{ Elegant Schmelegant }

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Elegant shmelegant

I’m making your dinner

It’s not something fancy

Not a blue-ribbon winner

But it’s healthy

And filling

And uses the stuff

That’s been loitering idly

In the fridge long enough.

(c) Lisa M. Luciano

2 minute poem

Word prompt: ELEGANT 

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{ Tribute to the Homeschooling Mother }

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The homeschooling mother has no paycheck, union, or prep hour

     She wears a comfortable uniform and decorates with toddler art

She doesn’t weave her way through crowded hallways

     She treads a path littered with laundry and Legos

She doesn’t eat her lunch in the Teacher’s Lounge

    She nibbles between dish-doing and question-answering

When a stranger asks her daughter,

     “What’s 3 x 4?”

And her daughter looks at the ceiling

     And her son doesn’t seem to know his countries from his states

The homeschooling mother never says,

“What are they teaching you at school?”

     She just blushes

and vows to get out the flashcards.

But the homeschooling mother’s students:

Can divide the last cookie into perfect thirds

Know how to survive in the Arctic

Translate Latin phrases

Play Bach on a violin

Have stepped into the Middle Ages — in costume

Know where to find the beginning of wisdom

Have looked at the Civil War from the eyes of South, North and the Native American

(And can tell you what else was going on in the world at the same time)

Perform chemistry magic using home ingredients

Talk to nursing home residents without flinching

And, they can tell you in which episode Eugene went missing from the town of Odyssey.

And when her children finally graduate

     Strong, able and kind

Generous and grateful

They know how to work hard

And they know where to find what they don’t know

Fueled by faith,

They stand on conviction

The homeschooling mother

Senses that her gain is good

And she truly is…A REAL TEACHER.

(c) Lisa M. Luciano

In celebration of Teacher Appreciation Week & Mother’s Day 2018

Daily Writing Prompt:  Laughter

{ Don’t Use a Hammer.}

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You can rage, you can vent, you can stammer

With hot words mixed up in the clamor

But to change peoples ways

Don't get half-crazed

Use an eye-dropper -- don't use a hammer.

“For precept must be on precept, precept on precept; line on line, line on line; here a little, and there a little…” Isaiah 28:10

Photo Credit:Adam Sherez

{ Children & Grownups }

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Children cry, laugh, and rage;

Grownups stifle feelings.

Children express thoughts.

Grownups suppress them.

Children dance.

Grownups sit.

Children hug their best friends.

Grownups sip coffee across tables, asking polite questions.

Children love without fear and believe what seems impossible.

Grownups love guardedly, and believe only what they see.

Children embrace life,

And grownups fear death.

“Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.” — Matthew 18:3-4

{ Poem: Black }

Black rolls slowly over a dirty world,

A merciful covering.

Black is a velvety backdrop

For stars and moon

Black is --

Chunky, ribbed licorice

The best jelly beans

Dark holes

Slick ice

Black was a cloud of deep nothing

Before God filled it up

With creation.

Black is color's friend

And night’s blanket.


© Lisa M. Luciano 😊
Inspired by Hailstones and Halibut Bones, by Mary O-Neill

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Word prompt of the day:  Black

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/black/

{ Rainy Day Poem }

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This poetry challenge:  write a poem made up entirely of song titles.  It’s a rainy day today… that was my inspiration.
I hear thunder

Umbrella

Rain, rain, go away

Who'll stop the rain?  

Wouldn't it be nice? 

Impossible...

Hallelujah!

Here comes the sun

(You are MY sunshine)

Rainbow Song

The green grass grows all around

Tiptoe through the tulips

Oh--

Here comes the rain again.

Photo Credit:  Danielle Dolson

{ Do the Next Thing }

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 Down by the sea,
 There came in the twilight,
 A message to me;
 Its quaint Saxon legend,
 Deeply engraven,
 Hath, as it seems to me,
 Teaching from Heaven.
 And on through the hours
 The quiet words ring
 Like a low inspiration-
 DO THE NEXT THING

Many a questioning, many a fear,
 Many a doubt, hath its quieting here.
 Moment by moment,
 Let down from Heaven,
 Time, opportunity,
 Guidance, are given.
 Fear not tomorrows,
 Child of the King,
 Trust them with Jesus,
 DO THE NEXT THING

Do it immediately;
 Do it with prayer;
 Do it reliantly, casting all care;
 Do it with reverence,
 Tracing His Hand,
 Who placed it before thee with
 Earnest command.
 Stayed on Omnipotence,
 Safe 'neath His wing,
 Leave all resultings,
 DO THE NEXT THING

Looking to Jesus, ever serener,
 (Working or suffering)
 Be thy demeanor,
 In His dear presence,
 The rest of His calm,
 The light of His countenance
 Be thy psalm,
 Strong in His faithfulness,
 Praise and sing,
 Then, as He beckons thee,
 DO THE NEXT THING

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