How to Swallow a Bitter Pill

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(A Haiku)

Down the hatch, it goes,

with a little sugar cane. 

Bitter pill, be gone!

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Moral of this Haiku:  If you dread it…do it…then it is done.

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Daily Prompt: Bitter

 

 

 

 

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From Snowflakes to Blanket

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I’m a little snowflake,
I drift about.
 
Looking for injustice,
hear me shout.
 
You label me as liberal,
and think me lame.
 
But I embrace your symbol,
and use it for my name!
 
Snowflakes are small,
and they seem quite frail.
 
But when we come together,
we are a force from hell! 
 
We are the resistance,
marching for our land.
 
So, snowflakes, remember
UNITED WE STAND!
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Haiku: Controversy

Anger, hate and doubt,

Faith, love, hope; your choice to be.

Great Controversy!

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Haiku is so much fun!  It’s like a math problem combined with a crossword puzzle.  You only have 17 syllables to get your point across; and those syllables must be stacked in a  5-7-5  format.  Often the first and second lines are at odds with one another and the last line ties the concept together.

Today’s Daily Prompt: Controversy

My Soul To Take

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Painting by Florence Kroger

 

Oh, that God would mold this clay,

nothing but dust, dirt and decay!

And yet, in me, He saw some worth;

He sent his Son, from Heaven to Earth.

To lay down his life, upon the cross,

to thirst, and bleed, and suffer loss.

And so for me, His Glory awaits;

one day I’ll walk, through pearly gates.

So nothing to fear, because I am free;

His rod and His staff, they comfort me.

The shadow of death, there is no escape,

But God’s in the valley, my soul, to take.

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As a tiny girl, often, my mom and I, prayed the prayer, “Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep.”  I was always comforted by this bedtime ritual.  As an adult, when I think on the memory, I find I am blessed just as much now, as I was then; perhaps even more.  Thus was the inspiration for this poem.

“Mama, thank you for the foundations of strength you’ve given me.  I am a better woman because of you.”

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(Daily prompt: Luck)

Luck has nothing to do with my spiritual life.  It is orchestrated by the hand of God.

 

Fairy Dust of Magic

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Photo by Renee Dawson

 

Fairy Dust of Magic

 

I sit here basking, under rays of sun,

with grass interwoven between bare toes.

The bumble bee, he buzzes, he’s on a mission,

to a fragrant purple…a lilac…he knows.

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Humming birds flit, their wings all a flutter.

 The nectar they crave, from this purple place.

Orange  Monarchs, and  Swallow-tails of yellow,

 land on the flowers, to hide their face.

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Nervous, I was, at the dawn of this day.

 But now, I smile at nature’s display.

 And all of those critters, they…like the fay,

  fairy dust of magic, upon me, convey.

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This poem is a result of today’s Daily Prompt, Nervous.  It was inspired from memories of me  as child, sitting in the shade an old lilac bush, my mom had planted.  I loved watching the birds, bees, and butterflies that frequented its branches.

 

 

 

 

You Are A Gift

We are uniquely created for reckless abandonment to our Creator. 

We crave Him,  and long for His sound and scent.

We yearn to share His story:  For God so loved the world.

 And no one else can tell the story quite like you. 

You are a gift to the world.

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How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand.  When I awake, I am still with You. (Psalms 139:17-18)

(Daily Prompt: Scent)

Lisa’s Watercolors, Peace & Tuscany

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Peace by Lisa Hardy

Peace Is a Place

I walk across this bridge,

Of which I often trod.

 Waters ripple and flow,

Caressing earth and sod.

Breezes comb my hair,

Gentle on my nose,

Fragrances so sweet,

Drifting from primrose.

I think of this my place,

Daydreams never cease,

So everywhere I go

I always carry, Peace.

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Tuscany by Lisa Hardy

Tuscany

Fill my glass, one more time.

Grape nectar to percolate!

(Daily Prompt:  Percolate)

Not the Damn Expert!

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Photo from: From The Dairy of a Strong Woman

Don’t listen to them, they have no clout…

Damn voices inside my head!

Telling me this, telling my that

Filling my heart with dread.

“You’re no good.” “Did you think you could?”

Reverberates my mind.

“Hush now…” it says, “You know you should…”

Negatives of EVERY kind!

“You lie!” I say. “I can do it!!”

In your face, I kick the dirt.

“To Hell!” I say.  “Into the pit!”

“You’re not the damn expert!”

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Participation in today’s Daily Prompt:  Expert

 

Almost Old

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Newburyport Ma

Almost Old

A face in the mirror…a companion I see?

Almost old…no…it’s just me.

A voice screams inside my mind,

“Almost old and you can’t stop time!”

Almost old…what can I say?

The past is gone…it’s sifted away.

Almost old…what’s “left” to say?

The rest of my story…Go seize the day!

 “I [Jesus] dwell in timelessness:  I am, I was, I will always be.  [But for you] Time can…be a tyrant, ticking away relentlessly in your mind.  Learn to master time, or it will be your master.” ___ Sarah Young/Jesus Calling

“I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.”  Revelation 1:8

[Poem by Lisa Hardy]

[Daily Post:  Companion]