{ A Forlorn Power }

 

There is a forlorn power

in being the skier who stumbles

and causes the chairlift to halt

or 

being the forgetful shopper at the end of the checkout

who left her wallet in the car

or

being the driver of the car

that chooses to stop

in the middle of

the

intersection.

(c) Lisa M. Luciano

 

 

 

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{ Sludgy Sin Pools }

S ludgy sin pools lurk – trying to

L ure me into leaving the God I love —

U nthinkable! Why choose sludge puddles over the

D eliciously clear, sparkling, flowing, living water that

G race supplies and God gives to His children

E very day through His Word?

Jesus stood up and cried out, “If anyone thirst, let him come to me and drink…” John 7:37

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be
Let that goodness like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above

from the hymn: Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

 

Daily Word Prompt: SLUDGE  

 

{ Orange You Glad? }

I looked up the word of the day, as I always do

(even though the word was ORANGE.)

I looked up its synonyms and its antonyms

(there were no opposites.)

While browsing, I noticed an opportunity to click on something

(which I hardly ever do.)

There were six words to avoid in writing

(and, I guess, in speaking.)

For my own reminder, I will list them here:

OBVIOUSLY

ACTUALLY

LIKE

HONESTLY

BASICALLY

LITERALLY

 

And, just so I don’t neglect the word of the day,

here is a poem about the word

ORANGE.

It’s inspired by one of my favorite poetry books: Hailstones and Halibut Bones, by Mary O’Neill.

Orange 

Child of red and yellow,

This unrhymable and eccentric

Showoff

Shines in the spotlight of

Autumn leaves

Neon

Sports team colors

And blaze orange

Hunting gear

A juicy-fragranced color

Like no other.

Orange.

© Lisa M. Luciano 😊 2017

Photo credits:

Boris Smokrovic: Butterfly

:Clarisse Meyer: Pumpkins

{ Rainy Day Poem }

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

{ Release }

Those Maples.

Teaching me how to release

My grip on what is temporary

Or dying,

And accept life’s changes

With style–

And in a blaze of glory.

(C) Lisa M. Luciano 😉

So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.~ 2 Corinthians 4:16

Today’s word prompt: Release

{ Fraud }

     

F airytales, anyone? Here are a few:

R eal Science: The Big Bang

A rrogant Love

U nderstanding God’s Ways

D oing Good: The Way to Heaven

 

Truth:

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. —Genesis 1:1

For His invisible attributes, namely, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world…—Romans 1:20

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful…—I Corinthians 13:4,5

Oh, the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and how inscrutable His ways! —Romans 11:33

For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast. —Ephesians 2:8,9

 

Word prompt of the day: Fraud

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

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{ Garden Grand Finale }

My autumn garden,

Knowing its days are numbered,

Yields more abundance —

Ending like a fireworks show:

A Grand Finale – in dirt.

 

 

 

©Lisa M. Luciano ☺

Poetry Info.

Finite“> means “having limits or bounds”

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

{ I Fell Asleep at the Library }

 

I fell asleep at the library

As I browsed through a dog magazine

I dreamed that my dogsled was winning

The closest race ever seen

What a shock when I found myself wakened

Yelling “MUSH!” to a kid in a chair

I was standing atop a computer

And whipping its cords in the air.

I fell asleep at the library

With Extreme Sports locked in my hand

Exposed on an ice-covered mountain

In a windy and dangerous land

What a SURPRISE I encountered

Returning from Dreamland to see

I was scaling the non-fiction bookshelf

Preparing to climb to floor three.

I fell asleep at the library

While reading a mystery book.

 I slurped on a neon green popsicle

While tracking the trail of a crook

I awoke and the childrens’ librarian

Was staring and glaring at me,

I’d been licking the sides of the pages

(with drool dripping down to my knee.)

I fell asleep at the library

While hearing a pirate tale

Here I am on a ship in my nightmare

And the mateys are hoisting the sail

“How strange,” said one dad to his daughter

(As I look down into the deep)

“He’s walking that line on the carpet.”

(But I’m walking the plank in my sleep)

I fell asleep at the library

Now in a big cozy chair

In my dreams I ran through a forest

Chased by a big purple bear

He grabbed ahold of my shoulder

And opened his mouth real slow…..

But then I heard mom say, “Hey buddy!”

“Wake up now —  it’s time to go!”

© Lisa M. Luciano 2015  😊

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

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{ eating in peace }

O give me a crust for nibbling,

Where I’ll find no sour-faced quibbling,

I don’t need fancy linen or knife

I’d rather dine in a shack

With my dry, meager snack

Than feast in a houseful of strife.

From Proverbs 17:1 — “Better is a dry morsel with quiet than a house full of feasting with strife.” ESV

(C) Lisa M. Luciano ☺

 

 

 

{ Love Doesn’t Jangle }

L ove doesn’t jangle — noisily drawing         attention

O r pleasing & praising self…instead–

V olleying kindness toward others, it’s not rude, arrogant or resentful,

E ven when others offend.

 

from 1 Cor. 13.

Word prompt of the day: JANGLE

Photo: painted canvas “Love One Another” created by Yankee Belles Vintage Farm Store

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