LAST POEMS?

Not sure if I'm going to continue with poems over the weekend--I have written a slew of them over the past couple of days. I've told you the prompt and form I've used for each one . . . On a couple of these, I strived for a light-hearted tone. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt: From devotional reading

Form: Haiku

MATTHEW 11:29

Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. Matt 11:29, Message

God’s grace unformed speaks

Rhythmic spasms of mercy

Lightening my heart

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Prompt: well-known song

Form: Parody

HERE AND THERE

I know an author who writes a word

And “there” is the right word, yes.

T-h-e-r-e

t-h-e-r-e

t-h-e-r-e

And “there” is the right word, yes

I know an author who writes a word

And “there” is the right word, yes.

  -h-e-r-e

  -h-e-r-e

 -h-e-r-e

And “here” is the right word, yes

I know an author who writes a word

And “here” is the right word, yes.

    -e-r-e

    -e-r-e

    -e-r-e

And “ere” is the right word, yes

I know an author who writes a word

And “ere” is the right word, yes.

      -r-e

      -r-e

      -r-e

And “re” is the right word, yes

I know an author who writes a word

And “re” is the right word, yes.

        -e

        -e

        -e

And “e” is the right word, yes

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Prompt: Write a poem about yourself in which nothing is true.

Form: Acronym

DARLENE FRANKLIN—NOT

D       rop out

A       ctive

R        ich

L        efty

E        uropean

N       ot schooled

E        agle-eyed

H       ateful

F        rugal

R        epublican

A       thlete

N       arrow-minded

K        now-it-all

L        arge family

I        ndependent

N       eat

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Prompt: single-word, “waste”

Form: used the form suggested by the quote, /--/-- first line /--/--  second line, rhymes with first.

WASTE

“Use it up, wear it out,

Make do, or do without.”

Wisdom oft spoken by

Parents not known to lie.

War’s sacrifices, the

Greatest paid, heart and head

Child of the Fifties went

Broke before monthly rent

Waste was our middle name

Saving a foolish game

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Prompt: picture (can't find now. A toadstool with a white trunk and red top)

Form: free form

SHELTER

I come from a long line of brown-roofed homes,

uniform, safe—uninteresting

I hike for miles over coffee-colored ground

Passing through a forest of conformity

In the distance I see a single red square

I hurdle myself end over end

Seeking that vision of red-over-white

Leaving rainbow dust in my wake