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Liz Mastin
1 hour ago, Tinker said:

Yes and yes you did respond in the correct place and you got the message.  Plus it is a metaphor for the cyclical in everything we encounter.  What ever returns to block the way. 

~~Tink

And thank you for reading and responding here at the Playground.   Sometimes I think I'm whistling in the wind.
 

In your poem, it's kind of like when "life" knocks you down, you pull yourself back up and start again? Or as when something considered to be  bad "pariahs" come visiting, it's best to remedy the situation in a direct, positive way, as something unpleasant will always reocurr occasionally, so best to fix the problem and then move on!

Thank you Tink. Now l know "Quote" is for replies and "Reply to this topic" is for posting a new poem on the chosen topic.

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Liz Mastin

"Message on the Door"

 

While driving by a mission

That serves the urban poor,

I saw a painted sign

Hanging on the door.

 

To me it was amusing,

Yet it conveyed the message well:

A message of compassion,

A poet's priviledge to reveal.

 

For God so loves the homeless,

And the poor He won't ignore:

"Beans, rice, and Jesus Christ!"

Read the message on the door.

 

 

 

3 hours ago, Tinker said:

Yes and yes you did respond in the correct place and you got the message.  Plus it is a metaphor for the cyclical in everything we encounter.  What ever returns to block the way. 

~~Tink

And thank you for reading and responding here at the Playground.   Sometimes I think I'm whistling in the wind.
 

 

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28 minutes ago, Liz Mastin said:

"Message on the Door"

While driving by a mission
That serves the urban poor,
I saw a painted sign
Hanging on the door.

To me it was amusing,
Yet it conveyed the message well:
A message of compassion,
A poet's privilege to reveal.

For God so loves the homeless,
And the poor He won't ignore:
"Beans, rice, and Jesus Christ!"
Read the message on the door.

Nice Liz,  Love the sign!  Beans, rice and Jesus Christ!  is a very cool motto.  This poem put a smile on my face.  Nice rhyme, nice rhythm, you misspelled privilege.   By the way to tighten up your lines, at the end of the line hold down shift and then enter.  The next line will appear directly below without a double space.


~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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Liz Mastin
51 minutes ago, Tinker said:

Nice Liz,  Love the sign!  Beans, rice and Jesus Christ!  is a very cool motto.  This poem put a smile on my face.  Nice rhyme, nice rhythm, you misspelled privilege.   By the way to tighten up your lines, at the end of the line hold down shift and then enter.  The next line will appear directly below without a double space.

I'm so glad you like it. Tink, l looked up the word privilege and l think l actually did (amazingly) spell it correctly?

It is a true story; the sign was on the door of a mission in Spokane, Wash.

My computer is finally kaput, so l am having to do this on my cell phone for awhile, but I'll try your suggestion when l finally have my new computer at Christmas.

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37 minutes ago, Liz Mastin said:

l looked up the word privilege and l think l actually did (amazingly) spell it correctly?

I corrected the spelling in the quote section.   Look at your original post, you spelled it priviledge.

 

38 minutes ago, Liz Mastin said:

My computer is finally kaput, so l am having to do this on my cell phone for awhile, but I'll try your suggestion when l finally have my new computer at Christmas.

Sorry about that.  I hope Santa is good to you.  

~~Tink 


~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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This week, consider making time to glue yourself to your seat and let your imagination take you for a ride.

The Air Outside

No problem
gluing myself to my seat
this yucky morning.

The soggy air
outside
soaks into my soul
and grounds
my mind.

But here
in my desk chair cockpit,
I snap
on my seatbelt
and let my fingers fly.

It doesn't matter
where they take me,
from this vantage point
the world
is mine.
                   ~~Judi Van Gorder

Well you gotta start somewhere. ~~Tink


~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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Liz Mastin
3 hours ago, Tinker said:

This week, consider making time to glue yourself to your seat and let your imagination take you for a ride.

The Air Outside

No problem
gluing myself to my seat
this yucky morning.

The soggy air
outside
soaks into my soul
and grounds
my mind.

But here
in my desk chair cockpit,
I snap
on my seatbelt
and let my fingers fly.

It doesn't matter
where they take me,
from this vantage point
the world
is mine.
                   ~~Judi Van Gorder

Well you gotta start somewhere. ~~Tink

Yes, your poem speaks of the dark winter months. And how they can impede, but-- when writing poetry-- you can fly! Put on the seatbelt, and go!

 I know the marvelous benefits of sunshine, as it has been dark and raining in the desert (and cold!) But then, today, the glorious sun came out and l am inclined to write a poem called "Oh my God! The Sun!", listing it's healing attributes.

I am sitting out right now and the Mojave Desert enjoys it too.

 

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31 minutes ago, Liz Mastin said:

Yes, your poem speaks of the dark winter months. And how they can impede, but-- when writing poetry-- you can fly! Put on the seatbelt, and go!

Liz,  How great to hear your voice.  I'm glad you are enjoying the sun. I wish I was but it is warm inside and I was able to write something so I'm happy.   I hope you get your new computer soon, I've missed you.

~~Tink


~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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Liz Mastin

Fleeting Adventure

 

She flies like a bird!

Oh, what a sight!

Sailing the skies

In an ultralight;

Her fisted arms

Outstretched with zeal,

Young Mexican pilot

At the wheel.

 

Down the coast

And over the sea

They zoom

Like a little bumblebee!

I wonder if they

Will ever survive,

And beg  "Dear God

Just keep them alive!"

 

When they return

At set of sun,

I ask my daughter,

"Now, was that fun?

"Oh, it was cool"

She offered me:

The flight "already"

A memory.

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Liz,  Your Fleeting Adventure was fun.  I like the short lined rhyme, it added to the joyful tone. 

I have spent several Christmas days on a beach in Baja. One year Santa buzzed our beach in an ultra light. The campers all pooled their resources and there was a huge communal feast.  My friend Maggie from Canada and I had motor homes, while the rest of the residents of the beach were mostly in tents or palapas, so it was up to Maggie and I to prepare the pies and turkeys in our ovens.    My husband and son put Christmas lights on our dingy and along with other small boats trolled the beach with a boom box playing Christmas music. It was a long time ago when my son was still in school, he is now a father of 4.  We later graduated from the motor home to a sail boat, then a trawler where my husband still spends a lot of time. I have long since abandoned Mexico.  But the camping days were fun times.

14 hours ago, Liz Mastin said:

The flight "already"

A memory.

Yes, but a memory of joy.  Nice.

~~Tink


~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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Something a little different:  Write a poem which includes these words: 

Words to use: compass embark bleak lavender passage melody lantern siren 

They can be in any order, or any form of the word.


In the Spirit of William Carlos Williams

bleak
naked trees
wait white falling snow

where I embark
into lantern-lit
passageways

pine scents
replace lavender
and honey

familiar Carols
siren
the coming of Christmas

the melodies
provide a compass
to join in the cheer
          ~~Judi Van Gorder


~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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