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do not simply dawdle and diddle
for life may pass as a twinkle
hardly any time to drag and dawdle
in life, joy and sorrow may mix and mingle
before your powers diminish and dwindle,
enjoy it wilful as a child cheerily toying with shingles
for a change, play on the flute or fiddle
and on your toes, twirl and twiddle
or go for a walk with your funny, furry poodle
or write a peaceful placid idyll,
could even be a distrait doodle
life that is a tricky and ticklish riddle
is never a puddle for you to muddle
but is to clasp, caress and cuddle
let it ring with a jangle or jingle
even when you are sickeningly single
smile, showing your dented dimple
as stars in the sky wink, blink and twinkle
Sep.1.2022
First published in 2021
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One thing I’ve learned about life…in all the memories I’ve collected…is hot to embrace the unanticipated…the unforeseen…the unexpected
Oh, I still believe in planing trips with forethought, caution and care…but I’ve found unplanned moments can lead to happiness…I didn’t know was there.
I remember on a well-planned trip with Deborah…to Chattanooga, Tennessee…a wrong turn down a wrong street…ended at the Moon Pie factory.
If it wasn’t for that wrong turn…that little glitch in our vacation travel riddle…we would have never discovered Moon Pie makes a sandwich with marshmallow ice cream in the middle.
Thanks to one unplanned, unexpected turn in Chattanooga, Tennessee…Moon Pie ice cream was added to our list…of treasured memories.
I used to be a jogger…a daily routine to which I religiously kept…every morning I’d be out there running while the rest of my family slept.
But years of running…on my knees…was too much of a shock…and after two meniscus surgeries…my run became a walk.
I admit my initial disappointment I found difficult to hide…but when I ran…I ran alone…now I walk with Deborah by my side.
We walk together in the morning at slow and steady paces…enjoying the beauty of the animals, the trees and the breeze upon our faces.
I’m not sure how or why this happens…but I find it altogether stunning…how we see and hear things as we walk…I never saw or heard while running.
I don’t know why these moments come about…how by Fate they are selected…but I know whenever I eat a Moon Pie or take a walk with Deborah…I thank my lucky stars for every memory unexpected.
In city streets, where concrete's might
Reigns supreme, I wander, lost in night
A stranger in this urban maze and pain
Searching for a refuge from life's driving rain
The drivers' skills, a mystery to share
A riddle wrapped in chaos, with no one to care
They drive with passion's fire, yet senseless and blind
Their horns, a cacophony, that pierces the mind
A symphony of chaos, that echoes through the night
I search for solace, in the silence, a peaceful sight
The stars above, a twinkling sea
A reminder of the infinite's mystery
Oh, city of gold, where hearts are sold
And love's a distant, fading light, to grow old
I yearn for peace, for a refuge from the fray
A place to call my own, where love will find its way
So I write, to win the bread, and make ends meet
A means to sustain, to survive, and find my feet
The job applications, a never-ending test
The rejections, a familiar tune, that I've learned to rest
"We'll move forward, with another applicant," they say
A phrase, that's lost its sting, as I've weathered many a day
But still I hold on to hope, a glimmer of light
A trust, that God has something better, in store for my plight
Perhaps, I'm being refined, like silver in the fire
A temporary punishment, for my deeds, that will soon retire
For when God opens doors of blessings, no one can shut them tight
I'll walk through them, with gratitude, and a heart full of delight
So I'll keep on writing, through the noise, the chaos, the strife
For in the words, I find my strength, my voice, my life.
Memories, dust and ashes
- the power of eternity's love and desire
Nothing has changed for thousands of years
"Love is better than wine"
A bottle of wine contains a lot of philosophy
- free from erotic desire
Let the roots grow in a cedar tree
The Song of Solomon
a ballad ...
of love and longing
With a humble mind
in purity, truth and love
Divine grace -
the power that illuminates the soul
A state of peace that almost is
beyond human understanding
The Song of Solomon
a ballad ...
of love and longing
Daughter of Jerusalem,
a beauty of the divine
His heart - like soft chimes
Wrap his beautiful virgin in silk and myrrh
One beautiful passionate love story
A man and a woman become one
Everything is placed in the hands of God
09/13/2019
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Write a Psalm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
My own Psalm : Free verse
7th place in the contest
There were times when I couldn’t define…
The way I felt, the small pieces of me…
That I’d kept hidden, safely away…
From the world’s eyes.
There were parts of my heart…
That I wouldn’t allow anyone to see…
Little bits of myself that I kept for only me…
Because I couldn’t believe anyone would accept…
The woman within, the one who had flaws…
Faults that came out sometimes, imperfections…
That taunted and haunted me, …
These, I neglected to reveal…
Because I was afraid of being rejected.
You taught me that love is unconditional
Love sees through the masks,
Into the hidden places…
Deep inside, behind the walls…
Erected to keep away pain and betrayal.
Your love has taught me that I’m ok
I’m someone that deserves love and acceptance
You understand when I make a mistake
And never reject me because I fail some days
Thank you for showing me this love
Love that never fails to make me feel
That I’ve been blessed with something special
Love that is more beautiful and amazing
Than I could have ever anticipated
Love that is alive with joy, hope and faith
Love that knows me, totally…
And gives fully, without holding back
Love that is… the answer to my greatest needs
The reason for my hopes and dreams
Love that becomes… more special
With each passing moment
Thank you, my dear friend
For a love that I can believe in
©2009 by Regina Hill, 2014 by Regina Riddle
Sometimes I climb in the shower,
and stand, bathing myself in glorious water,
waking up my senses,
realising the day is about to start...
And I cry.
That's as far as my strength goes,
if the morning is good.
Now I have to push,
push through the mental pain,
the wall,
the block,
that barbed wire fence.
Now I fight.
I cry because I am mourning.
Why have I lost my strength?
Why does anxiety riddle me
at the thought of washing my hair?
Something so simple,
a form of self-care.
I grieve the person I was.
The water hides my tears,
as I stand with no clothes on my back, stop
no armour for my war.
This is when I am at my weakest,
when the true me is exposed.
No one knows, no one sees,
because I need to survive.
But now, I've said it out loud -
my Achilles.
My kryptonite.
As I turn the shower off,
I hold my breath,
gather what pieces I have,
and make myself look whole.
I’m thankful for so many things
Some big and others simpler.
I’m thankful for the joy I feel…
Knowing that I have a Savior!
I’m thankful for the faith I have,
A certainty that God is forever!
And when I feel alone or sad…
He is there to make me feel better.
I’m thankful for the little things…
Things that are often taken for granted,
My health, my family, my home…
And the Love that God placed inside me.
I’m thankful for sweet memories,
The ones that warm my heart and spirit,
Remind me that my life has been blessed…
More than I could possibly describe.
I’m thankful for so many blessings,
A warm home, good food and clean water…
The satisfaction of knowing I’m loved,
And that I love more than I thought possible.
I’m thankful for small treasures of peace…
Flowers that hint at God’s paintbrush,
Birds that sing to me so sweetly…
And so many pleasant sights and sounds of nature.
I’m thankful for the grace that God gives…
For his lessons and unending forgiveness.
I feel alive because I know HE LIVES…
And heaven awaits me because I know this!
I’m thankful for so much in this life of mine,
The hope, faith and love,… the serenity from above.
I’m thankful that God’s Son has risen…
And I have HIM to thank for this day and every blessing!!!
Happy Thanksgiving to You on this special day…
May God bless you with a day filled with Love beyond measure.
By Regina Riddle – Thanksgiving, 2018
Hoping against hope, I get me into making,
Molding matters patiently; lovingly shaking;
Sand, cement, coarse aggregate mixed into mortar,
Construct best of mansions, as global-supporter...!
Threats plenty, like axes on trees; I overcome,
Hopefully constructing ahead, challenges I numb;
Masterpiece gets artistic touch; in joy I leap,
Doesn't goal of life lie in tough-grown harvest reap?
Faith-deconstruction prettily carved, as a tale,
As destruction of Babel tower in which tongues fail;
Going against the divine edict that demands,
Creatures should not disobey creator's commands...!
I'd loved my lord; yet, my masterpiece had a fall,
I don't know the cause; might be heaven's caution call;
The debris pains me; hardest of labor turned dust,
Heart cleaves; eyes brim-fill; I feel a bit loss of trust...!
Kith and kin laugh; well-wishers call it cruel curse;
Friends fly far away like lambs leaving lines of lions;
Ashamed, as though absolutely stripped-off; I stand,
Fate frightens me extending his barbaric hand...!
I'm nothing; a man of god-head-made flesh-and-blood,
I don't go against God's law; I'm a flower-bud;
My deconstruction, I take, as God's discerned will,
That might be blessing-in-disguise; not deadly-ill...!
27 January 2022
Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life.
Are two beings of any species perfectly the same?
Could the resemblance of a thing be its exactness too?
Isn't each creature a mini-universe in itself?
Each, by way of life, seems as though caged in a common zoo.
Like lions in dominance; the camouflage of a tiger;
Restless enthusiasm of monkeys; calmness of cattle;
Like birds of the air, with aspirations to fly higher
Each moment of our daily existence is a battle.
Though, like dolphins, we care, like crabs, we pull each other's legs.
Like good craftsmen, we construct; like bad ones, we destruct
In solving puzzles, we put in the same box all our eggs.
With strangers the keys to our own homes, we gladly entrust
From birth until the end of life, this puzzle continues.
In peacefully passing through this puzzle lies life's perfect muse.
I have to write so I want fight
Release with a pen paper takes to flight
Tight closed fist opened with might
Is it right?
I might just think might
Words speak louder when verbally not nice
Revised remember importance lights
Turn to burn down candle flames height
I have to write to pour out pitchers of despair
Whether or not who cares
But dare
Say something when they do not know
Arrows shoot but not without bows
Growth
Happens when chosen to receive
I may not be like you and you are most definitely not me
Let’s see how a riddle can be solved
Tea bags boil but they never seem to dissolve
That’s all I saying for today
I may metaphorically say
Days may seem they do end
But today is not a day to pretend
Like everything is going well
They run dry but writing always tell a tale