A Sonnet of True Love

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
Nor sands upon the shore lie my sins waste
No feathered wing has carried or held struck
The palate’s flavors never more to taste
Ah, sweet release harks from a rule of reign
A mightier hand no mortal could defy
All Earth and creature’s pandering in vain
None respite found from oceans deep to sky
But one alone has severed my soul’s fate
From sheol’s darkened flames that never die
A stillness louder than one’s deadened state
Appetites unquenched in low mournful cries
A Savior who has swallowed every curse
Now my judgement paid by Heaven’s purse


Napowrimo.net day 27 prompt. Use a line from one of Shakespeare’s sonnets and write your own. The first line of mine is from Shakespeare.


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Positively Prompt

I wake – a new day
Sun erases night
Prompts alter my world
Now a hopeful view
Words – a lens of hope
See what was not – and
Work through


dVersepoetspub.com prompt is a new form to me. A Lai

I would welcome feedback.

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Humor Saves My Life (and maybe yours)

Life is serious
No doubt about it
Tears oft my water to grow
God has made laughter for me; everyone who hears will laugh with me.

Debt is high
Money low
I can’t go backwards
Only forward
God has made laughter for me; everyone who hears will laugh with me.

Tragedy can devastate
Yeah, even still
Anger has propensity
For sepsis
God has made laughter for me; everyone who hears will laugh with me.

Forks in roads darkened by shadow
In the face of dubious bends
Unraveled by my feet
I’ve found laughter
To be a friend

Shards of hopeless dreams
Scattered on colorless faces
I can so easily blend in
God has made laughter for me; everyone who hears will laugh with me.

So I’ll state my claim loud
My knees will bow
In my weakness, He bestows
In me no grandeur pomp
God has made laughter for me; everyone who hears will laugh with me.

Napowrimo.net day 26 write a poem with repetition.

Gen 21:6 “Sarah said, God has made laughter for me; everyone who hears will laugh with me.”


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Spring And I Thaw

The zoysia grass
Brittle and pale
Tortilla still
from winter’s crisp blanket
Now awake she waits…

Sunlight softens slow
Like my frozen hands
Burnt by ice as a child
I stayed out too long
Not hot, but cool water softens

Can we see the ironing
Of Spring’s garb?
Our own creases
Unfolded and thawed

I feel
Open air
I inhale
I taste
Spring stretches her arms
Pulling life from branches
Calling the hummingbirds home
Napowrimo prompt for yesterday.

challenge you to write a poem that:
1. Is specific to a season
2. Uses imagery that relates to all five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
3. Includes a rhetorical question, (like Keats’ “where are the songs of spring?”)


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Look at them!

Each one different…

And adorable


We want to save them…

All sizes, all shapes

Not one, a mistake

From that bearded Ostrich

Three hundred pounds!

To the Yellow wagtail

So close to the ground

Waistcoated Penguin

Stands in temperatures frigid

The Bee Hummingbird

Seems so fragile and frail

Wandering Albatross

With one flip of a wing

Soars miles and miles


The mighty Grey Heron

So focused and still

And the Sand Grouse carries water

Her feathers filled

What anomaly is pictured

Among this pack

Is the man with the hat

He had to purchase his clothes

From a store off a rack


Day 24 Napowrimo.net prompt  Open a reference book and write of a word or two that inspires you.  I opened the Bird reference book to this picture and the first word I saw was anomalies.






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Spring’s Tide

Pulling the plug
From an inflatable bed
Loosening a balloon
From its tied end

Compressing dough
After hours of swell
Dripping like ice
Now in sunlight I melt

My coat now hung
Though close by
Cause where I live
Temperatures both fall
And rise


dVerse prompt is a quadrille. Exactly 44 word poem excluding the title. The word is rise.

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Painting Words




She draws attention
She draws freedom
She draws beauty
She makes the flight colorful
And effortless
In her hands
The Spirit drips
Oh that my words
Could paint such a picture


Day 22 for Napowrimo.net . I am using a painting from my friend in this prompt today.

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that engages with another art form – it might be about a friend of yours who paints or sculpts, your high school struggles with learning to play the French horn, or a wonderful painting, film, or piece of music you’ve experienced – anything is in bounds here, so long as it uses the poem to express something about another form of art.

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