The Smile that Comes

My Creative Process class includes an assignment to create something during each of the next 9 days (35 in all).  Many years have past since I wrote poems on a regular basis--I was in my 20's when I did so (I'm now 70).  My project will be to write a short poem each day and post it on this blog. I hope you will find them interesting.

The Smile that Comes

Nothing is quite so satisfying
As the smile that comes
With having won.

 

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The Darndest Thing

My Creative Process class includes an assignment to create something during each of the next 10 days (35 in all).  Many years have past since I wrote poems on a regular basis--I was in my 20's when I did so (I'm now 70).  My project will be to write a short poem each day and post it on this blog. I hope you will find them interesting.

The Darndest Thing

A wrinkle or crease is so simple
All accidents seem a cinch
The only trouble is...the darndest thing
We must live with them.

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Please Be Kind

My Creative Process class includes an assignment to create something during each of the next 11 days (35 in all).  Many years have past since I wrote poems on a regular basis--I was in my 20's when I did so (I'm now 70).  My project will be to write a short poem each day and post it on this blog. I hope you will find them interesting.

 
Please Be Kind

There is a time that comes
When all is said and done
When we long for others to be kind to us
When our artifacts must stand alone.

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Kick Against the Goads

My Creative Process class includes an assignment to create something during each of the next 12 days (35 in all).  Many years have past since I wrote poems on a regular basis--I was in my 20's when I did so (I'm now 70).  My project will be to write a short poem each day and post it on this blog. I hope you will find them interesting.
 

Kick Against the Goads

In youth childhood joy can be lost
For as youth we kick against the goads
And sense a treacherous helping hand
Viewing it as lethal to independence;
Then our once suckling lips protrude in pouts--
Forming an internal puzzle of the Milky Way...
As to why this impasse lasts and lasts.
 

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Left Out

My Creative Process class includes an assignment to create something during each of the next 13 days (35 in all).  Many years have past since I wrote poems on a regular basis--I was in my 20's when I did so (I'm now 70).  My project will be to write a short poem each day and post it on this blog. I hope you will find them interesting.

 
Left Out

I have struggled underwater
With time ringing in my ears
With urgency felt in each moment
With exploding chest
And fears of being left out.

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The Magic Is Gone

My Creative Process class includes an assignment to create something during each of the next 14 days (35 in all).  Many years have past since I wrote poems on a regular basis--I was in my 20's when I did so (I'm now 70).  My project will be to write a short poem each day and post it on this blog. I hope you will find them interesting.

The Magic Is Gone

Roll up the magic carpets
Sell off the magic wands
So sad Harry Potter
Realism has afflicted the land
From now on carpets will be mundane
And wands the sole possession of kings
The gyres ran on and ran out
And left us standing here.

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Eternal Credits

My Creative Process class includes an assignment to create something during each of the next 15 days (35 in all).  Many years have past since I wrote poems on a regular basis--I was in my 20's when I did so (I'm now 70).  My project will be to write a short poem each day and post it on this blog. I hope you will find them interesting.

James 1:17 New International Version (NIV)

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.

Ephesians 3:20 (NIV)

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us....

Psalm 56:3-4 (NIV)

When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.
    In God, whose word I praise—
in God I trust and am not afraid.
    What can mere mortals do to me

Eternal Credits

Whom shall we fear?
The machinations of man surely not!
For the Father of the heavenly lights
Plies this world's inexorable destiny
Among the spanning stars of night.
 

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