I
am a
Lighthouse,
proud and tall, ignoring
all the
waves. Inside the
chambers of my soul is peace.
I do not care how
badly the stormy
sea behaves, His
songs of love and
mercies never cease.
My Keeper helps me
daily, my Light is always
on, my eyes have seen
the glory of the resurrected
Lord. In the darkest hour, right
before the dawn, the mighty
storm is silent at His majestic Word.
I warn so many ships at sea of the
great danger, I show the Light,
the safety to the port, I guide them
to The One born in a manger, to the
Truth, the Way, the Life, the strongest Fort,
I am a Lighthouse standing on the Rock of Ages,
The Light for all that hopelessly roam, Hope in all
the storm that rages, I safely lead the sailors to the Home.
~ Sailboat,
in
~~~ calm
weather
~~ you are wasted
but if the winds gust
and howl you are hastened.
~ So I too, through adversity,
~~ am as you are indeed.
For turbulence
pulls taut the slackened lines of apathy,
it fills torpid sails with purpose,
and impels me to proceed.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
So the shape
Of the poem
Does not have
To be the subject
Of the poem.
Aha! Got it. After reading the rules twice, and then thrice, as I did not believe myself the first time or two. But what to write? Something that rhymes? An acrostic? A quatrain? I am in a quandary here, Sometimes the easiest thing to do becomes the hardest when you apply the dendrites and think too hard. I know this and yet, I am not the most prolific bard. What is the contest holder looking for? Some thing unique, simple, well-written and fine. I have to admit I am not as confident as at most other times. I do not want to write about a couch, but here it is Lying in my mind, big time as I try to create one. In a new and unusual way. As it is available and I am worn out just trying, I will lie on it now and take my well deserved cat nap. At rest now. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Written July 3, 2018
For Marueen McGreavy's Get Into Shape Poem Contest
I fell in love with a square
He fell in love with me
We got to know each other
Shortly after I met his friends
They took one look at me
Then bursts into laughter
Hurt words were said to me
It was then in total shock
My boyfriend laughed at me
I said..we were never meant to be
You go your way..I'll go mine
A circle is meant for me.
Cat (Shape poem)
A A
A A A A
claw * * * * cat
black can
coat be
soft CAT brat
snob due
nose birth
pink right
tail sneaky
long cat nip
whiskers scratch
Shape Poem
I R
C C
I L
R E
C L
Copyright McCuen 2009
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