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
Beneath the evergreen
On needled ground
Amid the dropped cones
A treasure was found
How it got there
I haven’t a clue
But it’s been the subject
Of a theory or two
Might it have been placed there
In a time long ago
Using the tree – its location to show
Or might it been dropped
Just the other day
By some passer by
I really can’t say
Padre
Omni-omni-ant
Viewing the blip – we call time and space
Omnipresent
Taking it all in at His own pace
Beyond the comprehension
Of limited beings
How could I possibly explain such seeings?
Padre
Gone now the early bright display
All that’s left is damp and grey
Leaves a sodden carpet brown
On which to slip and perhaps fall down
A chill now fills my aching bones
As we rush to start to heat our homes
Autumn which I welcomed but a few weeks ago
I’ve now grown tired of – does it show?
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Padre
Letting words speak for themselves
No need to use a determiner
Conjuctions too can stay away
As language still flows a-okay
Let lingo then have free rein
No ifs or buts or stuff
Just let words speak their voice
After all it could be verse
Padre
Today’s prompt: Write a poem without using the words “the” and “and”
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