Monthly Archives: October 2020

The Voice of God #Poem

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Read Matthew 6:25-34 (NKJV)

One morning I awakened,
And I heard the voice of God!
“I have given you fresh coffee
And a brand-new coffee pot.

“Your breakfast is provided,
With your lunch and dinner, too,
For the love of my creation.
Yes, my child, just for you.

“You finish what you started,
Every small and larger task,
For I know what you have need of,
Even long before you ask.

“With the people whom you meet,
You are sharing what you know.
You have let me be the artist
Of the canvas that you show.

“You are living by example,
Whether times are good or tough,
Through the knowing of your Spirit
That you always have enough.

“And the baseball game this evening,
I have given for your mind,
For your rest and entertainment,
As a balanced life you find.”

So, when I lay down at nighttime,
I thank God for closing day.
As with every step I took in faith,
He lead me on my way.

And I thank Him for the coming night
And peaceful, restful sleep,
And the Oneness of my soul with God,
In Whom I live and breathe.

For He knows what I have need of,
Long before I even ask!
By His Grace and Guidance I accomplish
Each appointed task!

Your Father Knows

Original Song on Ukulele

A Different Drum #Poem

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I’m marching to a different drum!
The road less traveled has begun!

I hear the Plymouth Rocking song;
My pilgrimage of life is on!

I packed my tissues for the times
When I can only pray and cry.

Brown-paper package full of hope.
Whatever happens, I can cope.

The chalkboard of my mind is white
And ready for the Highest Light!

It may be fast or may be slow,
But with the music I will go.

I’m keeping on, whatever comes,
And marching to the Spirit’s drum!

—
A second response to
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #42.

Marching Down the Road Less Traveled #Poem

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Life is not a yellow brick road,
But more of a march down the road less traveled.

We can plot out our trip on a chalkboard,
Follow the map to Plymouth Rock,
Or take a taxi anywhere on land
That we can afford to go.

But life is not a yellow brick road
Or a brown-paper package
Wrapped up invitingly.

It’s more of a journey
Of tissues, scars, scratches, and scrapes.

The funny thing is,
Like the pain of labor to bring a child into this world,
We forget most of the trials
In our moments of sweetness
On our march down the road less traveled!

—
My response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #42.

Writing in Spite of Life 3TC

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Poetry and songs are what I love to write! They elevate my spirit and my mood, and, I hope, others’ as well. At times I am amazed by the monthly crop of poems I get to grow and share!

The pattern of songs is not nearly as consistent as it once was. If I think about this too much, it annoys and deeply irritates me, makes me cry, or sends me into hysterics. I wrote an original song every week for three years straight, then tapered off to two songs every month. I didn’t write any for almost 18 months, but for part of that time, I was moving, had no instruments, and was planning our wedding.

Then, the transition of marriage was very difficult for me–in truth it still is–and I have trouble just finding the time, the space, and above all, the quiet and solitude for composing. But songwriting is still a drive of mine, and without it, everything and everyone pushes my buttons!

I do manage to arrange other pieces, and this is a different musical blessing. I can learn a new vamp and just enjoy playing like a busker, though I’m inside, and no one is listening until I’ve recorded something.

Recording is yet another thing, as every thump, every movement of the upstairs and downstairs neighbors, every siren and street sound is caught and preserved for eternity, even when I think it’s quiet!

Once several years ago, I took my ukulele outside and sat in my mom’s car just to record in a quieter environment. But it’s what I do!

Sometimes I just want to pack up my instruments, leave the unknowing pests behind, and hunt for a peaceful place in the woods, where only the sounds of nature will accompany me!

But it’s Friday, and it’s a good Friday! For with every swipe through my blog reader, I’m given a laugh, a prompt, or a new idea! Maybe one day soon, some of those ideas will become songs!

—
My “take Seven” response to the daily #Threethingschallenge words for this week. Add yours at
Pensitivity101!

Unprompted #Poem

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Nothing comes from nothing;
Therefore, nothing is truly unprompted.

That which makes the gingerroot grow
And the coyote howl;
The King of earth and sky and sea,
The Power some call Neptune,
Gives the green light for all that is,
For He is All that is.

Let us seek our home base
Deep within ourselves,
And find within the same Ilumination
That lacquers shining stars and objects both!

This is our Light,
Our Life,
Our Inspiration!
And may we listen
To the Spirit’s promptings!

—
My response to one of Linda Kruschke’s previous Paint Chip Poetry Prompts, where she and Ron ask,
“What if there were no prompts?”

Glissful Love #Poem #Music

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Play or download the poem with lyre accompaniment.

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What we don’t know, we cannot miss,
Except for longing deep inside.
The Music only Love provides
Brings Peace and Comfort, Joy and Bliss.
Now hear the magic of the gliss*
That lifts us to a higher place,
Where there’s no conflict we must face.
The Love we try but fail to find
Exists forever in the mind
Beyond our mortal time and space!

*Gliss, short for Glissando: Italian musical term meaning a continuous slide upward or downward between two notes.

—
This is a Decima for
Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 27: Bliss. This week, it’s the A rhyme line.

Fielding Life #SixSentenceStories

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I’m forever fielding questions and conflicts, smoothing out the rough edges of life and personalities for my loved ones, or trying to.

I’ve just finished refereeing a match between the personalities, desires, and feelings of my husband and my son.

The real issue is mine, and it is this:

I’m damn tired of putting others’ fragile egos before my own preferences!

Sorry, I didn’t mean “before;” I meant “over and above,” “instead of,” “regardless of,” whichever you choose, it’s still the same.

And I have just enough energy left to ask myself what would happen if I met my own expectations for a change, instead of meeting the expectations of others at the expense of my own!

—
Six sentences for Denise’s “field” prompt at
#SixSentenceStories!