I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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THREE? THAT’S ALL, FOLKS!
Me blog twice in one day? Unheard of, but I’ve just found out it is National Limerick Day and I can’r resist. Actually I am dwelling on what to do for kindness week #RevofKindness. I’m supposed to be kind to me. … Continue reading
Posted in poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged being good, love my neighbor, love myself, National Limerick Day
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THE CIRCLING HAWK
From the rooftop I sit and watch The lazy circling of a hawk. I watch—almost hypnotized Unguarded from insidious lies. Drawn into his enchanting beauty As death dictates his dangerous duty. Evil comes in disguise Relaxed beauty in … Continue reading
GOODBYE
Adios, au revoir, tata, farewell All mean you’ll be gone a spell. If you cheat while you’re gone, And hit your bed after dawn, Returning, you’ll hear your death knell. ************** Thanks, Rashmi, for the prompt: here … Continue reading
YOUR SCARS, MY DISCIPLINE
I don’t need to see the scars for my doubts, Lord, as much as I do for my discipline. I get so lax and lazy. Even then, You reach to me. I see the hands – I see the scars, … Continue reading
Posted in Jesus, poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Christianity, faith, inspiration, Jesus, Jesus' hands, nail prints, obedience, prayer, resurrection, scars
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Angry Andrew
He was known as Angry Andrew; Any mistake and his temper flew. People stepped aside, Until the day he died Without a friend to bid him adieu. ————– I picked up my five and seven year old great-granddaughters for a hundred … Continue reading
Posted in education, grandmother, poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged April Fools, generations, lies, limerick, untruth, vocabulary
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DREAM BIG
‘Tis my cherished dream – I see myself occupied In a Class A firm. —————- https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2016/03/07/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-87-classfirm/
LOST? MY FIND
He’s a well trained puppy, all around You say, report him to “Lost and Found?” No, I’ll not bother to look for the owner I consider him to be a donor. I’m gonna keep this nice grey hound. —————- … Continue reading
SPRING SWING
Cold, tight wires loosen. Relaxed wire makes springtime swing, As birds bask warmly. ———– Prompt: use words ‘tight’ and ‘warm’ by Ronovan https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2016/02/22/haiku-the-tight-rope/
EMANCIPATED! WHO’S FREE?
I’m eighteen. I’m emancipated. No more bondage to the things I’ve hated. Now mom can’t nag me out of bed No forcing book knowledge in my head. Emancipated! I am free! I’ll spread my wings; I’ll be ME. No … Continue reading