VERSES

Tuesday, March 1, 2022

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John Sloan, Sun and Wind on the Roof

WHAT THE WIND TOOK

Tis a fierce wind that blows from the roof top,

And she no gentle maiden struggles, to

Keep a balance of pride and fortitude.

For what more has she to lose? left behind

Barefooted and aloof on a roof, to

Pin these garments cleansed of yesterdays dole,

When she mothered him, along with her child.

She should have let go of him a long time,

Like those slippers were, cast off to the wind.

What was he father? what was he a husband ?

What was he? she asks herself, and the wind,

Blew and blew that day, so that her slippers off and flew away.

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Monday, February 28, 2022

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 338

As February bids us goodbye, it leaves a world saddened by the atrocious action of war by Putin towards the Ukraine.

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Haibun Monday 2/28/22: Cold Mountain

There is a mountain within a range of mountains here in sunny Trinidad and Tobago. the breezes can get quite chilly but no snow forms. The mountain named for Saint Benedict where the monks live. This one draws many a worshipper to quiet meditation. To purchase honey and relics. To offer confessions and acts of penitence. To eat of the divine in holy masses. Even in chilly breezes love warms this mountain.

is there a mountain

that will offer sunflowers

or prayers for Kyiv

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Thursday, February 24, 2022

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image from Pinterest

PASSION'S PUZZLE

So sweet and sad heaving bosom

She may shun him oh so handsome

Poor soul he fears himself go mad

Who pluck at way for her blossom

That torture to wavering lad

Heaving bosom so sweet and sad

The rose is red but that is why

Too many tears she cannot cry

And if perchance she takes to bed

For only there to lay and sigh

At verses written or just read

But that is why the rose is red

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Wednesday, February 23, 2022

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A WORLD REDEEMED

Precious

Is the

Blood of Christ

Shed at Golgotha for

All of humanity so loved

By God he gave his only

Begotten son to pay the redemption price

There at the cross there at Calvary Hill

HERE

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A Penny for Your Thoughts!

“The truth shall set you free.” John 8:32

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Monday, February 21, 2022

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 337

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MORNING SALUTATIONS

Flavour me mateys.

Add a bit of taste to this

Wondrously deep connection.

Let me not drown in sorrow,

But always think of tomorrow,

When the clock chimes dawn,

And ye birds sing a salty ditty

Of grey blanket sky,

Magically painting herself azure.