We know the things we shouldn’t do,
But often we refuse to wait.
We’re causing karma, tempting fate
With consequences. That’s the truth.
Yet we’re not lost, and we’re not through!
The soul within us always lasts
In present’s future, leaving past.
We’re living out the ebb and flow
That Nature-God already knows,
By choice becoming what we ask!
—
A Decima for this week’s challenge:
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 28 (FATE) This week, it’s the B rhyme line.
If I didn’t know better, I would say this song could have been written just yesterday. That’s how relevant it still is. Yet the American songwriter, Stephen Foster, especially known for his Civil War-era songs, wrote “Hard Times Come Again No More” in 1854. The song asks the fortunate to consider those less fortunate than themselves–something we would all do well to consider.
It was originally written in the key of G, making it a breeze for banjo, guitar, and fiddle players. Here I play it in C, on zither and recorder, and you’ll hear me sing 3 verses.
We all know that hard times will come again, unfortunately. Still I hope you enjoy this arrangement of Foster’s timely classic!
Crisps are not a meal
But continue tasting good
As baggage packs on.
If you disagree, you might
Fool yourself: You can’t fool me!
—
A sort of tanka for
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/10/22/three-things-challenge-396/
When I hear the word boutique, several things happen in my head. They happen so fast that I’m not even sure of their order, but nevertheless, here they are!
I think <“OOO, fancy!”
I lament, “No, not in my budget, which barely meets necessities, much less high-end (Read: high dollar) desires!”
And I remember a time before the time before I knew what money was, before I realized my so-called situation in life, a time when I just thought of a boutique as somewhere it would be super cool to visit–and maybe they would even have tea and cakes!
I’m a realist, but I also believe in keeping childhood dreams alive!
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For Denise’s “boutique” prompt at
#SixSentenceStories.
My magnum opus isn’t done!
It’s really only just begun!
It brings fulfillment, joy and bliss,
Hiding exactly what it is…
Attracting with magnetic force,
While Spirit guides my journey’s course.
Oh soul, awake my mind to know,
Why music keeps me striving so!
—
A Quadrille (poem of exactly 44 words, excluding title) for De’s “magnet” prompt at
dVerse.
Expectant harvest–
Wheat! Dust and weeds? Some good lives
In each particle.
—
A Haiku for Ronovan’s challenge of
Dust and Weed.
Scanning with mind’s eye,
I take in brilliant colors…
Butterflies in flight!
—
Written for
#Threethingschallenge #395 at Pensitivity101.
“Trentham” was composed by the British organist, Robert Jackson, in 1878. It is one of several musical settings for the hymn, “Breathe on Me, Breath of God.”
The lyrics were written by Edwin Hatch, also in 1878. They are based on John 20:21-22, which read, “Then said Jesus to them again, Peace be unto you: as my Father hath sent me, even so send I you. And when he had said this, he breathed on them, and saith unto them, Receive ye the Holy Ghost.” [King James Version (KJV)]
This is a hymn for Pentocost, but this being the coming of the Holy Spirit, it is a beautiful hymn at any time of year.
I hope you enjoy this arrangement played on alto (UK treble) recorder and zither!
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!
Original Song on Ukulele
All bases covered
One choice made in an instant
Ruins best laid plans
—
A Haiku-like poem for today’s #Threethingschallenge at
Pensitivity101.
Mystical Strings 
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