ALL CREATION

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ALL CREATION

Psalm 66:4


Translucent glories

As far as mere eye can see

Serene vibrancy

Beauty’s power transcendent

Calling me to honor Thee.



Written for FanStory Contest- A Tanka.  Tanka is a five line Japanese poem. This type of poetry often follows a specific syllable count (5/7/5/7/7).

On Crocuses

America Meadows


On Crocuses



About the size of acorns,

These small beauties in my hand.

But locked inside, far from mind’s eye,

A magnificent magic awaits.

 

How can you be so patient

to the lights of Spring?

I sometimes find waiting for dinner

a horrendous endeavor.



Written for The Fabulous Free VErse Club @ FanStory. 

The Magic of the Night

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The Magic of the Night

Even magic doesn’t negate Murphy’s Law.



Resounding sounds- Trick-r-Treat.

Masqueraders in the street.

Dancing. Singing. Some were fleet.

Some holding hands of tiny feet.

 

Ghosts and goblins galore

Harry Potters, mighty Thor

Self-created and from store

Donned my porch steps wanting more.

 

Soon my cupboards were found bare.

There was nothing left to spare.

When the last small child, so fair

Stood at my door; a snow white hare.

 

Nothing remains. What do I do?

A rattled brain. My thoughts were few.

But then I spied, on sofa blue.

A small stuffed toy. A little ewe.

 

‘Twas all I had. This last small gift.

Did bring my spirits quite a lift.

I conjured. Cast a spell so swift.

It baa’d. It mewed. It even sniffed.

 

The ewe, it twisted in the air

Landing on ‘fours’, without a care.

And off it went, quite on a tear.

Destination: We don’t know where.



Written for ‘Picture This’ @ FanStory.

FOUR QUOTES from EMILY


FOUR QUOTES from EMILY



Here are a four quotes that I found that have a thought-provoking quality to them. Each f them are attributed to Ms. Dickenson.

 “My friends are my estate.”

“To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.”

“Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.”

“It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.”



Written for About Me and Poetry. 

Tell all the truth but tell it slant — (1263)


Tell all the truth but tell it slant — (1263)

BY EMILY DICKINSON



Tell all the truth but tell it slant —

Success in Circuit lies

Too bright for our infirm Delight

The Truth’s superb surprise

As Lightning to the Children eased

With explanation kind

The Truth must dazzle gradually

Or every man be blind —



Written for About Me and Poetry. 

My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun (764)


My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun (764)

BY EMILY DICKINSON



My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –

In Corners – till a Day

The Owner passed – identified –

And carried Me away –

 

And now We roam in Sovreign Woods –

And now We hunt the Doe –

And every time I speak for Him

The Mountains straight reply –

 

And do I smile, such cordial light

Opon the Valley glow –

It is as a Vesuvian face

Had let it’s pleasure through –

 

And when at Night – Our good Day done –

I guard My Master’s Head –

’Tis better than the Eider Duck’s

Deep Pillow – to have shared –

 

To foe of His – I’m deadly foe –

None stir the second time –

On whom I lay a Yellow Eye –

Or an emphatic Thumb –

 

Though I than He – may longer live

He longer must – than I –

For I have but the power to kill,

Without – the power to die –



Written for About Me and Poetry.

I’m Nobody! Who are you? (260)


I’m Nobody! Who are you? (260)

Emily Dickinson – 1830-1886



 I’m Nobody! Who are you?

Are you – Nobody – too?

Then there’s a pair of us!

Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

 

How dreary – to be – Somebody!

How public – like a Frog –

To tell one’s name – the livelong June –

To an admiring Bog!



Written for About Me and Poetry.

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340)

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340)

EMILY DICKINSON

 

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

And Mourners to and fro

Kept treading – treading – till it seemed

That Sense was breaking through –

 

And when they all were seated,

A Service, like a Drum –

Kept beating – beating – till I thought

My mind was going numb –

 

And then I heard them lift a Box

And creak across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space – began to toll,

 

As all the Heavens were a Bell,

And Being, but an Ear,

And I, and Silence, some strange Race,

Wrecked, solitary, here –

 

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,

And I dropped down, and down –

And hit a World, at every plunge,

And Finished knowing – then –



Written for About Me and Poetry.

A STUDY ON EMILY



A STUDY ON EMILY



I am in the middle of an online class on the poet, Emily Dickinson.

She is definitely NOT my poet of choice, and there are times that I might even want to argue that the ‘thing’ others call poetry are correctly named. When a line is so obtuse it has not meanings, so hundreds of scholars have dynamic debates about what that perspicaciously perceptive collect of words might happen to mean …. Enough said?

Our instructor was kind enough to send us a link to a great biographical video about this poet. I hope you enjoy it.

Emily Dickinson



Written for About Me and Poetry.

The Root of the Problem

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The Root of the Problem


Death

Slaughter

Destruction

Execution

Extermination

Immortality

Vigorous

Survival

Safety

Life


Many people see them as the ‘Bringers of Death’. Senselessly slaughtering all you get in their path.  Delivering destruction to families… villages… towns… entire countries.

Executioners have used them. Dictators have allowed the extermination of millions of people ‘not of their kind’. Young men, with dreams of immortality, have used them to create havoc in our society.

But they are only the tool. They are a symptom of a far greater disease. Mankind has allowed the development a pandemic of wanton savagery.

Vigorous interventions must be made into the lives of our youth. Accolades of honest, no-strings-attached love must be showered upon them. The survival of mankind is at stake.

Families and communities have a right to safety. Safe countries. Safe cities. Safe towns. Safe families. The change has to begin with us.

LIFE is sacred. It needs to be a cherished treasure once again.



This was written in the form of a diamante poem. Instead of using the parts of speech, I used a syllable count. 1-2-3-4-5-5-4-3-2-1 and went with antonyms as the poems endpoints. Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner.