orange city celebrates the dutch colorful beds of tulips you’ll see rich almond pastries (we eat too much) look! baton twirlers lead marching band big parade horses turn at reigns’ touch view provincial dress and wooden shoes, enjoy quilt show, dutch dancers and such hear street singers, old organ for free buy souvenir delft for display hutch
This form is a “magic 9” poem with 9 lines of 9 syllables each; rhyme scheme of abacadaba.
bitten by the snake, poison circulates system. venom on the tongue, with desire to bite back.
why live on blade of bitterness? if offender will not be offended; yet stabbed more hearts than one when chose another over dear son.
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Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” (Romans 12:19, ESV)
My friend Marie is a force of and for nature. She’s come by her fierce soul honestly, through the trauma of living with, not one but two, abusive husbands consecutively; and losing an adult son to hit and run. She’s seen her share of suffering and grief. Yet, she cares about others and about the earth, our home. It hurts her to see people trash it.
She encourages everyone who will listen to recycle. When I lived on the farm (where we burned our own garbage) Marie accepted all my empty milk jugs and other plastics to put in recyclables bin in town. Now I live close to town and bring in our recyclables myself, including cardboard and glass. That makes Marie proud.
Marie picks up trash while on our walks and checks garbage cans for plastic bottles within reach. Sometimes her little car is full of bags of materials to be recycled. It’s almost a part-time job for her, now in her seventies. She may be small but she has a big heart and faith. She believes we must take better care of God’s beautiful world.
earth’s creatures fragile plastic rings can suffocate choking on our trash
Written for Earth Day 2024, “Planet vs. Plastics” theme and linked to dVerse poets where Frank hosts haibuns.
i’d like to write a book so that people would understand good farmers truly care about the animals they raise and feed and breed, deliver young, nourish the herd.
it’s more than just business and bottom line but for the love of cows that farmers will work hard to keep them growing and alive thru snowstorms, heat, disease, and parasites.
explain how methane cycle benefits; how cow manure enhances health of soil. why farmers plant their fields with corn and hay to keep cattle content chewing their cud.
cows give us dairy products and real beef both protein sources good for humankind we treat our cattle with humane kindness and they in turn help us to feed the world.
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Sanaa hosts poetics at dVerse today featuring poems of Maggie Smith. I’ve written in monologue style with no end rhyme but rhythmic pattern of iambic pentameter.
my box was antique blue with a heart-shaped lock, tiny key and gold filigree- patterned lid, lifted fragilely on two hinges to reveal tray of velvety divided squares
my box held real jewelry, leftovers from my mother and grandmother which i imagined in woke-dreams they’d worn to royal teas and exotic travels overseas
my box was old, well-used; velvet rubbed bare in spots till hinges broke irreparably and i left childhood dreams behind, discarded with box but kept jeweled memories
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Patterned after Gillian Clarke’s poem, “My Box” and shared with Kim at dVerse poetsOLN.
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