Posts tagged ‘poetry’

April 12, 2021

Perfection in pink again

by Jem Croucher

8 of 12 in ‘The Spring 21’ series from Jemverse

The clematis against the fence

of the allotment in Ham Field

has many words which may describe

the beauty here revealed

But I’ll keep it nice and simple

the best way here I think

and simply say in these eight lines

perfection’s here in pink

April 8, 2021

A #MoscowMitch Corporate Bitch Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

Moscow Mitch corp whore

Q -How does M.Mitch say this crap with a straight face?
A – He does it with his hand out.

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April 8, 2021


by Frank Hubeny

I playfully watch butterflies
and blossoms yellow, blue.
Forgiveness came with joyful cries
and life turned bright and true.

April 7, 2021


by Frank Hubeny

There’s nonsense in the stuff I hear.
What once had order, now there’s noise.
The blatant dare of fake destroys
the shield we fashioned stopping fear.

Apocalyptic times are here.
We need full armor for this fight:
the truth, the doing what is right,
the peace and faith, salvation, too,
and God’s own Word. Let hearts renew
and face the darkness with this light.

I am thinking of Ephesians 6.

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April 5, 2021

A Jewish Optimist Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

Jewish optimist
This is me

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April 3, 2021

A Do The Wrong Thing Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

Republican Ethics: Hear, See, Speak No Evil.

Republican Ethics: Hear, See, Speak No Evil.

The Republican silence about Matt Gaetz is deafening

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April 2, 2021

Rabbit Hole

by Frank Hubeny

I used to love my rabbit hole
so dark with death and dirt.
When Jesus bopped my rabbit ears,
washed my clothes, released my fears….
These tears of joy don’t hurt.

Inspired by a prompt from Linda Kruschke.

April 1, 2021


by Frank Hubeny

Large trees prepare a canopy
which shades what’s on the ground.
Competitors for light complain
yet those preferring softer rain
give praise for what they’ve found.

Long sent beneath this canopy
I walk upon the ground.
It’s not my duty to complain.
I’m blessed with more than ample rain
and praise that I’ve been found.

April 1, 2021

Beginning VIII

by Jem Croucher

8 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months IV’ series

At the beginning of April

the sunshine arrived

bringing with it a warmth

which we’d been deprived

of for ages it seems

through the long winter cold

which though we’d resisted

had taken a hold

But now that’s the past

as the Springtime is here

and we all turn a face

to the warmth and the cheer

March 31, 2021


by Frank Hubeny

Temptation’s pretty finger draws
me pleasantries to tease desire
which burns when my mind’s set on fire.
I freely chose. I was the cause
and not deterministic laws.
Then demons set my mind to sleep.
Their cackling rises from the deep.
Perhaps I did not fail? I shake
as nightmares make assumptions quake
and leave a scream or two to keep.

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March 29, 2021

An It’s A Spring Thing Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

Allergy season

It’s that time of year when Love is in the Air
And a whole lotta pollen

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March 28, 2021

Thoughts to Paint

by Venkat

the time I poured
in velvet corners
waiting as a bud
to sip in cold arms

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March 25, 2021

A Thoughts and Prayers??? Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

thoughts and prayers

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March 24, 2021


by Frank Hubeny

When evening comes I rest my hand
and trust He takes it in some way.
It’s one more ending of a day,
a time to dream and understand,
but if I don’t, it’s all still grand.
Before the dawn comes calming night
then starts the song I see as light.
I’ve rarely felt the urge to dance,
but often swayed as in a trance.
One day I’ll dance and get it right.

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March 23, 2021

Divine Ducks

by Venkat

dormant dawn, distant drums
dahlias damp, dimpled deck

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March 17, 2021


by Frank Hubeny

I don’t know why he waited there
with eyes all worried sizing me.
He’d run I knew eventually
off to his family, friends, some where
my camera couldn’t reach. We stare.
He’s wishing for a shady rock,
some plants or weeds, a builder’s block,
a hole that only good guys know.
Abruptly it was time to go.
I’m innocent, but triggered shock.

Here’s a picture of him.

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March 13, 2021


by Venkat

colorless caresses, colored calm
cast corners, castled charm
crested crown, cold curse
crooked cherries, canted curls

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March 12, 2021

Zander’s Gift

by Alanna

He is the fraidy one

but this morning he chooses me

popping up on my quilted lap

his purr inviting me

to cradle his sweet body

love his ears

and the soft fur of his belly

In this simple encounter

I breathe deeply

inhale our mutual contentment

savor that for this moment

all’s right with the world

Photo by the author

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March 10, 2021


by Frank Hubeny

Lost angels chained in darkness spit,
“Witchcraft, pitchcraft, scortune, tortune,
Lucifer, push up proud fortune!”
Repentance? Nothing came of it.
They praised once. So? They now have quit.
Deep darkness takes all space away
with thoughts and sounds to mark the day
or separate dark day from night.
“Oh, God, why did we leave the light?”
Of course, they know, but now can’t say.

I was thinking of Jude 1:6.

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March 5, 2021


by Venkat

ageless agonies, ageless acorn
acorns armless, armless arrows

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March 4, 2021


by Frank Hubeny

Today I tossed my dreamcatcher.
You wonder, did it work? I’d say
that when it did, the stuff it brought
was stuff I’d wished it hadn’t caught
but it thought was OK.

March 3, 2021


by Frank Hubeny

I eagerly prepared to start
but where I wondered was the end?
Predictions failed. Beyond each bend
lay proof that I was not so smart.
My beating heart got torn apart.
There is, I’ve heard, a promised land
somewhere where I’m not looking and
the way is not that hard to find.
If pride would pause, I’d change my mind
and let you take me by the hand.

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February 24, 2021


by Frank Hubeny

My story started when my will
decided it would have its way.
A pleasure boat I bought that day.
I fixed it up with dreams until
I felt my future fatten, fill.
Then came more sin. Then came more fear.
The promised shores did not appear.
I struggled, fought against the knot
that held me sinking with my yacht.
It’s only by God’s grace I’m here.

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February 19, 2021


by Venkat

zany zippers, zany zeal
zingy zaftig, zippy zeroes
zoom zebus, zebrafishes

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February 18, 2021


by Frank Hubeny

Wealth or wits aren’t what it takes
to stop that giant, curse and all.
God alone transcends and shakes:
One river stone, one sling, one fall.

Thinking of 1 Samuel 17.

February 17, 2021


by Frank Hubeny

The water in the coffee’s hot.
The sand upon the beach is too.
When simple duty will not do
temptations offer what they’ve got.
So, should I stray or should I not?
A vortex has much snow to hurl.
With stormy wrath the wind will whirl
me where I do not want to go.
I see the signs. They tell me: “No.
Rejoice and stay. Let faith unfurl.”

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February 10, 2021


by Frank Hubeny

Around deception there is stealth.
It covers up the root word steal.
Deceivers hope we won’t reveal
that there is more than earthly health.
Behold the idol. See its wealth?
It rots. It burns. It turns to dust.
Without true change those dying must
resettle with the trash of hell.
Look down with dread. That dropping well
grows deep with lies betraying trust.

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February 3, 2021


by Venkat