Tag Archives: #NaPoWriMo

The Wishing Coin

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I tumbled down the wishing well
Like a child’s hope-filled coin.
My heart looked for something
I couldn’t find in earth time.

As I fell I waited,
Watched, and wondered,
Wanting to know what was in store.
Would my wish come true?

Bang!
I hit rock bottom
In a world all its own.
I didn’t even recognize myself…

For I landed
Or continued my journey
Flowing in a cascade of dreams
I did not call for.

I must apologize
For my lack of rhyme and reason.
But if you wish for love, beware…
You just might get it!

I Didn’t Know

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I didn’t know the meaning of forever,
Until you took me deep into your heart.
I could accept us being here together,
But thought for sure one day our ways would part.
Forever was a place I couldn’t go,
For in my mind I simply didn’t know.

I didn’t know the meaning of a love song,
Until you sang to me without the words.
I could accept the melody and music,
But disbelieved the voice my spirit heard.
A love song was a place I couldn’t go,
For in my mind I simply didn’t know.

I didn’t know the meaning of connection,
Until I drifted into it one day.
It took me from a world of imperfection
To all I asked, to seek, to find, to pray.
Connection was a place I couldn’t go,
Until my mind was calm enough to know.

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Happy National/Global Poetry Writing Month (NaGloPoWriMo)! I won’t be posting every day, but any contribution is a good one.

Perfect Union

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You whisper to me,
and I do not hear.

You blow through my mind
like a gentle breeze,
soft, unruffled
breath of love.

You touch my heart
as the morning sun,
shining me awake
in the dawn of your presence.

You speak to my soul
without words, without sound,
sweet music made
when we dance together.

You whisper to me,
and I do not hear–
perfect union.

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The Spirit has whispered many poems this month! Some funny, some serious, some more Metaphysical, some right up front for all to see. I’m grateful for each one, and all the poets who commit to this opening of heart, mind, soul, and time to bring art into a world in need! Thanks also to the readers–without you, our words would fall on dry soil!

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IWalk this Floor

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I walk this floor and cannot see.
So please don’t walk in front of me!

I ask and ask, but to and fro,
My path is still the way they go.

Perhaps I need to wear a sign:
Those feet are yours, and these are mine.

And if they cross, we both go down.
I walk this floor, so walk around!

Oh be ye person, dog or foul,
Please find another place to prowl.

This house is big enough, you see.
I walk this floor. So let me be!

Remember as you end your day,
The vacuum has a place to stay.

And put things back where they belong
Before the nighttime comes along.

If one dark night the power goes,
You’ll need a torch or lantern’s glow.

And you will have to ask me where.
I just might find them, if I care.

I live here too, not having sight.
But I’m not giving up my rights.

You see the people, pets and more.
But don’t forget: I walk this floor!

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This poem is true. It’s funny, unless you’re the one tripping over, colliding with, banging into, knocking over, or otherwise having unpleasant encounters with people, pets, and assorted obstacles–not in an unfamiliar place, but at home. It’s not what I usually write, as I don’t like to dwell on these things. But sooner or later, everything must come to light! Please remember, whomever you meet in your daily life, show some (un)common human respect for them!

Shared at
dVerse OpenLinkNight #196

Prayers with Airs

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In e-ve-ry way
this penultimate day
of National Poetry writing,
I feel a great need
to wonder and grieve
for all the big words they are citing!

Now penultimate means
that my pen is a fiend.
Not really but how can you know it?
It’s dumb and absurd
using uncommon words
for the fancified voice of a poet.

And so I wanna say
this penultimate day,
remember what Jesus admonished…
TO be heard in your prayers,
don’t put on any airs.
Say the words in your heart and be honest!

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Day 29 and holding… Penultimate means next-to-last. I’ve never used that word in my life! Today it’s just to prove a point.

What Jesus said was:

“And when you pray, you shall not be like the hypocrites. For they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the corners of the streets, that they may be seen by men. Assuredly, I say to you, they have their reward. And when you pray, do not use vain repetitions as the heathen do. For they think that they will be heard for their many words. (Matthew 6:5,7, NKJV)

A Single Tear

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Oh dear! A tear!
It’s clear, I fear.

Upon my face
a big disgrace,
where in its place
a smile should race.

It hurt me so
to learn and know
the status quo:
Don’t let it show!

But on the spot
I plum forgot!
Untied the knot
to dump the lot.

The tear fell down
without a sound.
And lost, I found
I didn’t drown!

But kept the pace
and learned to face
the inner space,
my feeling place,
without disgrace.
The truth I trace:
This human race
would better place,
if as a base
we built in grace
for tears’ embrace!

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Today at napowrimo.net, we’re asked for a poem in Skeltonic verse. I know, right? I never heard that before either. But I like it.

Between God and Me

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Between the poems, words I wish to say,
Between the words are strings I want to play,
Between the strings are games I cannot win,
Between the games I find the peace within.

Between the peace and heartache, there is time,
Between the time are breaths, each one sublime,
Between each breath, a point so small but still,
Between the stillpoints, glimpses of His will.

Between His will and mine, illusion’s maze,
Between ullusions, may I stop to pray,
Between the prayers, I listen for His plan,
Between His plan, I rest within His hand.

Between His hand and mine, no earthly thing,
Between the earth and heav’n, one song to sing,
Between the song and strings He bids me play
Are poems with the words He helps me say.

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NaPoWriMo day 28.

Go forth and say what’s yours to say;
May Spirit guide you on your way!

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!