House in the woods – secluded retreat
A place to escape the crowds that you daily meet
A time for quiet, a time to rewind, before returning to the daily grind
Padre
Forest Retreat
Month: September 2021
Essential
Although at times you annoyingly drip
I count on you so I can have a sip
Without you meals would not be the same
And the dishes would stack up and block the drain
Though a small fixture you punch above your weight
But please stop dripping, I can’t concentrate
Padre
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Write about an inanimate object in your home that you can’t do without, but don’t name it
Tales of Yore
Strike up the harp and sing me a song
Sing me tales of elder days gone by
Skillfully play chords – a melody that moves
And lifts our hearts and imaginations high
Sing of elven magic and dwarven gold
Familiar tales form days of old
And then sit back and drink with me
As we toast the great names of yore
And for your bardic efforts grand
Let me your first glass pour
Padre
Whistle
A whistle
A shrill sound upon the breeze
An incessant sound
That makes me ill at ease
Where does it come from?
Whatever might it mean?
Is it all just in my head?
Or is there something untoward
As yet by me unseen?
Padre
More
Is this all that life holds in store?
No indeed, there’s so much more
A baptism of fire in which to bathe
Beyond John’s dipping – our souls to save*
To be so filled – we rise in potential
Being showered in gifts that for the church are essential**
Some to be prophets, teachers, and guides
And so many more than these besides***
These are available to the brave
That are prepared to be witnesses – others to save
For those who answer the Spirit’s call
You shall be amazed by it all
With head annointed, and soul restored****
A life abundant and so much more
Padre
Inspired by Pastor Vince’s sermon for today
*Acts 19
**Acts 2
***Ephesians 4:11
****Psalm 23
Can’t Wait Till Lunch
Portmanteau is a kind of wordplay
It is combining two words in a particular way
That motor hotel by the highway
Is just a motel – it’s easier to say
I must needs to end here, my belly’s in a crunch
My breakfast I missed, and I can’t wait till lunch
So, I better go catch me a little brunch
Padre
Lecture
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It is a lecture full of wind
As the professor repeats stuff long-tinned
The same address over the years he’s made
Rather than a new one – as he still gets paid
Research is what he sees as his trade
Producing new editions – twice a decade
So until he discovers something new
It’ll be that same old lecture that’s given to you
Padre
https://fivedotoh.com/2021/09/24/fowc-with-fandango-lecture/
Tagged
Words rising skyward
Fresh tags of spraypaint climbing
The very walls speak
Padre
Investigation
Investigation of something new
A detailed search for a clue
What, why, and when?
Questions grand
Just some things to understand
Our curious minds on these things turn
Driving our instinct to learn
Padre
Teeth of the Enemy
Into the teeth of the enemy
Surrounded by scenes horrible – gory
There are those who will risk certain death
All for the idea of glory
But the race is not always to the swiftest
Or victory assured to the brave
Sometimes triumph is delivered
To those their live’s for tomorrow’s battle save
Padre
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge:
tomorrow, death, and glory
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