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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.


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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


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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


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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


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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

near-bye 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 a warm hearth
and holiday 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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Liz Mastin
On 12/7/2019 at 3:03 PM, Tinker said:

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

near-bye 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 a warm hearth
and holiday cheer
          ~~Judi Van Gorder

I enjoyed your poem very much, in it's simple words  (along the line of William Carlos William's "Red Wheel barrow")

The summer's lavendar and honey, replaced by the scent of pine! I can smell the fragrance of Christmas in your poem,  and enjoy the all-encompassing carols.

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On ‎12‎/‎11‎/‎2019 at 9:22 AM, Liz Mastin said:

I enjoyed your poem very much, in it's simple words  (along the line of William Carlos William's "Red Wheel barrow")

Thanks Liz.   Once upon a time, I did not get the simplicity and focus of WCW, but have since learned to love it.

~~Tink


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

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Liz Mastin
15 hours ago, Tinker said:

Thanks Liz.   Once upon a time, I did not get the simplicity and focus of WCW, but have since learned to love it.

~~Tink

I think it is a Buddhist approach, perhaps; a way of appreciating the bare elements; finding "peace" in them too?

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Write about a pet peeve:

 

My Dog Ate My Homework

Buzzing in my ears like angry bees,
"She made me do it",
"he punched me first".
"But it wasn't my fault,
so waive my deductible."
"Witch hunt!",
"my call was perfect".
Own it, nothing is perfect!
                ~~Judi Van Gorder


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Fur Play

Kitty under my chin,
let's begin, we'll have fun.
She snuggles and I purr
then rub her belly fur.
At that, the game is on
and I become her pawn.
                   ~~Judi Van Gorder


 

The Prompt

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inspired me to post  one of  my cat poems   buddha cat from Edsel Road.  the rest are on my blog page Https://theworldaccordingtocosomos.com 

this one has been published.

 

Buddha Cat of Edsall  Road - 

 

I had another encounter 

With the divine recently

Another Cosmic cat perhaps

 

Perhaps not

 who knows what cats are

are they aliens from another dimension

or was he channeling God ?

 

I call him the Buddha cat

For the cat loves 

Sitting in a meditative pose

Not moving

 

Just starting at me

With his soulful deep eyes

 

Boring into my soul 

exploring all my secret thoughts

 

the buddha cat

does not move

does not react

 

as he is so deep 

into his interior mediation

truly in tune 

with the cat universe 

and the cosmos as well

 

the buddha cat

seems to be 

one with God

one with Buddha

One with Allah

 

And all the other

Billion names of God 

Known and unknown

 

The buddha cat

Can teach us all

About the art of meditation

 

As he zones inward

And loses his soul

 

Joining the cosmos

And becoming 

The buddha cat 

 

The buddha cat 

Lives in a modest

Town house 

In a modest suburb

 

Proving yet again

The divine spirit of God

Is everywhere all around us 

 

The buddha cat

Reminds us all

To look for god

In the everyday

 

All around us

If we but have eyes

To see 

 

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Liz Mastin
12 hours ago, Tinker said:
Fur Play

Kitty under my chin,
let's begin, we'll have fun.
She snuggles and I purr
then rub her belly fur.
At that, the game is on
and I become her pawn.
                   ~~Judi Van Gorder


 

The Prompt


The prompt is the form, the topic can be anything you like.

Write one or more six-line-stanzas (sestets).

Each line must have six syllables and the following end-rhyme pattern: (I added cross rhyme to L1 & L2}
x x b x x a
x x a x x b
x x x x x c
x x x x x c
x x x x x d
x x x x x d

Hi Judi, nice light hearted poem! I like the off rhyme in the first couplet (of this lovely sestet!!)

Or the cross rhyme!! ( internal rhyme?)

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Tinker

Thanks Liz, it was just a silly little piece to comply with a Pop Up challenge at another site.
 

38 minutes ago, Liz Mastin said:

Or the cross rhyme!! ( internal rhyme?)

It is cross rhyme when the end syllable rhymes with an internal syllable in the line right before or right after. X.   Internal rhyme is rhyming within the same line.  Not that it really matters. 

~~Judi


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Liz Mastin
1 hour ago, Tinker said:

Thanks Liz, it was just a silly little piece to comply with a Pop Up challenge at another site.
 

It is cross rhyme when the end syllable rhymes with an internal syllable in the line right before or right after. X.   Internal rhyme is rhyming within the same line.  Not that it really matters. 

~~Judi

No, that is interesting! I always, "always" enjoy learning more.

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Liz Mastin
7 hours ago, jakecaller said:

inspired me to post  one of  my cat poems   buddha cat from Edsel Road.  the rest are on my blog page Https://theworldaccordingtocosomos.com 

this one has been published.

 

Buddha Cat of Edsall  Road - 

 

I had another encounter 

With the divine recently

Another Cosmic cat perhaps

 

Perhaps not

 who knows what cats are

are they aliens from another dimension

or was he channeling God ?

 

I call him the Buddha cat

For the cat loves 

Sitting in a meditative pose

Not moving

 

Just starting at me

With his soulful deep eyes

 

Boring into my soul 

exploring all my secret thoughts

 

the buddha cat

does not move

does not react

 

as he is so deep 

into his interior mediation

truly in tune 

with the cat universe 

and the cosmos as well

 

the buddha cat

seems to be 

one with God

one with Buddha

One with Allah

 

And all the other

Billion names of God 

Known and unknown

 

The buddha cat

Can teach us all

About the art of meditation

 

As he zones inward

And loses his soul

 

Joining the cosmos

And becoming 

The buddha cat 

 

The buddha cat 

Lives in a modest

Town house 

In a modest suburb

 

Proving yet again

The divine spirit of God

Is everywhere all around us 

 

The buddha cat

Reminds us all

To look for god

In the everyday

 

All around us

If we but have eyes

To see 

 

I enjoyed this poem; a reminder to relax, contemplate just like Budhha Cat. Animals, esp. cats don't worry about the workings of the world, they say "thanks" for my comfortable, contemplative inner world and your poem celebrates this Buddha life.

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