Day 21 NaBloPoMo

It is National Blog Posting Month and while I have not made a post to my blog every day, I am keeping up with the Somethingist Challenge by posting to my Instagram or by doing catch-up posts here on my poetry blog. Today’s prompt is “something terrifying.” This is a short free verse poem about how Jesus will one day come back and we will all have to face God. I believe that if you do not have Jesus as your savior and advocate when you go in front of God, that you will be sent to hell. I try to tell people this when I feel I am in an appropriate setting and someone is open to hearing about religion and my beliefs. This poem is about when I see people reject Jesus.

Visions

my vision was of death
I called out
trying to warn them
they said my words were
confusing and archaic
just let death come
we will brave it alone
no help needed

11-1-16

 

nanopolano,nablopomo,2018 event,

Advertisements

Practice Your Goodbyes

deciduous tree in winter,last leaf,

Practice Your Goodbyes

You’ve not got as much time as you think
Life passes you by as you blink
So practice your goodbyes now
Practice while there is time to make mistakes
Tomorrow may bring a dark sky
Tomorrow may make you cry
And all the time you thought was there
Was spent without much care
No more chances for that conversation
It is, how it was
So practice your goodbyes with vigor
Life goes by faster than you figure
So make the hugs long and tight
Hold off goodbye with a fight
Talk through the night into the day
For our loved ones here, do not stay

 

 

I wrote this one a long time ago. I was looking through my poetry to find one I had written for my son and decided it was time to share my old stuff again. The break in the rhyme pattern is there to jar you, as death always does.

Closer to the Root

#270

falling to the ground
a flower closer to the root
bidding farewell

 

This was written when Basho was mourning the death of priest Tando.

angel statue in flower bed

Adventures in Blogging

dakota canyon,the old west,

The End of the Adventure

You led me to the wilderness
you said there’d be an adventure
There was nothing but desert
You left me with an empty canteen
you left me to die of thirst
I guess death is an adventure

1-25-2017

 

I think I am getting confused about what I have shared and haven’t shared to the blog because people on Twitter interact with my small stones poetry and I remember that people have read a poem, but forget that I haven’t shared it to the blog. So here is a poem that I believe is new to the blog. I will be sharing several of my short poems soon, I hope none of them are reshared, but if they are oh well. That is part of running a blog, a Twitter account, writing randomly in virtual notebooks, and trying to keep a child alive and thriving, while also trying to keep up with social media so I won’t be out of the loop on the new jokes. Give me a like if you know the feeling!

Infected with Haiku

infection
plants man animals
united in death

 

Here is a poem I wrote a long time ago, back before I had learned the rules of haiku. I could never decide if this was a good haiku or even a good poem. If you were to look at the top of some of my posts, you will see that some poems are in both categories, haiku and senryu. This is another poem that I will post to both.

It’s not funny and senryu are supposed to be a bit humorous or at least poke fun at something. What do you think?

two dozen roses,flowers in black and white,budding roses,

Clouded Haiku

 

moon during the day,full moon in daytime,

 

bright white moon
covered by gray clouds
a death clouds my week

9-13-16

 

 

I’m actually having a good week, I just wanted to share this haiku. Sorry it’s a day late, baseball season is in full swing and I am loving it.

Basho on Thursday in Full Bloom

#25
in full bloom
may the plum not be touched
by the wind’s hand

 

Since I am not writing haiku in my PAD Challenge posts, I thought I would keep posting haiku for you all on Thursdays. What do you think of these poems so far? Do you have a favorite Basho poem?

frost on grass,autumn morning,bare trees,

Colorful Leaves

yellow leaves, gold leaves, fall in missouri, autumn in missouri, the middle of fall,

his respiration
colorful leaves taken by
a cold winter wind
  1-23-17

 

 
I wrote this at the beginning of the year for a #MSpoetry prompt on Twitter.

Approaching Haiku

frost on grass,autumn morning,bare trees,

her slender hands
blue grama grass withers
winter approaches

10-6-15

This was also written for a botiaku prompt and was first posted on Twitter. On October 4th my Great Aunt Rita passed away; this was written for her.

FF | End of Shift

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group, you can join! We are allowed to use the photo in our post (the photographer’s name is always in the caption) and encouraged to leave each other comments. You are also supposed to link back to the group. I always appreciate anyone who takes the time to leave me a comment. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s story is 100 words long! Can I get a like just for that!?
 

long hallway,storage units,aluminum,

PHOTO PROMPT © Amy Reese

  End of Shift
 
There are fluorescent lights, a cold tile floor, but no doctors.
I always thought I would die in a hospital bed, surrounded by my squad, and that my family would know what happened.
 
I hear him shutting the door to his storage unit. He thinks I am completely dead, but I can still feel my heart beating, and I can still hear.
 
If I could move, I would squeeze my trigger finger and take him out. But my body is shutting down. So Tom Pardo will get away again, because the only people who know who he is are dead.

Delayed Reaction

frost on leaf,dandelion,autumn

Frozen Wishes

This poem is about the day that we brought my grandfather home to die. He died about 3 months after we brought him home. He died 10 years after my mom’s mother died, 10 years later on the exact day. September is such a bad month for my family.

  Delayed Reaction

Standing in the elevator my ears close
They curl up and refuse to hear anymore
My eyes begin to dim like a bad bulb
Because they don’t want to see
I grab the bar to keep myself standing
I have to walk out of this hospital
We have to go home and get ready
He has one weekend left
The man who faced down Nazis
Who kept the Germans from
Breaking through the Bulge
Cannot keep his body from malfunctioning
He has fought off heart attacks
So now his brain is having strokes
The small attacks are beating him down
They have paralyzed his legs and one arm
He drove a tank over The Alps
and across the Rhine to free people
Now he drives a wheelchair across the kitchen
My aunt is trying to talk to me
But I’m not really hearing the words
The moment did not knock me down
Or throw me over oblivion’s edge
Instead it is slowly dragging me to the floor
Is my blood sugar low
No my realization is high
Death is standing in the shadows
Of my grandfather’s hospital room
We make Boston Cream Pie as we wait
For the ambulance to bring him home
Because diabetes has finally won
And he can have sugared strawberries

2 Quotes for Women’s Equality Day

Guilty? Yes. No matter what the motive, love of ease, or a desire to save from suffering the unborn innocent, the woman is awfully guilty who commits the deed. It will burden her conscience in life, it will burden her soul in death; but oh, thrice guilty is he who…drove her to the desperation which impelled her to the crime!

-Susan B. Anthony The Revolution, 1869 (on abortion)

A woman must not depend upon the protection of man, but must be taught to protect herself.   –Susan B. Anthony

Since it is the 45th Women’s Equality day, I gave you two quotes!

Women’s Equality Day commemorates the 19th Amendment to the Constitution, granting women the right to vote. In 1971, after much work, and at the urging of U.S. Representative Bella Abzug (D-NY), Congress designated August 26 each year as“Women’s Equality Day.” This day was selected to commemorate the passage of the 19th Amendment to the Constitution on August 26, 1920. This amendment granted women the right to vote.  This was the culmination of decades of effort by women suffragettes and other groups.  Their efforts dated back to first women’s rights convention in 1848 at Seneca Falls, New York.

You can celebrate this day in a number of ways. First, stop and celebrate the accomplishments made in gaining the right to vote, and towards equality for women. Second, be sure that you are registered to vote in your county before October! Third, sign a petition or educate yourself on a rights groups in your area.

us holiday,womens equality day,august 26,constitution,right to vote,19 amendment,