I let it slip away . . .
a beautiful beautiful day.
I’d looked out my window and seen
blue sky and grass so green.
Then back in bed I lay
as I slept the morning away.
At last I awoke but I had
my chores! I felt so bad.
Why in bed did I stay
and not go outside just to play?
By the time my chores were all done,
much dimmer was the sun.
Oh, why did I delay
enjoying this best day of May?
With joy I could have been biking
or on a trail hiking.
Wild flowers in array
I could have plucked for a bouquet.
In a cool stream I could have splashed
or through a meadow dashed.
No, it is not okay.
the glory of May to betray.
Procrastinating is my sin.
Sun could have kissed my skin.
With contriteness I say
I let a great day slip away.
May 1, 2023
N/A poem
*Happy May Day everyone! This poem is an experiment with a new rhyming form I created. It consists of couplets with alternating syllable counts of 6/8 and 8/6. The 6/8 couplets are monorhymes.
Categories:
contriteness, may,
Form: Rhyme
“Love is like a rose. When pressed between two lifetimes, it will last forever.” – Anonymous
In vast wilderness of emerald summer, rose blossoms brightness,
Like the moon's latterly visits, in pearly, glimmering contriteness.
Her scent lingers in the hearts and minds, of those who knew her,
Through the precious and golden days, gone by in a piquant blur.
Grace, beauty, and cool elegance, in a thousand delicate shades,
Swirling and dancing in silent places, that honeyed sun pervades.
Unforgettably luscious and languid, visitor to many dreamy hours,
Pursuing on a winding path to eternity, with odd, hypnotic powers!
Written on August 28, 2022
For: Eight Lines of Rhyme - Your Favorite
Flower Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
contriteness, appreciation, beauty, memory, nature,
Form: Rhyme
What kind of day was it. Clean
the house. Notice the full moon.
Read a sheaf of old poems.
Listen to jazz tunes. Open mail.
Refuse to make of it more
than it was. What is it for,
don't ask. Squirrel or spider
your cares are yours to savor,
enjoy or fear. Tinnitus
of the ear, sinusitis
of the nose, bale contriteness
of the soul. Moriturus.
Consider economy
soul's eponymity.
The opening canopy
panoramic mystery.
Neither joyful nor depressed.
Not the worst and not the best.
I lived, as did my dentist.
To the east and west, the self.
Categories:
contriteness, care, day, fear, moon,
Form: Verse
If in trouble always pray and ask for Jesus's nod.
Through Him if He wills, the Holy Spirits wisdom will get you to God.
With the Lord all things are possible.
Pray in contriteness, humbly, and nothing with God's help is impossible.
Our Father is there for all of "us".
If in Jesus we trust.
The Holy Spirit is given by God, if He wills.
In faith our troubles will be over and that is a wonderful thrill.
Our world is in trouble the devil is here.
So be vigil pray always to be worthy soon Jesus will appear.
God's plan is written in the Holy Bible.
It's a need we have for our Spiritual revival.
Cast to this earth the evil one's time is short.
It will be a blink of and eye and it will be curt.
The faithful who are troubled have God and through faith should not worry.
The followers of Satan will wake up and for eternity they'll be truly sorry.
Categories:
contriteness, faith, faith, jesus,
Form: Rhyme