Tag Archives: gratitude

Humor and Laughter

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“Humor is

a prelude

to faith,

and laughter

is the beginning

of prayer.”

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~ Reinhold Niebuhr

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)         classic: each word only one syllable

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pray

my plea

if you please

may all be fair

grace

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Haiku:     (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)

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God given seasons

a prayer of gratitude

just go with the flow

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Poem:

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time, time, please slow down Mr. Time . . . .
you are faster than I can rhyme
your speed also made me miss my prime
you look like a mountain that I can never climb

please Mr. Time can you be so kind
promise that you will never leave me behind
I’m trying my best to survive just for today
does it help that you are named when I pray

I do thank you Mr. Time for all of the  memories
grateful to have celebrated so many anniversaries
it is my selfish heart that wants so many more
it is not as though I have been keeping score

I apologize Mr. Time for missing the point
today is the day that I must truly anoint
yesterdays and tomorrows can only cloud my view
today I will enjoy your Time looking for what’s new

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ME and the Boss

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No Other Rule

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“Write

what you like;

there is no

other rule.”

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~ O. Henry

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)    classic: each word only one syllable

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joy

some fun

a big thrill

glad to be nice

glee

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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beautiful sky

sun and mist

rainbows everywhere

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Poem:

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looking, lost, trying to find fantasyland
this ugly, smelly reality I cannot stand
transport me to a faraway zone
let me hide by using a clone

let’s create a new space and call it Love
built with the blessings received from above
air and noise pollution may not exist
the sky above always rainbow kissed

soft melodies provided by the birds and the bees
herbal aromas wafting about on a fresh breeze
every trail and path lined with a display floral
the horizon represented by a bucolic mural

a sirens scream, a grieving mothers wail
back to earth, dreams wasted to no avail
a bang and a thud, everything used and abused
only the crazy from this world are excused

to cope, one must adjust the altitude
work hard at keeping a good attitude
let reality suck, if it must
let go, relax, in God you must trust

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ME and the Boss

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