Pensieve's Poetic License-July

I am going to give it a try this month. Robin has come up with her own creative poem type.

What is a Pensieve? A titled, five-line poem; each line correlates to one of the five senses--sight, sound, scent, taste, touch--and describes the subject (title). The goal is for the reader to take on the poem as his own, being able to "experience" your subject through your words, by seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting and feeling what you described.

E-Bay

I spot my item on the screen.

The bell sounds and the challenge begins.

Wrist flicking,  Mouse clicking,

Breathing in the aroma of victory.

Nevertheless I have also tasted the agony of defeat.

All will be well when I have my prize in hand.

Go visit Robin @ Pensieve for more poems.

Pensieve's Poetic License-February

Our poem's this month are based on the sonnet.

It is supposed to be about something we love.

Music Inside

There is music in my soul

Melody and harmony in part

Out of my mouth it plays a role

Delivering dreams straight from the heart.

The notes I play are felt

The chorus follows verses

Words that spark and melt

Bring feelings to the surface.

How much of me can be revealed

What part of me is shown

The music can provide a shield

A safe refuge, a home.

All my hopes and all my dreams

Quietly display my world as its theme.

Please go explore the other sonnets at Robin's.  

Also this lovely package came for me this week.  It contained

some sweet melt-in-your mouth treats and a cookbook

that I won from Robin at Pensieve's.  What a delight!

And the Moon is a Sliver of Silver

The Color Green by Rich Mullins

And the moon is a sliver of silver

Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter's shop

And every house must have its builder

And I awoke in the house of God

Where the windows are mornings and evenings

Stretched from the sun

Across the sky north to south

And on my way to early meeting

I heard the rocks crying out

I heard the rocks crying out

Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands

Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land

Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made

Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise

And the wrens have returned and they're nesting

In the hollow of that oak where his heart once had been

And he lifts up his arms in a blessing for being born again

And the streams are all swollen with winter

Winter unfrozen and free to run away now

And I'm amazed when I remember

Who it was that built this house

And with the rocks I cry out

Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands

Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land

Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made

Blue for the sky and the color green

Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands

Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land

Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made

Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise

Do It Anyway!

Mother Teresa

Do It Anyway!

People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered.  Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.  Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some geniune enemies.  Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you.  Be honest and sincere anyway.

What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight.  Create anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous.  Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, will often be forgotten.  Do good anyway.

Give the best you have, and it will never be enough.  Give your best anyway.

In the final analysis, it is between you and God.  It was never between you and them anyway.

Pensieve's Poetic License-January

Pensieve's Poetic License for this month of new beginnings is a terza rima.  I had never heard of one before and I will need a lot of poetic license with this one as you'll soon see.

Time Flies

My how time does fly

Who knew how fast

That year went by.

Before we know it

It slips through our hands

Every little bit.

We dare to remember

To number our days

But here comes December.

And out of our sleep

We look back at time

We would like to keep.

So when the clock does chime

We must be ready to climb.

Chicago poetry

Chicago:

Beaches and icy water
Cold steel towers

Industry and money

Camp near the edge.

The photo was over at Laura's blog.

She asked for a 15 words or less poem.

The above was my submission.  

Pensieve's Poetic License-December

The theme for December's poetry is Cinquain-Celebration! Come and join Pensieve's Poetic License this month.  Here is my attempt:

We Are

Humans

Pale, frail

Being, breathing, living

Going through the motions

Fragile.

Something Told the Wild Geese

Something told the wild geese
It was time to go
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered--"Snow."
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something whispered-"Frost."
All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,--
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.
~Rachel Field~

Hot Pink Beauty Berries!

I found this on Robin's blog and I decided to try the "15 words or less" poem.
This photo came from Laura.
Here is my entry for 15 words or less poem:


All hot and pink
What do I think?
You must be all
poisonous and stink.

I have a cactus plant that puts out a sort of beautiful bloom every year 

that I will find a picture of to show.  It is called a "dead meat" flower.

Its name says it all.  The first time I saw it, first I smelled it. I was 

walking by and wondered, "What is that dead smell?"  Then I saw

the flower, all pretty and pink and big.  A closer inspection revealed

the foul smell.  I looked up information on it and a cactus flower like this

smells bad to attract flies from miles around.  I have had several of these

flowers through the years and I sadly must break them off and take them

outside to attract flies there instead of inside my house!

I found a similar picture on the internet but my flower is much prettier

than this.

Haiku Friday-Black Friday

Hello Black Friday

Getting up very early

A shopper's delight

Sales person's nightmare

Getting up very early

Have to face the frenzied crowd

People rushing by

To long lines at the check-out

Jostling, bustling folks

Is it really worth

The time, trouble, and effort

To get the discount?

Retailers love it

Most employees deplore it

Shoppers adore it

Pensieve's Poetic License-November

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Robin started a group called Pensieve's Poetic License. I joined to try out my creativeness. I have written a few poems before, not many, but I'm going to give it a try. Here are the rules:
So, ready to write your own? You have a week to complete it, but PLEASE don't make this more difficult than it is--Pensieve's Poetic License is intended to be a fun exercise in linguistic creativity! This month's theme is "Thanksgiving"; broad enough to go in a thousand directions, but remember, since PPL's motto is "No Rules. Just WRITE!" you're pretty much free to do as you please.

For the month of November we are to write a limerick for Thanksgiving.

RSVP

Thanksgiving can bring out the best

For those who are thankful and blest.

For those who have need

Are those we can feed.

We invite them to be our guest!

We wonder why God does not see

Cruelty, injustice, poverty.

Since the fall of man

Darkness is at hand.

That's why God has called you and me.

Please go over to Robin's for more poems.

God Is Like This

I cannot see the wind at all
Or hold it in my hand,
And yet I know there is a wind
Because it swirls the sand.
I know there is a wondrous wind
Because I glimpse its power
Whenever it bends low a tree
Or sways the smallest flower.

And God is very much like this,
Invisible as air,
I cannot touch or see Him, yet
I know that He is there
Because I glimpse His wondrous works
And goodness everywhere.
~Rowena Bennett~

Little Women

An excerpt from Little Women:
"O Jo, it's not so bad as that?" cried Laurie.
"Yes, it is. She doesn't know us, she doesn't even talk about the flocks of green doves, as she calls the vine leaves on the wall. She doesn't look like my Beth, and there's nobody to help us bear it; Mother and Father both gone, and God seems so far away I can't find Him."
As the tears streamed fast down poor Jo's cheeks, she stretched out her hand in a helpless sort of way, as if groping in the dark, and Laurie took it in his, whispering with a lump in his throat: "I'm here. Hold on to me, Jo dear!"
She could not speak, but she did "hold on," and seemed to lead her nearer to the Divine arm which alone could uphold her in her trouble. Laurie longed to say something tender and comfortable, but no fitting words came to him, so he stood silent, gently stroking her bent head as her mother used to do. Soon she dried the tears which had relieved her, and looked up with a grateful face. "I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship." ~Louisa May Alcott~