canto 27. Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Daily Post Prompt: Infinity – in blank verse

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

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My love for you, dear one, is infinite.
You cannot measure it in pounds or inches.
Math equations can’t unlock its depth.
Its volume goes beyond the range of liters,
And years and centuries fall short of accuracy.

In truth, there’s just no way to estimate
How vast and how eternal what I feel.
All I can say is that when this life ends,
I’ll still be loving you with all I am.
And on into infinity, the same.

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Epiphany – in Cinquain

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

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Sixth day.
Epiphany:
God manifests His love.
His son has paid the price for sin
For all.

Rejoice!
Emmanuel
Has come to die then rise
Again to give eternal life
To all.

Shout out!
Epiphany
Reveals the joyful news:
The Christ has opened up the way
To God.

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Daily Post Prompt: Fishing

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

 

WISHIN’

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Just sittin’ here wishin’
That I could go fishin’
That way I’d be missin’
Doin’ all this here work.

But iffen’ I was fishin’,
There’d be no commission;
Room and board I’d be missin’;
So this work I can’t shirk.

 

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