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God's Strength, God's Word, God's Love

trijan refrain 

The heart half full means something’s wrong -
the Spirit’s oil runs low.
When emptied, broken, we are strong
refilled, and ready so -
God’s strength can fix a heart gone dull
our selfish contents He can cull.
       God’s strength restores
       God’s strength restores
each day to keep our mark on full. 

The heart half full means needs may go
unmet by God’s own grace.
We’re called to let our fellows know
that they can win this race.
God’s Word abounds with help each day,
it must be read to find the Way.
       God’s Word abounds
       God’s Word abounds
to fill the empty hearts who stray.

The heart half full calls us to prayer,
it’s time to take a break.
Engaged with work, no time to spare
another’s thirst to slake?
God’s love pours forth when we look up
and ask for wisdom in our cup. 
       God’s love pours forth
       God’s love pours forth
enough to share, our neighbors sup.

written by Reason A. Poteet
posted September 19, 2014


**I realize this is a combination of iambic verse in tetrameter, trimeter, and dimeter but that is the requirement for a trijan refrain, a variable line length. If it does not meet the rules of your contest, I will understand.

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2014

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Spider's Purse

a dizain

Admire her casting, lines of silky floss;
survey as artist drafts her masterpiece.
Enclosing space invisibly across,
then single-handedly, she will increase
the center parts to form unseen valise.
A purse of unsuspected, vicious taint -
its straps in hand, she naps - a wily feint.
Artistic beauty flows, but will soon ebb,
when tender insects clutter her restraint.
Artiste awakes to wealth within her web.




Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2010

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Come

 dramatic monologue 

come
come quickly 
come, spotless Bridegroom

come, Lord
come fill our thirst 
come, gift your bride with peace

come and conclude your covenant
come, declare your earthly kingdom
come, show your power over death

even so,
Lord Jesus, come

written by Reason A. Poteet
3 Sep 2014
using anaphora, a poetic device

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2014

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Strange Beauty

 sijo (Visual 4)    

Tolerance and empathy between people of opposite stance
could take a lesson or two from the English countryside.
There single hedges fuse the best of holly, hawthorn and yew.

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2015

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Steadfast Grit

Some tomorrow soon, I shall walk again,
though not as I walked in days past.
To reach that doorway - my foremost campaign
and thus I'll keep walking my last.
Therapy is pain; it's a stormy fight
taking great effort in this cast.
The doctor reports my future looks bright,
I'll walk again, my grit steadfast. 

The memory of the accident still clear.
Walking alone I had just passed
the corner turn that leads back from the pier.
dune buggies race the storm too fast
in sand too deep, too wet for certainty
lightning and collision contrast
In time, I'll grasp life as an amputee.
I'll walk alone, my grit steadfast.

New normal I tackle with amnesty,
I cannot cast blame nor lambast.
For such is pathetic activity
generating storms far more vast
than one which caused my disability.
My good broken leg is the mast
where my banner flies with tenacity.
I'll walk at peace, my grit steadfast.


Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013

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Springtime with Gramps

The death of winter carries varied sights.
In April, when dandelions roar, “It’s Spring!”
green yards transform by magic overnight.
Gramps had sprayed his lawn, but in ours weeds bring
an old game for kids as they dance and swing.

Small windmills in disguise, children spread seeds
giving Grandpa a cause for some dismay.
He is no grouch,  fence conversation leads
to friendly talk of butterflies at play -
riddles about what nature does in May.

The kids amazed, watch squirrels building nests,
questions evolve about the birds and bees.
Gramps calls them varmints - Mother's Nature’s pests.
“Ask your folks”, he replies with cough and wheeze.
In naptime dreams, he aims a gun at trees.

Gramps takes a walk, golf umbrella hovers
for spring rains do not announce their coming.
A neighbor lady hobbles to cover.
Listen, his cane on her sidewalk - drumming,
sweet songs of spring love, two voices humming.


written May 7, 2014, edited on May 25, 2014

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2014

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purple gold

purple gold 
payday on Friday
migrants' plainsong

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013

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The Zulu Coconut Speaks

The words of the Zulu coconut, a once coveted souvenir from an indulgent visit to festive Mardi Gras. As our hero speaks two mice nibble unobserved at his coat. "Beads were slung; doubloons cast. Grasping tourists seized the trifling throws. Floats advanced in the queue krewes tossed their tokens wildly. Prize gifts are meant to be given. So I, Zulu, went from hand to hand." Meanwhile a mischief of mice emerged to attack Zulu's varnished coat. As they quickly devour him, his paint began its work within their stomachs to do the same. Zulu's last witnessed speech: "Far better to restock the soil of earth. Better to be spent as nourishment to some. Better still to end this life by sprouting as a seed of hope. Better than this: "paint may be toxic."

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2012

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A Settled Sweetness in Love

  two septets with rhyme  

At last, my friend and I bear no shame.
We spent a year seeking a soul-mate.
His eyes obliged my life to claim,
yet he could not, he would not propose.

Our calm ship was headed aground
for months we kept it together -
an ocean of hope, my playground.


Fisherman's widow!  At long last
I reeled in and quit my fishing.
I found my reach exceeds my grasp.

Two smiling faces fade from sight, 
we travel on very different waves.
Feeling free, we are all alone tonight,
the settled sweetness of farewell.


inspired by a quote from Andrea del Sarto byRobert Browning, 
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,"

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2015

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Wet but Wiser

palindromes

A dog! A panic in a pagoda!
Teenager Rex brought a can of soda;
he shook it up hard and then pulled the tab.
But Rex was too slow for their choc'late lab.

Cain: a maniac, the brown dog's head swelled,
confused by the fizz but a rat he had smelled.
He was a god's dog, ergo, a ogre -
mighty fine watchdog, well-trained at Kroger.

Schooled in their stockroom with all kinds of nuts
whose tricks won ribbons for all kinds of mutts.
Cain's radar kicked in, went straight for the can
and turned it on Rex who lost his game plan.

On the way out, Cain offered some Kleenex.
No one's the wiser, except maybe Rex.
Recording the facts, Cain writes in his log,
Was it a rat I saw? or Am I a dog?


6 palindromes:
A dog, a panic in a pagoda
Cain, a maniac
god's dog
ergo, a orgre
radar
Was it a rat I saw




Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2012

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