Author Archives: Dr. Crystal Grimes

Franken Friends

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Oh my goodness! He’s playing my song!
Now I feel like I really belong!
So the poet named Frank
Is the one I must thank
For inviting the Limerick along!

And you might think my feelings absurd,
But I relish each letter and word.
‘Cause my happiest heart
Knows that humor is art;
May the burble of laughter be heard!

You know, three is the number of luck.
That’s why leaves on a shamrock come up.
SO I give you one more
Just to even the score.
What? You haven’t been laughing? You’re stuck… 😦

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Extra! Extra! With apologies to Frank and my fellow poets at
dVerse.
I can never resist a
Limerick!
It’s been a trying week, so thanks for making my day! 😀

Community

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People care
Everywhere
I don’t even know they’re there!

Many races
Many faces
Opening their hearts to share!

I am heard
Through my words
Making friends beyond compare!

Friends who see
Inside of me
Nearing, cheering me to dare!

Love and peace
Community
Unknown answer to my prayer!

People care
Everywhere
I give thanks for all they share!

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For NaPoWriMo day 27, my response to Paul’s first prompt at
dVerse.
Welcome, Paul!

Once you move the “but” everything else will follow.

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“I was thinking about it, but…
I was going to but…
I wish I could but…
These are the excuses we give for sitting on our butts.
There are no “buts” so big they cannot be moved. Once you move the “but” everything else will follow.”

~ Iyanla Vanzant

Text & image credit: Iyanla Vanzant https://web.facebook.com/DrIyanlaVanzant/

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Grateful

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I put your number in my phone just yesterday,
Not knowing I would be so grateful having it today.

I took a different way than every other time,
A crisis made a blessing by a covering divine.

God gives and takes away, a gift in either case.
His Spirit comes in many forms and in the darkest place.

I sit in wonder at the work of loving hands
And thank the God who keeps me safe and living for His plans!

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This 25th day of NaPoWriMo I’m grateful to be writing, walking, thinking, living! I was reminded today that God works in mysterious ways. Mysterious for sure, but God is at work nonetheless. For this we give thanks!

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No Q

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An untrue Quadrille (Q/Q44) for
dVerse.
44 words here, one of which must be “still” or a variation.

There’s ne’er a Q for you today.
The poems have gone home.
They cannot stand to grace this place;
they ramble and they roam.
They sat upon the suitcase
with rhyme and rhythm filled,
my every wand’ring word replaced
with thoughts that never still!

Breaking Cups

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I wanted love to fill my empty cup.
But little did I know the cup was poor.
When love came brimming over, how it broke.

As all my old beliefs and feelings broke,
A brighter Spirit formed a better cup.
And now I see myself no longer poor.

A great desire shows us we are poor,
A hope, a dream, a chance, a cycle broke,
When we accept the willing, filling cup.

Each cup so poor is broke to make us whole.

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It’s day 24 of NaPoWriMo. This poem is a
Tritina.

Unspoken Trust

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You asked me for a speech I couldn’t give,
For wisdom unprepared to help you live.
And logic can’t explain the reason why,
My feelings too inadequate to try.

I’m sure that if I spoke, you would have heard
And understood the message in each word.
But expectations weigh upon my mind,
And I have fallen short so many times.

A hungry, rabid monster presses close
To bite me where it hurts–and hurts the most.
She takes a juicy chunk of self-esteem,
And I am left unloved, unheard, unseen.

I hope that you will never ask again.
I try to save my ego from the pain.
But I know life and how the living goes;
We take on monsters face-to-face and grow!

And still I fear the day you’ll have me speak,
For even now I feel exposed and weak.
But take my raw emotions if you must,
And I will share in perfect love and trust.

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NaPoWriMo day 23. Do you fear public speaking? Most people do. I don’t, but being asked to speak (or sing or do anything) when I feel unprepared–that is my worst nightmare!

Measure Up

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1. I know a guy in a cowboy hat.
Now who can measure up to that?
He’s tall and handsome, funny too.
No worries though. He isn’t you!
Refrain:

2. The women on the morning show
Have everything and shout it so.
But maybe that is not for me,
And I can live in grateful peace!
Refrain:

3. For different people, different things,
Other drums and bells that ring.
Just hear your song and sing it out.
That’s what you measure up about!
Refrain: (Twice)

You measure up to be your best.
Now play to live, and leave the rest!

Refrain:
God gives you measure, sets your time,
And writes out your life so you can find
You measure up to be your best.
Now play to live, and leave the rest!

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