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Fire in Paris


F ire

I ncinerates

R iches

E ffortlessly

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Centuries of history

Countless artifacts

Mountains of memories

Up in flames

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The crown of thorns

The cross of David

The historic instruments

Some saved from flames

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The majestic steeple

The Gothic cathedral

The iconic landmark

Mostly gone in flames

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But the faith remains

The love remains

The determination rekindled

Rebuilding has already begun

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Prayers for Parisians –

and the world 🌎

English Sonnet – Cord of Love


I tried my hand at
An English (Shakespearean) Sonnet

An English sonnet is:
14 line poem
3 quatrains (4 line stanzas) followed by 1 couplet (2 line stanza)
Rhyming scheme of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG

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Cord of Love

I’m gonna live so
God can use me
Everyday glow
So you see
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The Holy Spirit
In my soul knows
How to clear it
So He shows.
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I can feel it
In my heart, Lord,
How you seal it
With Your cord.
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It’s the cord of Love
From my God above.
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And here is an English Sonnet from poet Tynea Lewis:
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All We Will Be

He sits, paying no attention to me.

I wonder what is going through his head.

It hurts knowing friends is all we will be.

His unexpected glace turns my face red.

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His mud brown eyes are so piercing and deep.

Then a smile fills his flawless, tanned face.

If only into his heart I could creep.

The slow motion moment makes my heart race.

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Our time together is a dream come true

But I fear he can see into my heart.

When I am with him, I don’t feel so blue,

But something new won’t be able to start.

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Since nothing will be, onward I must go.

These feelings I have to hide and not show.

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Now it’s time for you to try your hand at an English Sonnet.

Learn more here:

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/article-poetic-forms

What’s Your Next Step?


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It’s easy to get caught up

In the  ABBAABBA  CDECDE

Rhyme Scheme and Rhythm

Of the Italian (Petrarchan) Sonnet

That I have written below.

 

Petrarchan is fun!

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I chose the Italian Sonnet as an exercise today

Because I do love Italy!

My maiden name is DeAngeles, afterall …

“Of Angels” – always seeking higher ground!

I remember a “step to higher ground”

My husband and I took a few years ago:

To this beautiful city of Venice …

A step out of reality

Into a dream world

Where only the blessed tourists and

The residents struggling to make

A livelihood seemed to venture out.

Here’s my step into the higher ground of poetry,

Trying my hand at a Petrarchan:

 


What’s Your Next Step?

A text from a friend of more than fifty years:

“What’s your next step?” she wrote to ask.

I’m retired, I thought, find sunshine in which to bask.

But, though she’s my age, I sensed some tears,

And figured she’d missed some steps in her latter years.

I wondered if she had some sort of task,

A favor perhaps, but her question was a mask,

Designed to seek help while hiding her fears.

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So I waited awhile to send her a reply,

Didn’t want to be flippant or seem like a jerk.

“What step do you have in mind?” I inquired.

She picked up the phone, and I heard her cry,

“I just lost my job. I can’t live without work.”

What help could I be to a friend who’d been fired?

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It was fun to try and create a “Petrarchan.”

You should try it!

 

This was a fiction account,

With a shred of truth;
For indeed I am blessed
With health and security
And a choice of next “steps,”
While I know friends who
Indeed are not and cannot!

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Who will you reach out to today?
And will you try a Petrarchan?

 

My Heart Aches


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My Heart Aches
and
I’m hanging it out to dry
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As the snow falls outside and rests

Heavy on the evergreen branches,

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I rest, too, heavy and troubled in
The warmth of my peaceful indoors.
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My sister’s diagnosis of
Severe dementia and apathy syndrome
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Plucks sadly at my heartstrings

And plays a mournful tune.

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My heart aches to soar

Above the clouds of sadness.

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My feet long to trek

Green paths of creation’s gladness.

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My Heart Aches
and
I’m hanging it out to dry
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Let Him Out!


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Let Him Out!

There are days
And then there are
Advent Days.

Days of Waiting –
Days of Unknowing –
Days of Sorrow.

Your life feels
Oppressive.
Hope eludes you.

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This Christmas Eve
Let’s recall
Mary’s waiting.

Let’s remember
Mary’s sweet song –
Her ready acceptance.

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Thousands of years
Later, we need
Her true faith.

Wouldn’t it be
Super great if
All news was good?

Wouldn’t we love
All suffering
To instantly cease?

What joy if
All war and hunger
Were eliminated now!

We’d like God
To bring us
The Promised Peace.

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But, His Way
Is not our way.
His definitions differ.

We look at basics
With greedy eyes.
We look for Plenty.

God defines PLENTY
In heart-felt ways.
He needs “Let Out!”

So, open your heart.
Invite God out
Through your heart.

See your PLENTY
Through God’s eyes.
Focus on others.

Like Mary, sing of
God’s grace, and
Birth His Light.

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God bless you!
Merry Christmas Eve.
Follow that star!!

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Challenging Poetry


Thank you, Abigail Gronway for sharing on your

Blog: Dark Side of the Moon, this poetry idea:

Scansion – a Than Bauk

This Burmese form is shorter than the haiku, but more structured.
It is written in three lines, with four syllables per line and a descending step rhyme:
XXXA
XXAX
XAXX

Government hype:

Crazy type news.

Let’s gripe loudly!

?!!!! 420,000 government workers – working without pay?!!!!

Wake up, America!

X = Xander


Day #24 in my A-Z series of “What Makes Me Happy?”

 

XANDER

 

Xander-GG playing

He lives five minutes

Away from us in Ennis

I see him seldom

My heart aches for the happiness my great-grandson, Xander, brings into my life. I want to see him regularly, to be a positive influence on his life. But, it’s not my call. I can’t force it. All I can do is pray my granddaughter will see the light, accept my invitations, and bring him here more often (every six weeks or so just doesn’t do it). Keep my heart open. Keep inviting. Keep praying.

 

Join me in that prayer, will you?

 

You can see that Xander makes me happy.

 

Bob, my hubby, said, “X-ing.” Crossing is better than stagnation, he reasoned. “Keep moving forward in life,” he advised. Yes, wise forward X-ING brings happiness.

What’s your “X” word for happiness?

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