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The Martin Handcart Company endured
a frightful winter in their journey west.
Yet through it all, they would not be deterred,
for with strong faith and hope these Saints were blessed.
Louisa Mellor, in her journal, gave
accountings of their hardships in the cold
and told of how they struggled to be brave
while many died, especially the old.
They'd shovel snowy roads, and they would wade
through icy streams; her mom once stayed behind,
kissed them bye and wept; Louisa stayed
and prayed. When she arose, what did she find?
The Lord must not hate sweets, for she would spy
nearby on snow for sustenance a PIE!
*There are many miraculous accounts from old journals
of LDS pioneers who crossed the plains in the 1800's
to make a home in Utah. This is my sonnet rendition
of one such story which I read about in a church magazine.
Here is just one source where you can read about this faithful
woman:
http://ldswomenshistory.blogspot.com/2010/03/mary-ann-mellor-and-louisa-mellor-clark.html )
For the FAITH contest of Diane Christian
If I had a time machine, I would visit Samuel T Coleridge
My favorite poet of all time, the author or Kubla Khan
"The wailing of his demon lover” sticks in my mind
Delighting me every time, especially today, May 1st, 1803.
As I was speaking to Samuel, his pal William Wordsworth would drop in
They would ask me if I wanted to write a ballad with them.
I would be thunderstruck with happiness but too shy to do it
However, I would clap in rhythm as they created
Wordsworth would talk about his deep love of the
“Beauteous forms of the natural world”
I would be amazed by their vocabulary
They would both blow my mind out into the hills
I would set my time machine to 1858 next.
To visit Jules Verne, one of my favorite authors.
I would ask him how he thought to create
Around the world in eighty days and twenty leagues under the sea.
Amazed that we still speak of him in 2025,
he would have a zillion interesting questions to ask me
I would set the time machine to year 1868 next. .
My last stop would be to visit Louisa May Alcott, author of Little Women.
Our Little Group
by Bob (Robert) Moore © 2016
I love to read the poetry,
the verse, the rhyme, the symmetry
it’s there for all the world to see,
I love to read the poetry
We started up a group you know,
so we could let these words just flow
back and forwards, to and fro,
we started up a group you know
We encourage each other to try and write,
words that rhyme, and some that might
which come to us by day or night,
we encourage each other to try and write
There’s John and Pam and Williams keen,
Dennis, Mary, Louisa, Irene
Sheila, Keven and Rik have been,
to tell verse of things they’ve done and seen
With Gareth, John Holmes, William posts for him,
Pauline, Angie, and Bob are in
the group we started as a bit of fun,
but we all enjoy what we have done
Many other cheer us on,
“nice one Bill”, “I enjoyed that John”
“I remember”, and “we used to do that,
we see it in rhyme, and it brings it all back
If I’ve forgotten anyone who’s posted,
I really hope, I don’t get roasted
and to all those who, have cheered us on,
we’re glad you enjoyed our bit of fun.
life itself is an ocean
full of whales and sharks
sometimes swimming, sometimes sailing
sometimes surviving in an ark
don't be scared John Henry
just avoid the guns and knives
stay away from jealous men
and don't look at their wives
don't be afraid Hattie May
of the word woman and what it means
dignity and shame are both
worldly things that we give a name
plots and lies pollute the mind
and may cause death and doom
but they can only harm you
if you give them enough room
be cautious Terrence Avery
but not with fright and fear
success and failure are both measures
but they do not define your years
fear not Fenita Diane
for not all of life is loss and regret
and though there be tears and agony
joy and gladness awaits us yet
just wait Felisha Louisa
for we do not know the distance
between gut's and glory
having to risk, needing to save, wanting to win
are tools to fight our fears
bravery, faith and failure
inspire us, each in it's own way
but trying is the only way
to conquer our day and days
our oceans aren't uncrossable
if we make our fears behave
Form:
Fairies among the leaves were happy.
Morning wind gently rocked them to and fro,
Upon the dewy grass, butterflies spread
their gay wings then flew
among the flowers to peep at them.
On a silvery mushroom little cakes of flower-dust sat
on a broad green leaf, the violets made a fairy meal, and
their drink was dew from the flowers’ bright leaves.
“How warm the sun grows!
I must hasten away to the shadows of the ferns.
The dear flowers heedless of sun or shower are left
in vain;
and this night
sad
can do nothing;
be brown
as a withered leaf,
left alone.
Suzanne Delaney
Found Poem
Flower Fables
Louisa May Alcott
I kept the stegosaurus hidden because I do not trust neighbors
They call if the cat jumps over the fence
Police have been here twice about me putting my garbage out
ten minutes early
I bought Steggie off a pirate who did not have much background information
I do not care; he is the best-behaved pet I have ever had
He mows the lawn, and he does not hop all over people like the baby goats did.
The neighbors were always calling about those two!
What do you have back there? My great aunt Louisa asked, peeking out the window.
I said, "fat dog".
All I need is a bunch of newspaper reporters tromping around.
When you live like a hoarder, it’s best to keep your stegosaurus a secret.
That way, he can come inside when the weather gets colder
And the health department will be none the wiser.
“What a pretty dog!” Aunt Louisa said, calming my fears.
A rich tapestry of colors light up her name
With hues of lilac and crimson in a soft flame
Whispering of the rich and brilliant praises
Her words have obtained with their phrases
Flowing across the page like a gentle rain
Her nouns and verbs show how they do pain
The hearts of millions who read their delights
Caresses to the spirit who listens with insights
Feeling alive to the dance her words cause
Always awakening feelings to give such pause
Singing with miracles from the angel’s lips
Like glowing poetry left to present their scripts
Heavenly skies filled with stars, moon and charms
Welcoming the senses to be embraced in sweet arms
Sent on the wings of doves who ease the reflections
With visions of hope, happiness and inspiring connections
Louisa May Alcott wrote her heart out in Little Women
Giving us all reasons to believe we’d sing some hymn in
The satisfaction that came from knowing such a story
I doubt she ever knew her tale would bring alive such glory
I love how life in the midst of its wars, its killings,
its behaviors so thoughtless and vile
will set set aside a moment every now and then
a moment to make us smile.
Little Women is a popular book-
I had just sold one of the two new ones we acquired
when a little woman came up to the counter
“Do you have Little Women?” She inquired.
“I believe there is still one left.” I said
as I led her through the store…right to it.
Then I walked back to the counter
as she began leafing through it.
No sooner had I returned to the counter
in the ten seconds that it took
when another little woman, younger than the first,
asked for that same book.
“We have one copy left.” I said.
There was no reason to deny it.
“But there is another woman who just came in
and I think she want’s to buy it.”
“I’ve never read it and was hoping you had it.” The woman frowned
“My mom said I’d adore it.
Let me at this other woman.” she said jokingly
“I will gladly fight her for it.”
“Here comes the woman now.” I said
“I’m sorry we don’t have another.”
Then the woman at the counter smiled…
“No need to…that’s my mother!”
They smiled…they hugged…they took a step back
and gave each other a look…
“Hey, the mother said holding it up.
“Can you believe I found your book?”
The mother bought the book for her daughter
They left the store hand in hand…
And I thought how some of the most special moments in life
are the ones that go unplanned….
Like how one book could illustrate a mother’s and daughter’s love
right in front of me…
and as two little women left the store…I smiled
thinking Louisa May Alcott would agree.
pouring rooibos tea for no one
but me.
the high whistle would not
be a sound
if it was all alone.
still, i set out three florid cups —
to gratify Lily-Bell and Thistledown.*
the fairies love the blue rose
and butterfly inside
my fine porcelain.
later, I shall set aside
the Flower Fables*
and long stem conversation.
i shake out the welcome mat
with all its earthly problems
and exact a calligraphic invitation.
i lay down the sublime —
it waits for your shoes
teeny or otherwise
and silver wings
golden halo
fairy dust.
that’s you because i say so
it’s been too long —
even a day, without you!
3/16/2020
*Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott
We are friends for… I forgot already, sometime almost 5 years or more than 5 I don’t know
She told me that she does not have a close friend
I thought I didn’t but there are my childhood friends
Wilma Claire, Charlotte, Louisa and Steph
Called and happily told her that both Basil and I will be having our vaccination for COVID 19
That I worked hard to urge Basil to get one too
Basil went back to me and told me the hour on the same place I am getting vaccinated
I called her to tell her my good news
I asked her to go and get one too
She said she already have it
So I said Huh?! Questionable, When
On March 25, 2021
In the city of San Mateo
Because I was very happy that we’re getting vaccinated
I just let it go
At night time
I was on my bed and thought about that phone call I did with her
Mixed feelings Surprised, Questionable, hurt, rage, anger, betrayed
When I thought about it
Heart was crying
I was at rage
Mom told me to call her
Told mom that I don’t feel like calling her because I didn’t like what she did
Mom spoke to me and said that’s how she is
I thought about her illness
Reminisced that she told me she didn’t have any close friend
KABOOM!
Thought that she does not know how to be a friend especially closed ones
I forgave her
Told her how friends are to each other
That friends are like team members
Working on one goal, to win
With friends… to have happiness eventually joy
Forgiveness is the key
She’s not aware of how friends are like
Of course, she does not know how because she didn’t have any
Comprehension is what I did
Remembering that Jesus died because of the people
People are naïve
Jesus forgave people because He loves them
I forgave her because I love her
Written: 3172021
Poetry Form: Narrative poem