Did you get your free coffee today?
‘Cause tomorrow they’ll tell you to pay.
And you can cross off
Opportunity lost…
When it’s given, receive it with grace!
— Another Limerick
for NaPoWriMo day 13. And it’s free coffee day at Wawa, folks! Getcha one!
My body is aching
My mind is lost…
But I’ll get them back
No matter the cost.
‘Cause this isn’t something
I do by myself.
It’s the Power of God
Restoring my health!
And when I’m not sleeping,
I know what to do,
Reach deep in my heart
For the Spirit that soothes.
I know that the gifts
Of body and mind
Belong to me only
A limited time.
And so may I use them
To brighten each day
And let in the Spirit
Who shows me the way.
My body is aching
My mind is lost…
And I get them back
‘Cause God pays the cost!
—
It’s day 12 of NaPoWriMo. Apologies for missing yesterday. I lay down for 5 minutes at 8:00 p.m. And woke up at 1:00 a.m. for a short time. Clearly, I didn’t realize how much I needed sleep!
A pattering, sprinkling drizzle at first,
Becoming a torrent, a downpour that burst
From clouds of the fluffiest, puffiest kind,
Restoring my body, renewing my mind;
My heart, an oasis, is blessed from above,
To blossom and grow in the rain of your love.
—
A Quadrille for NaPoWriMo day 10, in response to the “drizzle” prompt from Mish at dVerse.
When Miss Assumption misassumed,
She bought the bargain doom and gloom.
She got it half price and on sale
And never knew how much she failed.
She took the least expensive way,
But from now on she’ll have to pay.
For Miss Assumption misassumed,
And now she’s married to the groom!
—
I assume you’ll accept my apologies for this tongue-in-cheek (mostly) entry for NaPoWriMo day 9. Maya Angelou said, “You did then what you knew how to do, And when you knew better, You did better.” And may it be so!
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Wishing all of you a blessed Palm Sunday, wherever you are! I must say, the closest this song comes to the occasion is a tropical theme, but a fun song anyway. 🙂
Instrument: Brio – Red Cedar Concert Ukulele
1. Love is a coconut
Wrapped in a shell so tough
Cracking it wide
There’s sweetness inside
Love is a coconut.
2. Love is a tidal wave
Enter it and be brave
Washing you clean
Of what you have been
Love is a tidal wave.
So give a little
To get a lot
It’s the best investment
That this world has got!
3. Love is a burning fire
Feeding a deep desire
Passion awakes
A beautiful change
Love is a burning fire.
4. Love is the breath of life
Keeping you day and night
Make it your own
When you’re building a home
‘Cause love is the breath of life.
So give a little
To get a lot
It’s the best investment
That this world has got!
5. Love is the voice that sings
Giving your heart its wings
Finding the words
Unspoken and heard
Love is the voice that sings.
When on eternal wings I fly,
With smiling hearts remember me.
And see our lives through heaven’s eyes,
When on eternal wings I fly.
The soil is rich when flowers die,
And here I planted many seeds.
When on eternal wings I fly,
With smiling hearts remember me.
Growing wisdom
Understanding
Tenderness and seeing sides;
Soul-fulfilling
Heartfelt healing
Listening and open mind;
Encouragement
Appreciation
Caring, daring to confide;
Strength enduring
True protection
Softer hearts and wider minds;
Hope believing
All forgiving
Consolation, gentle guide.
Hold the torchlight
Higher, brighter
Never-ending flame, abide!
—
It’s NaPoWriMo day 7! As a Quadrille, this poem has 44 words, not including the title. It also contains 20 reasons to love, with 4 in each stanza except the last one. Don’t take my word for it–count them! ❤
The windows are wanting a dusting;
They can’t see a thing through the dirt.
And none but the birds are rejoicing.
Their view is a little bit hurt.
The windows are wanting a shower,
The grit and the grime piled high.
The birds who can’t see their reflections
Are keeping their gaze to the sky.
The windows are wanting a cleaning,
The curtains depressed in the gloom.
And carried on wings of the springtime,
The birds are suspecting their doom.
The windows are wanting their changes;
The birds, bless their buttons, confide:
“We don’t want our ending beginning
In windows that shimmer with pride!”
—
My attempt at anthropomorphism for Lillian’s prompt at dVerse.
I’m not sure it hits the spot, but I’m proud of its poetics. 😮 Also a great one for NaPoWriMo day 4.
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