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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I’m quite happy when I’m home Where I store my hat, my books, and comb. Got no plans to buy a tomb But I’ll be buried with much aplomb! Though it will be tighter than a womb – To move … Continue reading
These feet bespeak of holidays, Of loving life and winning ways. Working feet now at rest Today none were put to the test School and work will be back tomorrow But today, there is no such sorrow!
All I want for Mother’s Day is a pregnant guppy No kitty, no hippo, no cockatoo, nor puppy No perfect yellow rose, nor reconstructed nose, No silver spoon from which to sup, No gold-etched china saucer and cup, No trinkets … Continue reading
I was being chauffeured in a vehicle build for ten I sat alone on the back seat, weary without and within. When I glimpsed in the whiteness an old telephone booth It served as a reminder of a choice made … Continue reading
Charming Charlie was a fake A true con artist on the take. He was good at soothing rich widows, He could even charm her kiddos. Went through the bankroll of three or four Then set out to find some … Continue reading
Fire is a tyrant Fury – replacing peace Hopelessness – its wake. ***************** Reminder to pray for the people and lands being affected by the uncontrolled fires in Colorado – and elsewhere. https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/06/11/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-205-tyranthope/
Tell me, Regal Pines, as your fingers point to God, Is MY life hopeful? ***************** Christ died for me, not the pines. Can I doubt that my life is hopeful? https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/04/02/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-195-regalhopeful/
There once was a lady, I think she was Persian, Whose mind was scattered by drips of diversion; Much trivia filled her thoughts to submersion I much doubted when I heard of her version – Of tigers in Siberia … Continue reading
Passion is often greed, envy, or selfishness mistaken for love. ****************** Thank you, Linda, for the prompt “passionate” for JusJoJan https://lindaghill.com/2017/12/27/what-is-just-jot-it-january-2018-rules/