I'm coming clean
In my own f*cking mess
No Red dresses worn
All Scarlet Letter's on my Red sweater day
It's all so nice and worthless
Takes a bitter pill to swallow
To make a bigger pitcher
Pourn out all over the ground
Rejoice!
The Lord Himself
prepared this day for us.
He’s placed each dew drop on the ground.
New mercies and blessings are all around!
There’s no trouble He’s not foreseen.
Since He’ll use everything
for good, we should
rejoice!
June 10, 2020
*Psalm 118:24 -- This is the day that the Lord hath made; I will rejoice and be glad in it!
Lamentations 3:23 -- His mercies are new every morning.
Romans 8:28 -- We know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
(inspired by William Kekaula's 2019 Red Letter Day Rictameter Contest)
Christ's breath,
written in red;
and read from the bible,
was my great defining moment.
My red letter day, crossroad, and challenge,
so, Christmas is red important ;
the birth of God's own son,
be still and read;
Christ's breath.
________________________
December 16, 2019
Poetry/Rictameter/My Defining Red-Letter Day
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1209-290-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Premier contest, A Red-Letter Day
sponsor, William Kekaula
Fifth Place
Happy
to know that soon
I will hold in my arms
my three fair faraway daughters,
who are heading home this Xmas season.
My house so quiet without them,
the floorboards creek night tears.
It too will be
happy.
04/12/2019
For William Kekaula's contest
A Red-Letter Day Rictameter.
London at its best
Is on a cold rain day
Shrouded around grey
Sat on board a red double Decker bus
In search of the roads paved with gold
As Charles Dickens foretold
Great Expectations
In human relations
Are the elixir of life
But far more often truth be told
Reality is cold
Small comfort on a cold rainy day
But Hey
It cant rain all the time
It was a sad day
a day darker than the dead of a night
a day of confusion
feet denied the adorning protection
what was meant for the feet became the burden of the hand
it was a race were baton can't be changed
the vulture having it's day
the pullet denied shelter
it was the survival of the fittest
souls crying to be saved
aftermath of death and agony
indelible it stuck on the walls
like wild gum on tree trunks
negligent of the kinsmen.
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