Her dress was timeless
Not too much revealed
Leading the imagination to wonder
What the yellow silk concealed
It was a question – the answer – no man knew
For she had standards
To which she was true
She too was timeless
Not subject to fashion or whim
She reserved that secret for that “special him”
Padre
https://godoggocafe.com/2022/08/30/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-august-30-2022/ :“yellow”, “concealed”, and “timeless
A long roll split, filled with cold-cuts and cheese
What do you call it, if you have one of these
For some it’s a hoagie, to another – a sub
But these terms in the Big Apple – folks tend to snub
For this dining delight there is a hero
All other names rank as a zero
So bring on the ham, pastrami, and Swiss cheese
And stack it all up as thick as you please
Padre
Once upon a time
So many tales begin
But as an exact point of reference
It is really pretty thin
“In the beginning”
Is the place perfect to start
It is how Genesis opens
And where John’s gospel starts
There is no need to question
Of where it rests in time
For we know its point of origin
At creation sublime
Padre
He saw the smoke
An alarm raising
Seeking help after the risk appraising
As the burning dwelling –
Began to burst out flame
All around him thought he was to blame
He was unable their minds to change
So he was led off in handcuff chains
Padre
From a Japanese bridge – I gazed upon
Floating lilies on a tranquil pond
Elaborate gardens and tree-lined ways
Exquisite visions on a summer day
My camera captured the marvellous sight
But I lacked the skill of the painter of Starry Night
And so my photos of Giverny
Are but baby steps in an artistic journey
Padre
Rory had an infantile fascination with the whole ghoul scene. There wasn’t a Zombie movie he hadn’t seen at least once, and many of them several times. He could recite the dialogue from Zombieland verbatim, and there weren’t many werewolf or slasher films that he’d missed either.
After finishing school, he thought since gore didn’t bother him, it would be a great career move to become a paramedic, and therefore enrolled at the nearby college to begin his training. The only problem was that on his first case of giving actual first aid, he passed out at the smell and texture of the blood. So much for the movies.
Padre
There are those that make a stand
For causes and for reasons they don’t understand
The hysteria of the moment
The movement that’s “in”
Everyone else seems to be doing it
And such reasons akin
Do they stop for a moment,
Consider the cause?
Or do they rush in,
No matter the flaws?
Let us pause to consider
The things we endorse
So sometime in the future
We won’t look back with remorse
Padre
No, not again – how could you return?
I thought all those bridges I did burn
I sent you to some folks far away
And they said they were glad to have you stay
My eyes are watering
I have to sneeze
Can you just go back and remain there, please?
Okay I admit
You’re kind of cute
It is a fact I can’t dispute
But you are not suppose to be back here
This is not your place – didn’t I make that clear
I have three goldfish now – don’t you go near
Please don’t look at me – in that way
(Achoo) – I guess I’m going to let to stay
Padre
My wish for the new year
Is the happiness of those I hold near and dear
Times of late have brought spirits low
With lock downs and no place to go
Prices rose, and yet politicians scoffed
While maskless “heroes” hacked and coughed
So at this juncture of a new year
I pray we can leave behind our recent fears
Padre
Today’s prompt: Begin a poem with the line
My wish for the new year…
My sins beyond measure
My failings so great
Transgressions often wilful
Daily I make
But forgiveness even greater
The measure of His grace
Overlooking my failings
For He died in my place
Padre
Use “my sins beyond” in any form of writing
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