Tag Archive | NaPoWriMo

Spring Renewal

Spring renewal so romantic and quaint,

But I’m here to tell you that sometimes it ain’t.

And when the notices come all at once,

Respond in time or be a dunce,

Member of this, certified in that.

Renew the license on the cat,

Renew my privilege to drive,

And my pledge to help someone survive,

(In the event of my demise,

My parts may live on in disguise.)

Renew attempts to not be fat,

Renewals make my wallet flat

But to complain is of no use,

Except it’s fun to sound like Dr. Seuss.

Remembering

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Twenty-something years ago,

Sunday best, toddler in tow,

Red curls and dressy frills,

Chasing Easter egg-finding thrills,

Dads hiding them all around,

Rejoicing when each one is found.

Two-thousand years ago,

Passover Lamb they didn’t know,

Resurrected! He conquered death,

Redemption for those He’d given breath,

Responding to the gospel sound,

Rejoicing when each one is found.

©SBibb 2015

April Fools

Suddenly, the silence broken,

Birds sing songs we knew they knew,

Suddenly, shy bushes blush

With blooms pastel or vibrant hue,

The tree’s bare branches dress in green

And leaves as if on cue,

Rain, like tears falls freely

From the sun’s warm shining face

Steam rises from the pavement.

Making fog that’s out of place,

And some rush in – begin to take

Spring’s new found glories from her,

New plans they make and longingly,

Count down the days to summer.

A Certain Hope

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When my heart is filled with sadness,
And the songs have all been sung,
When there’s nothing left to say,
And yet the sorrow’s just begun,
When there’s no one to turn to,
And no where to hide,
From the anguish of the soul inside-
When all around my world is cold and gray,
I still hear Him say,
Be not as those that have no hope,
Weeping’s for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
Be not as those that have no hope,
Weeping’s for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
When I shall awake, I shall be in thy likeness
When I shall awake, I shall be in thy likeness
For eye has not seen, and ear has not heard,
Neither has entered in the heart of man,
The things God has prepared for them that love Him,
For them that love Him.
So, be not as those
that have no hope,
Weeping’s for a night
But joy comes in
The morning
I shall awake in thy likeness.

From God Remembers published 2010

Leavenworth

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Not the Kansas Federal prison,
But the little Bavarian-style town
Quaint and nestled at an entrance
Into the Cascade Mountains
A river runs through it
Hills roll around it
Dotted with apple orchards
A couple of hours away from
What the locals call “the coast”
Though Seattle is far from it.
Festivals dot the year
Apple Blossom, May Day, Autumn Leaf,
Oktoberfest, Christmas Lighting
Attracting tourists here
Unique little shops,
Cheesy tourist traps,
Themed hotels and restaurants
All within walking distance.
Founded as a logging town
Later just a little town
Trying to stay alive
Now a town of art, artists and
Entrepreneurs
Given to hospitality
A wonderful destination
I would say they’ve done a good job.

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