Filled with Dreams (Haiku Series #151)

Tasting Goodness

Dreaming of fresh dough

To grocery store for yeast—

Bread shall rise again

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Fulfilling Life

Eighty-two years young

Earning high school diploma—

Ageless dreams blossom

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Sowing Faith

Golden harvest waits

Farmer’s efforts rewarded—

Blessed field of dreams

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Enjoy the Ride

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Another day dawning

Life’s open highway

Relax, enjoy the ride

Searching hidden byways

 

Each byway, something new

Life’s treasured adventures

Unwind, take each one in

Tasting newfound ventures

 

Every venture smiles

Life’s tempo never slows

Marvel, each sweet blessing

Smelling one tender rose

 

Single rose shares fragrance

Life’s memories accrue

Smile, waiting in the wings

Finding tomorrow’s clue

 

Tomorrow’s whistle sounds

Life’s train steaming ahead

Relax, enjoy the ride

Dreaming, asleep in bed

  

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Defining Moments (Elfchen Series #69)

Endearing

Appreciate

Day’s treasures

Each precious minute

Fleeting moments pass by

Photographs

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Persevering

Freedom’s

Challenging task

Brick by brick

Renewing democracy’s fragile road

Courage

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Celebrating

Legendary

Life journey

Childhood’s early dreams

Maturing into life’s amazing

Accomplishments

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This series of poems (written in the German-inspired style of Elfchen or Elevenie) shares a total of eleven words in each poem, with a sequence by line of one, two, three, four, and one words.

Life Well Lived

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Seasoned with many years

This ancient man delights

Very little he fears

Life tastes humble highlights

 

Living alone these days

Outliving many friends

Memories still ablaze

Through color-filled zoom lens

 

Nearly century old

Blessed career long gone

Bride’s love never grows cold

Still waking up at dawn

 

Sits at kitchen table

Daily Bible reading

Praying through God’s cable

Lord’s “Bread of Life” feeding

 

Walking at nearby park

Bench invites him to sit

Lifetime’s blossoming spark

Dreaming shall never quit

 

Parked at life’s interchange

Lifetime’s poetry writes

Witnessing time’s changes

Faith and love holding tight 

 

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Swing Away

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Life’s game passing by

Parked on lonely bench

Watching each inning

From this dugout’s trench

 

Endless time marching

Week following week

Absent from big plays

Life looking more bleak

 

Dreaming great moments

Where are they hiding?

Just needing one chance

Few hopes backsliding

 

Opportunity!

Finally knocking

Time to really shine

Eagerness rocking

 

Now just swing away

Life’s batter’s box calls

Confidence beaming

Stepping in, “Play ball!” 

  

In the film, “The Natural,” starring Robert Redford, Roy Hobbs finally gets his big chance to step into the batter’s box.  Here is the scene from the film.  Indeed, life and baseball find ways to complement each other.

Morning Dreams

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Darkness hides

Morning’s reception

Silence riddles chilly air

 

Mellow breeze

Wind chimes serenade

Peace soothing this resting soul

 

Candle glows

Dancing shadows play

Frolicking, flickering flame

 

Hot coffee

Early, steady mate

Comforting, every drop

 

Good ol’ friend

Morning hums with fun

Feeling the caffeine-fueled boost

 

Dawn’s twilight

Distant horizon

Breaking through hardheaded clouds

 

Music plays

Tunes stir memories

Jukebox sings with sunrise joy

 

Life’s pages

Another chapter

Feeling all cozy and warm

 

Dreams invite

Delightful journey

Buzzing, unmistaken joy

 

Snooze button

Calling, “Please hit me”

Let’s start all over . . . again!

 

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Will Smith Quotes

Whatever your dream is, every extra penny you have needs to be going to that.

There’s so much negative imagery of black fatherhood.  I’ve got tons of friends that are doing the right thing by their kids, and doing the right thing as a father–and how come that’s not newsworthy.

Monday Memories: Sweetest Dream

This updated poem was first-published in March, 2019.  Every day I accept the personal challenge to follow a healthy lifestyle in managing my blood glucose levels.  With proper exercise, eating right, and taking medications, I have been able to succeed.  I sometimes use humor as a tool to keep myself motivated, and writing this poem serves this purpose.

three assorted donuts with milk

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Sleeping at night brings pleasurable dreams my way

Dreaming of sugar-filled treats most every single day

 

Tasting a doughnut filled with vanilla cream

Allowing my sweet tooth to sample a dream

 

Advising the doughnut to vanish and scamper away

Appearing next, freshly baked cookies wish to stay

 

Smelling the melted chocolate and cookie dough

Rolling over, my taste buds scream out to know

 

Dashing dreams of cookies, a delicious pie arrives

Looking at coconut cream is a mammoth surprise

 

Tossing in bed, my mouth anticipates the sweetest taste

Cruising into my dream, appears a cake—freshly baked

 

Licking my lips, velvety-rich chocolate cake will be my fate

Sampling the moisture-rich texture seems a perfect mate

 

Closing my fantasy suddenly, my mind stirs awake

Remembering to manage my sugars is no mistake

 

Envisioning so many tantalizing, indulging treats

Controlling sugar levels will be a bitter-filled feat

bakery baking cake chocolate

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