Lisp

Never hesitate
To say words which need saying,
Remember kindness
Edit the pain from verses
Leave portions of blame submerged.
Be a vessel with
Love overflowing to share
Positives which can
Unmake histories of dark
Shadow introducing light.
Decant the music
Noun and verb present sentence
Tense making merry
Encouraging, delighting,
Set straight, inspiring, writing
While knowing what is
Can work out all the showing
Instead of hidden
In the cave depths, the meadow
Displays drama past the stage.

This poem is conjoined Tanka, which I find enjoyable.

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Things Strange

You think I live, here,
In this home so disordered,
You are mistaken,
I live among merry words,
Thoughts, beliefs, dreams, in my mind.

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Not writing for me,
Today, I write for those dreams,
Every person holds
Where freedom stretches beyond
Now to become forever.

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Just playing with language, which is my favorite object and my fondest playground. If you find yourself with time to fill, you may not feel it ill to spend some moments tasting words and discovering how to mix them. It does not take the highest skill, nor need in-depth instruction, just put your mind in gear and drive it past distraction.

Herewith

It is not far, removed,
Remote from me, no,
It keeps my company
Along the way, this, every day,
The fleeting grin asserts
Itself, now and again.
In the quiet, remove, I get by
With the creativity which
Survives every inconvenience
And fell assault of time
Because love assists each
Effort made to give way
To such new work, as may
Raise the spirits of those
Who chance encounter
Words ordered here today.

The Prompted Positive Poetry prompt today is “Remote,” which I think I took another direction.

Adapted

A little down now
But I am not so put out
That I cannot see,
The Master of all days is
Working the hours for me.
I shall find it well
When this time is gone and past
He held me, oh fast,
Never letting go though I
May have thought myself alone.
In even the times
Sorrow, fear brought me to tears
God kept the hazards
From mounting in my pathway
Because He evermore loves me.
There is no one like
The Lord Jesus, who died for me
For Him I live, love,
In His mercy, grace abide
Me – His, He – mine, through all time.

Direct…

We are apt to die
Any way, any day, and
Our lives are fragile,
Blessings of mortality;
But we are also precious.
We love each other,
We sacrifice for causes
Or to help live love,
We cry, scream, hope, believe, dream,
And make things happen for good.
We are disposable,
Replaceable to some, but
If we take time, care,
We find everyone is rare;
Such that duplicates never exist.
For a task someone
May take another’s place, but
No one can be who
You are, with individual features,
Gifts, feelings, experience, love,
Dreams, passions, hopes, desires,
Creativity, expressions, modes of
Being in space and through time.
You are a Gift, a Priceless Treasure
Direct from the Heart of the Creator.