February 27, 2011


Prompt from Writer's Island: improvisation

Rhapsodizing life:
spontaneous melodies,
impromptu measures.

February 24, 2011

Men of Honor

Prompt from Poetic Asides: use any song title as the title of a poem
Song chosen is "Men of Honor" from the Gettysburg soundtrack (Randy Edelman)

Just like his daddy and
his granddaddy before him,
he spent his childhood
hunting and fishing,
wandering the woods,
whittling the hours,
learning the land
like the back of his hand,
listening to the animals
and the sounds of nature,
learning geography,
applying math and science
in the classroom of
the great outdoors.

Just like his daddy and
his granddaddy before him,
he grew up strong and brave,
ready to take on the world,
proud of his heritage,
standing tall in his boots,
riding high in the saddle,
guns always at his side;
even prouder of his family,
protecting and providing
by the labor of his hands
and living off his lands,
working hard each day,
praying even harder.

Just like his daddy and
his granddaddy before him,
he’ll someday die a hero;
protecting the land he loved,
providing security for
his wife and kids
in the form of a future,
fighting on his knees,
praying on the battlefield,
following the footsteps of
great men gone before him,
generations of freedom;
good old country boys,
men of honor.

February 13, 2011

Designer Plans

Prompt from Sunday Scribblings: one thousand years

“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb … Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.”
Psalm 139:13,16

One thousand years
Before time began
He knew me

Before the world’s foundation
Its seed of creation
He formed me

Preceding man’s formation
Before dust was laid
He created me

February 12, 2011


Prompt from Writer's Island: epiphany

Every night is the same:
lazing in bed, waiting
for sleep to silence my
mind and quiet my eyes.

I wait, trying not to
think, listening to
white noise and staring
into cool darkness.

I count the seconds
instead of sheep; flip
my pillow every five
minutes for variety.

And then it comes:
and I can hardly stay
in bed, must get up
and write it down-

my epiphanies.

February 09, 2011


Prompt from Poetic Asides:  write a "one of these days" poem
Prompt from Big Tent Poetry: write the cure for your "blues"

“And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for … the redemption of our bodies” (Romans 8:23).

One of these days
a new morning will dawn,
shimmery with sunshine,
scented with sweet dew,
accented with birdsong,
cloudless skies of blue.

And I will arise
no longer world-weary,
strong and beautiful,
alive with abundance,
free from infirmities,
perfect and whole.

And on that day
morning will dawn,
many others will arise,
new life will replace old,
affliction will be no more.
We shall be changed.

February 06, 2011


Prompt from Writer's Island: beguile
Prompt from Sunday Scribblings: story
Based on the Biblical account of the first transgression of Divine law (Genesis 3).

blinded by desire
she took what was forbidden
ignored boundaries

she savored its taste
lustily ate every bite
shared with another

guilt followed the crime
law had been violated
judgment would come soon

cast out of Eden
sentenced to life with sorrow
blinded by desires

February 04, 2011

Red Alert

Prompt from Big Tent Poetry
use one or more of the following words
Wordle: wordle prompt 01-31-11

t o r n a d o
that bladed cyclone
r o t a t i n g
twirling and grinding
ever darkening angles
r e s i s t a n t

February 01, 2011

O Love, that blessed mercy

Prompt from Poetic Asides: write a sonnet

O Love, that blessed mercy of mankind
that cripples one and leaves another blind
with seeming ease: how dreadful is that pain
and yet how glad, how lustfully obtained.

O Love, that clever fox of clemency
that guards itself from death so jealously,
how coveted that glory, how desired
for all its charms, so well admired.

O Love, that muted dove so passionate,
to yearning hearts ever affectionate;
yet silently it steals us full away
as though we were its quarry or its prey.

O dawn, thou precious light of Love, and cause
my feeble mind to understand your laws.