Lenten Poems — week 6

Inspiration, Poetry, Uncategorized

SATAN CAST DOWN - RED LARGER

How deep and dark the grave in which they laid the Lord.
And naught to give Him hope except the Father’s Word.
But ’twas enough, for God had said, “When day three comes,
You’ll rise with life anew and come again to Home.”

Throughout the vigil, silence reigned and men did mourn.
And in the halls of Hell, the demons, they did groan:
This man from off the cross had stormed their barriers staid.
Hell panicked at the word from Heaven: “The price is paid!”

Then Jesus, Son of God and Son of Man, stepped forth
And grasped the keys of Death and Hell with violent force.
Then rose through realms beneath to burst from earth and grave.
His shout of victory rang abroad: “Mankind is saved!”

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Lenten Poems — week 5

Inspiration, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

JESUS IN GARDEN - NEGATIVE  -KAREN'S WHIMSY.JPG

 

O, Lamb of God
So pure, so holy, undefiled,
You came so meekly,
Vulnerable, a tiny child.

You took our sin
And took all of its consequence.
You chose the cross,
And on it your lifeblood was spent.

But for what cause,
When tempted in the garden that night,
Did you still choose
To let yourself be crucified?

You told us, Lord;
If we’d just listen, we would know.
You said, “Because
I love the Father, I will go.”

Lord, work in us
That holy and obedient love,
That we, when tried,
Will speak and act only for God.

 

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(Photo courtesy of Karen’s Whimsy)

 

 

 

 


 

Color Me Happy Series — Turquoise

Color Me Happy Series, Inspiration, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

Turquoise is not a color pure.
It is a combination –
An adulteration.
Yet it does such lovely things
To my imagination.

Turquoise – I find it all around:
It spreads throughout the sky,
In water flowing by.
It’s woven throughout lovely stones
That catch my eye.

And so, a paradox I find:
That such a hybrid shade –
From other colors made –
Has beauty so distilled it makes
My heart quite glad.

 


Image courtesy of KreativeHexenkueche @pixabay.com

 

 


 

Color Me Happy Series — Orange

Color Me Happy Series, Humor, Poetry, Uncategorized

Welcome to my second poem in this series.
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ORANGE

Orange is the only color I don’t like.
I’m not exactly sure why that should be.
I love the color red, and that is pretty close.
And often something pink will pleasure me.

But orange — well it somehow seems to agitate.
It makes me restless and so out-of-sorts.
And I feel bad, because it isn’t orange’s fault,
So I do orange occasionally just to be a sport.

But there are some orange things of which I am a fan:
The round, ripe, juicy fruit that we pluck from a tree,
The brightly orange-wrapped Reese’s peanut butter cups,
And candy corn eaten by the handfuls pleasure me.
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Color Me Happy Series — Yellow

Color Me Happy Series, Humor, Poetry, Uncategorized

I’ve written a few poems about colors, but not a complete rainbow. This past week, however, I started considering writing a whole series. I decided to challenge myself with that endeavor and to put together a group of at least 10 ‘color’ poems, including one each for black and white. I’ll use the others I’ve already written as a jumping off place, and as the first in this series I offer my “Yellow” poem.

YELLOW

YELLOW POEM PICSYELLOW

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.

 

 

 


 

Lenten Poems — week 4

Inspiration, Poetry, Uncategorized

NAZARETH, ISRAEL - EDITED

NATHANIEL’S ANSWER

Nathaniel was a man who knew no guile.
He walked with Jesus, loved Him all the while.
When first he heard His name, a question posed
But waited ’til the answer was disclosed.

“From Nazareth can any good come forth?”
He asked of those who knew that city’s worth.
He asked for meditation, not reply,
Yet found the answer true in Jesus’ eyes.

And although from the garden he did run
With others as they scattered one by one,
As Roman guards led Jesus, bound, away,
There came a reckoning after the third day.

As Mary ran to spread the glorious news,
Nathaniel, hidd’n with others, all confused,
Received her words with doubt, and hope, and fear,
And hungered so His Master’s voice to hear.

Then Jesus stood among them, His work done:
Salvation for the world from Nazareth comes.

 

 

 


 

Lenten Poems — week 3

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Running behind on this week’s poem. Sorry.


CRUCIFIX - FOR YOU - GOSPELGIFS

CRUCIFIX - FOR YOU - GOSPEL GIFS

SUFFICIENT

Seized and stripped and slapped and spit upon,
Scornful salutations; sorrow; shame;
Satan stalks the Son of God and Son of Man
Scarlet stripes, scalding tears, searing pain;

Search the scriptures, surely they the story tell:
Insatiable evil strikes; the Lamb is slain.

But surely, it’s my sins He bore, my sorrow and shame,
My sickness, my distress, my grief, my pain.

Submitted Sacrifice: He sealed the promise;
Sufficient, He bought me peace with God again.

 

 

 


 

Lenten Poems — week 2

Inspiration, Poetry, Uncategorized

CROSS WITH CROWN OF THORNS

SACRIFICE

A crown,
A diadem,
A shackle placed upon the brow.

Bestowed
Contemptuously,
And scarlet robe on shoulders bowed.

The grief,
The agony,
The tortuous, mutilating pain.

All born
By Innocence
To give me peace and health again.

A cross,
On Calvary:
To execute the Father’s plan.

A tomb,
Now empty stands:
He’s paid the price for every man.

 

 


 

Lenten Poems – week 1

Inspiration, Poetry, Uncategorized

Today is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent. A few years ago I wrote 7 poems during Holy Week — or Passion Week — leading up to Easter Sunday. This year in commemoration of our Lord’s suffer, I’m going to repost those poems on each Wednesday in Lent — and then post the last of the 7 on Easter Sunday. I hope they bless you and inspire you to gratefully meditate on how our Lord Jesus suffered for our sins and in our place to work our total redemption and salvation.

 


BARABBASCROWN OF THORNS ULTRA MODERN

My heart pounded
As they dragged me out.
They stood me close beside Him,
And I looked about.

The crowd was frenzied:
With rage and raw disgust.
I wasn’t sure the real cause–
Why they fumed and cussed.

I glanced beside me
To catch a glimpse of Him,
But what my eyes saw in His
Convicted me within.

When guards shouted,
“Who is it going to be?”
Then I understood they’d choose
To set one free.

“Free Barabbas!
Set Barabbas free!”
I could not believe my ears:
They chose, not Him, but me.

“What of Jesus?”
Then asked the guards.
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!
He is not our God!”

My shackles fell off:
By law a free man.
Pilate called for water then
And there he washed his hands.

The day grew dark
As He hung there,
Upon a cross with thieves each side,
Then He said a prayer.

He prayed, “Forgive them.”
Did that include me?
When He said, “It is finished!”
I knew He’d died for me
— Barabbas.

 

 

 


 

Lorraine In Love

Humor, Poetry, Uncategorized

TRAIN ENGINEER CARTOON -- OPEN CLIPART

There once was a girl named Loraine
Who was wild for engineers of trains.
They could be short or tall;
Loraine just loved them all;
To have one for her own was her aim.

Now, the guys who drove trains all agreed
That Loraine was no prize; no indeed;
So precautions they’d take,
Each to make his escape
When Loraine for a date came to plead.

Then a young engineer came to town
Who was clueless when she came around.
He became so beguiled
When right at him she smiled,
That right then on one knee he went down.

Oh the wedding was really a beut.
On a honeymoon now they’re enroute.
As they sit side by side
Engineer and his bride.
Down the tracks, at full throttle, they scoot.

There’s a moral to this little tale:
That a woman in love never fails.
If she’s made up her mind
And she’s true to her kind,
It’s the end for those poor, helpless males.

 

 


 

The Search For Love

Poetry, Uncategorized

LOVERS, BALLOON -- Jambulboy -- PX

I searched for love when I was but a teen,
The titillating, quiv’ring love of youth.
I sought the shining knight from all my dreams,
Not understanding dreams are seldom truth.

In later years, the search grew more intense,
But by that time I yearned for something more.
By adding to my passion common sense,
I sought the richer things love had in store.

Now, many years have come and gone since then,
And I’ve grown so much wiser with my age.
I’ve loved and lost and loved and lost again,
But losing love did not my search assuage.

In future, ever toward love I shall move,
For life’s worth can be found in naught but love.

 

 

 


 

Candy Love

Humor, Inspiration, Poetry, Uncategorized

VALENTINE CANDY HEARTS

I just can’t seem to tell him how I feel.
Hearing myself say the words
Makes it seem so real.
And if he doesn’t feel the same for me,
It would be an unhappy fate
That spoken words would seal.

So what to do about it I’m unsure.
I’ve thought of possibilities
But nothing quite secure.
But wait! I’ve found the answer to my need:
I’ll say it with some candy hearts —
So childlike, sweet, and pure.

 

 

 


 

Sardines Swimming Upstream – Tso’i

Humor, Poetry, Tso'i Poetry, Uncategorized

metro escalator -- tama - px

Going up?
We’re squeezed in pretty tight.
A claustrophobic feeling threatens to erupt.
We’re sardines in a can:
All sealed up.

 

(If you’re not familiar yet with this new poetic form that I created last year, you’ll find information about it at this link. Maybe you’d like to try writing Tso’i yourself.  If you do, feel free to leave a link to your poem in the “Comments” section below.)

 


photo courtesy of Tama66 @pixabay.com

 

 

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Happy Picture

Inspiration, Photos, Poetry, Uncategorized

It’s been difficult to find time to post much lately. But today, I was looking at this picture and enjoying it so much that I had to write a little ditty. This picture just makes me happy. I like to credit the artists, even when they post their work on a site like Pixabay, which requires no attribution. This particular graphic artist has an identity that totally matches the picture: Happy_Life.  So without further ado, let me offer you this little moment of happiness in the middle of your day.

winter landscape, gold sun - happy_life - pxHappy mountains, happy snow.
Happy trees in sunrise glow.
Happy artist, giving joy;
Happy colors he’s employed.
I gaze upon this landscape free
And bask in its serenity.
It soaks into the heart of me,
A happy day to guarantee.

 

 

 


 

Primal Urge

Humor, Inspiration, Poetry, Uncategorized

polka dot notebook

I have a little note pad, new, with polka dots.
Teal green with border shiny gold and golden spots.
And since I’m one who writes to live and lives to write,
As soon as I beheld it, ’twas love at first sight.

There’s something mystical about a virgin page.
And notebooks filled with pages pure my soul engage.
It’s calling me, this tablet with gold polka dots.
But subject matter — what to write — I know not what.

Frustratedly, I sit here, holding pen in hand,
Seeking words to start a poem — something grand.
This primal urge to slather ink across the page
Is in control ’til its demands I can assuage.

It could take hours, or even days, but what care I?
So many times I’ve let whole days go drifting by,
Until my muse and I fin’ly came into sync,
And thus inspired, I filled each pristine page with ink.

 

 

 

 


 

Making My Own Future

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I originally wrote this poem last January as we entered the new year. But I like it so much, and I want my attitude to be the same going into 2019, so I decided to post it again this new year as well.

SNOW MOUNTAIN ROADS -- 12019 - PX

To look out on a new year bright with promise,
With unmarred paths that hopeful feet may take —
It gives my heart a thrill, and I’m enchanted
By all the choices I’m allowed to make.

And even though I know there will be pitfalls
And hurdles now and then that must be cleared.
I know my heart will hear the Lord’s direction,
And nothing up ahead needs to be feared.

For in my own decisions rests my future.
It isn’t luck or happenstance or fate.
And this new year before me bright with promise —
I’ll boldly grasp it, and I’ll make it great.

 


photo courtesy of 12019 @ pixabay.com

 

 

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Christmas Light

Inspiration, Poetry, Uncategorized

WHITE CHRISTMAS TREE MODERN LIGHTS 2 - Ana_J - PX

 

Oh Christmas tree, oh geometric Christmas tree,
Updated decoration of this century,
Combining old tradition with technology —
Eye-catching combination set for all to see.

I wonder if the architect has realized
That though his modern concept is a structural prize,
The Light that gives it meaning appeared to Moses’ eyes.
From burning bush to modern tree, it’s Jesus Christ.

 


photo courtesy of Ana_J @ pixabay

 

 

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