Starts with an “F”, CitySonnet Letters

Fun Silliness Poetry? Foolishly we Jest.

Fuzzy clouds in billowing shapes bring hopes of relief from heat,

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Fly resting on petals and basking in sun with hopes they score a treat,

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Fuzzy worm found a treat and make me mad by eating my flower,

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Funny smells through the crack in the door, Mimi shows her guard power.

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City Sonnet with the July Challenge of Colors and Letters has for today the Letter “F”. So you have a quirky makeshift Fun poem to make you smile.

Try to take life a little less serious so that fun can seep in and make you smile. Share that smile with others and be kind.

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Gran-ma’s Cellar Door

Grand-ma’s Cellar Door

I stand and remember the wonder of this place, familiar smells are embedded forever

The three legged milking stool to stand on as she worked, with sun shining in her hair 

The herbs are still there, were there even before, as great gran-ma was most clever

By planting them by the cellar door, the door great grand-pa had built for her to share

So when winters blast came through out the land, with white seeming to go on forever,

With simmering smells floated through the warm home, the cold could not compare

The love of family around a small table, only a candle for light, a memory that last forever.

Anita Neal

Come join in with Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo writing prompt. Use the image above as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 26th June.  Don’t forget to use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.

And those who know my writing, always know I close in a reminder to be kind. Kindness is a reflection of God’s everlasting love for all things.

 

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The Old Stone Door

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The Old Stone Door

This door seems too narrow, with no way to lock, a wedge pushing it always open.

The stone is so old with odd colored splotches, green moss growing all over it’s face. 

This can’t be the way, no look at the door. It looks to small to be used as was spoken.

This is the garden, I know that for sure with tales of peace and beauty of this place.

But many remember a time of no peace, with shouts of anger and shedding of blood

With torches ablaze and sharp swords flying, an ear was taken, but now back as new

“Put away your sword”, he said firmly in love as they struggled standing in dark wet mud

Shall I not drink this cup the Father has given me? A cup allowing for of all things new!

Now, centuries later the garden lays quiet with forgotten memories of that time gone by

I walk through the beauty of flowers and trees and feel the reality this has had on me

Will I feel His love when I walk away from here, the beauty of flower and bright blue sky

Will I be able to use the love I feel, and bring it as proof, an everlasting love for all to see.

Anita Neal

There are times when  fellow bloggers post a picture that is so inspiring that I ask permission to try to write a post worthy of its beauty.  Today, Ken of tallulahbass created a post for Norm for the Thursday doors and posted this door.  I thought it was a beautiful door and thought of the Garden of Gethsemane wondering what it would be like today to walk through that garden.

As we remember the everlasting love he has for us, let us remember to share that love with a loving smile, maybe a gentle touch for a hurting soul or a helping hand for those in need. And always remember to be Kind.

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Adverbly Stated, #SoCS

Birdly Life

Swiftly moving,  delicately darting, where did he come from, did you see?

Brightly colored, radiantly reflective, there he goes hiding in the tree.

Buzzingly quiet, hungrily tasting, the sweet nectar of flowers below,

Lovingly feeding, protective parenting, the spring time young, waiting to grow.

Hopefully waiting, cameras are ready, as hummers and others begin to arrive,

Amazingly beautiful, peacefully enjoyed, the birds of summer we hope to thrive.

Even though the day is gray, the beauty of the birds help me smiles. I saw the goldfinches arrive last week and today, the hummers have been seen zipping through the evergreens looking for nesting grounds. I would love to be a small creature for a day to be able to go all through the branches of the evergreens and visit all the may birds I see going in and out of there as they come to the feeders to eat. So many types living or visiting in that wall of 6 evergreens. They all seem to get along fine, what a lesson for mankind. Now I know there are squabbles there as well but the image it paints is that all is well.

So I remind you on this day of gray, to rekindle the joys of kindness along you way. And may the brightness of the kindness you share this day brighten the day of another with kindness more to share.

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And if you have enjoyed my silliness with adverbs, then join along with Linda G Hill’s richness of Saturdays SoCS use of Adverbs.

Roll With the Punches, TPC

When I first saw the challenge for Tuesday Photo Challenge of Roll by Jansenphoto, my brain went straight to a song from my college days – “Rolling, rolling, rolling down the river” but nobody wants to here me sing so I will display my recent “Punch of Life”, and I will added a bit of poor man’s poetry. Come along and join in on the fun.

The Lack of Cold

Ole Fridge, Ole Fridge

How could you leave me so warm?

The ice cream now puddle on the floor

For bees to come swarm.

Ole Fridge, Ole Fridge

With my life visible on display

Of pictures and magnets in sad disarray

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Does you life reflect on your fridge

Ole Fridge, Ole Fridge

Repairman could not be repaired

Stripping you clean of life really seems unfair

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The hideous wallpaper looks even worse now, that’s the next project

Ole Fridge, Ole Fridge

As the punch slams you to the floor

We roll for new cold we can find in the store

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Which do we chose

New Fridge, New Fridge

Which one shall we choose

I think the silver will be better, with it we can’t lose.

 

As with all of life, there are times where you just have to Roll with the Punches. So in remembrance of how life can hit us square in the face, know that it hits others just as hard, so try to give extra effort in  being kind. That may be the only time that day an individual may receive any form of kindness. Always be kind.

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Pug-amus Wisdom, Twitter Tale #128

Come one, come all as I tell you a tale

Of wisdom I gathered though I am frail

One concerning my masters who throw me in the cold

To do my business, good grief this really gets old

Will spring or warmth ever show their bright side?

I think not as I snuggle with blanky deep inside

 

Fun from Kat Myrman with this weeks Twittering Tales #128.

 

 

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Remember to always be kind

Undying Love

Again I have been inspired by a photograph from  Heaven’s Sunshine. Irene Tron takes wonderful pictures of nature which I have used several times to write about. Her photo called Holding On amazed me as the petals of one flower seem to wrap themselves around a fellow flower as it died. It spoke of the fellowship we should all have in taking care of each other as we go through the trials of life. If you have not visited Irene’s blog, I suggest it. It is a good read and has wonderful photography.

Holding On

 

MY DEAREST, MY DARLING

My dearest, my darling, I will always love thee

When remembering the beauty we both loved to see.

The swaying of the wind as it moved through our lives

Through good times and bad, we managed to survive.

I wrap my fingers tightly around your growing limp hand

In hopes to keep you from falling down to cold hard sand.

I reach back in memory of all that we had and share

Thinking those who don’t know us may not even care.

Remember this my darling as you are taken away from me

You are my dearest my darling, I will always love thee.

                                    -Anita Neal-

 

And as always I close in reminders to always show your kind side. The kindness you share may be the only kindness felt by the one recipient.

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