A Net in Time

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Poetry

Is the Joke Done?

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Laughter rings
Throughout the house
As Sit-com man
Feels like a louse

Time and time and time again
It’s always made
the fault
The Man

Sometimes I sit and ponder hard
What makes it funny?
Are men truly marred?

Why does the world
Show it so
Woman Right
Woman Smart.

Expense of men
Young or old it seems to be
Making fun of him
Not we.

But how we laugh
The Joke is fun
Sometimes I wonder
Is the joke really done?

is the joke done text with woman in background

This is a five minute Friday post, hosted by Kate.   Won’t you come join us in this free write with no editing, worry about polish … just writing for the joy of writing.

Thirteen Ways

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Today I was talking with my lad about showing an exuberant love for the Lord.  It’s so easy to not do this right?  To be concerned about what others will think of you, of looking foolish in your own eyes, or whatever.   He was busy nodding along and agreeing with me.  It’s hard to just talk about God and the things of God sometimes. It shouldn’t be like that, but too often it is.

Anyways, it got me to thinking, how can I show my love for the Lord?

13 ways, text on beige background

Thirteen Ways

Words come slowly
Thinking their way
Pondering the words
Written so long ago
Devotions.

Look it’s a frog, no, a wee toad
See how the browns help him hide?
God, you did an excellent job
Helping him hide and be safe.
Praise.

Did you notice it
up in the sky?
Rain! After weeks of dry.
Just in time, before the corn dies.
Providence.

Screech, zoom
Heart racing terror
Narrowly missed collision
Fear, thankfulness, relief.
Salvation.

A call, an email,
A text perhaps.
Is bunny number 3 available?
Sold, groceries provided.
Perfect timing.

A Dropped plate caught
A phone call received
A spilled cup averted
A package delivered.
God moments.

Minister, pastor, reverend
Good message delivered.
A word from God
Straight to the heart.
Teaching.

Music, praise
Instruments, hymns
Acapella, dance
bringing the heart
Worship.

Conviction, Teaching,
New awareness
Sin seen
Heart sorrowful.
Spirit moves.

Talking, laughing
Writing, explaining
Words used,
This is What God did today.
Enthusiasm

Stocking shelves,
Making a display,
Need some milk? Some bread perhaps?
Food rotation. Oh cat food too!
Volunteering.

Chased by littles, giggles sound
Teaching signs to music,
Being Present, helping,
Jollying along.
Children’s programs.

Each is different
Each the same
Words, movement,
Action, silence, wonderment felt.
God is loved.

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It is finished

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I saw the word Done and it immediately brought to mind the joy of having finished something.   Come along won’t you?  Join in with the FMF crowd as we talk about the word DONE.  Five minutes of free writing, not worrying over perfection in our writing.  Just writing for the joy of it. 🙂

it is finished, over picture of lad working

“It’s all done mom”
“What’s done my lad?” the words stumbled out.
A foggy head forgetting.
My lad grinned!
I learned how to do it mom,
To spackle and sandpaper it smooth.

“Come see” came the invite.
Rising I followed my lad
An office turned guest room
A way to help make ends meet.

And there
Splotches of white on a
rose coloured background.
Smooth and ready for a coat of paint.
Spackled, holes filled in
and
in the face of a boy
Turning young man.
Pride
Pride in a job well done.

And my heart smiled.
It is so good isn’t it?
To see a job well done?
To see it is finished?

Oh, I can hardly wait you know
to have this room done.
Knowing the lad and I worked on it together.
Learning new skills,
Fixing holes and cleaning who knows what
off the floor.

I so want to say
It is finished.
Maybe you should come and help? 🙂

 

Vacation Starts

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“MOM!”
“Yes my boy” was my quiet response
“Do I need to do school on my birthday?”

I grinned, turned asking,
“Tell me, what do you think?”
“Tell based on how this week has gone.”

A frown of concentration
creased his brow.
Remembering, thinking back.

“NO” he burst out with a wild grin
“No school on my birthday”.
A day I can do what I want!

“When do I get my presents?”
“When do you want them” I rejoined.
“Tomorrow or when family comes?”

“When family comes!”
Was the instant response.
“I can wait, it’s fun all at once.”

This, the first of three birthdays.
When I consider the start of our vacationing days.
Even if, this year, no weeks away camping.

Even if, this year, staycation is the word.
Even if, this year, friends pools we borrow.
Boys visit and entertain. New friends to make.

The trailer will sit, till October at least.
Road construction removes the bite.
God works it all out.

But over the summer
When birthday season comes
Vacation smiles upon us.
And it is good.

image of my son, words Vacation starts
OH!   This is a word prompt post hosted by Kate! In case you couldn’t figure it, the word prompt is vacation.

IF, a poem

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Today’s Five Minute Friday word prompt is IF.    Won’t you join in with the five minute free write?  I find it a lot of fun and you meet some neat people along the way.

If, a graphic for a poem about the word if

IF

If has so many possibilities.
It holds within it’s hands.
A life lived, dreams potential
If holds a world.

If only I could have
If only my life would have been what I dreamed
If can lead to anger, frustration, disappointment
If leads to a road of destructive wonderings.
Leading to discontentment of heart.

If only I would have
Acted, opened my mouth, said things differently
Bought that meal, loaned that book,
Open my house to that hurting one.
If leads to correction and reproof
Leading to potential change.

If I can achieve my dreams
If I can fulfill my plans
My life will have meaning
I will have succeeded.
If leads to striving and planning and action.
If can lead to “I did it my way” mentality.

If I remember
If I recall it well.
If I see the cost paid for my freedom
I would live my life in sertitude
Working to meet the gift so given.
Recollecting what was spent.

If can be so much
If leads down so many paths
IF God Loved the world in a certain way
If God calls you his own
If God remembers his people
If God covenants to not forsake his people
What does that IF mean to you?

Ocean Contained

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Welcome to Five Minute Friday, the online writing community that encourages and equips Christian writers.  We gather week after week to free write on a one-word prompt, and we’d love for you to join us!  Today’s word: Ocean.

Ocean, a poem

Ocean Contained

Thick panes
Inches think
Aquarium glass showcasing the life
Protection within
Protection without
Glossy sides
Pounding waves
Undulating motion

Fish swaying
Darting
Moving with surpassing grace
Though tangled beds
of kelp
Food for human and fish alike
Protection within
Protection without

Bright colours flash
Catch the eye
I’m here it seems this fish would cry
and hiding
Shooting into
Protection within
as with out a dark shadow looms
Gleaming eye looking
noticing that
flash of colour
that sudden movement
Attention!

Fear covers the ocean depths
Reminding that
Even though the glass is thick
The creatures within know
Protection within
Protection without
HIDE
Be seen, and yet
Don’t be.
So easy to forget
Life contained is still life.

Return From Returning

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Today’s Five Minute Friday word prompt is “return“. Return, to come home, to got back to the original place, to put something back.   I’m curious to see what others will write about this topic as I can see it going in a variety of directions don’t you?

Poem based on word return, return from returning

Netherlands born,
Dutch speaking it’s true.
Dutch friends,
Dutch community,
In a new land far from home.

My mother was brave,
crossing the sea.
Looking for more,
could she soar?

Work began in a neighbourhood store
Serving the community
Learning English a chore.

A tall handsome man
Soon made his way clear
before too long a wedding my dear.
One child, two, three and one more
just as you blinked
a half dozen rounded the score

Three girls and three boys
a nice even bunch
boys to help farm,
girls to cook lunch.

The Dutchies they’d come
for a full score.
Every few years
Connections through lore.
stories and fun
marshmallows, hotdogs, firepit, dropjes
good visits to be had

Mom’s joy knew no bounds when
these visits occurred.
and then, once in a spell
She’d return home to them.

Always a flight,
Always a stay,
a week to 10 days she’d go away.
And then
Always true
Home to family she’d fly
Filled full of love,
Filled high to the sky.

OH…the stories to tell
family and cats
oh ick on the table?
Places seen, friendships renewed…
So good to see the grins and the pleasure
A return from returning.