Haiku Series #10

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Love Is . . .

Lasting promises

Always unconditional—

Till death do us part

 

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Stewardship

Stabilize our earth

Honor God’s great creation—

Denial no more

 

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Motivation

Needing to write more

Reaching for novel ideas—

Keep the coffee hot

 

If you are in the mood for another Haiku series, check out a previously published set at Haiku Series 9.

Across the Street

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My retirement years usually produce a smile

But some days sink my spirits deep, by miles

My childhood sweetheart and lovely bride

Now rests with God, absent from my side

I stay occupied with my yard each morn

Discovering pleasure from nature’s form

 

There is a fine lady across the street

She emerges looking nice and sweet

She stays active around her place

Her yard definitely fits her tastes

The grass is mowed and trimmed

I wonder how she stays so thin

 

There seems, between us

A subliminal connection

Inviting her for coffee

Is my dreamy confession

 

Her petunias appear superior to mine

Perhaps I’ll ask for her secret, in time       

She smiles when my puppy is outside to play

I wonder what her plans will be for this day

I imagine what she might think about me

Watching me hang a bird feeder in a tree

 

There seems, between us

A subliminal connection

Inviting her for coffee

Is my dreamy confession

 

We both come from the same generation

Her beauty creates a wonderful sensation

I’m thinking of walking across the street

Meeting this fine lady would be a treat

She steps back inside from the dry, summer heat

Perhaps tomorrow morning, we can finally meet

My Grandfather lost his childhood sweetheart and bride, but believe it or not, he found love again . . . across the street!

This real-life experience, along with Jen Goldie’s story about “The Man Across the Street”, inspired the writing of this poem.  Visit Jen’s very creative story with the link shown below.

The Man Across The Street — Jen Goldie – A little this, a little that, some real and some imaginings.

Sweetest Love

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Love springs eternal in many beautiful forms

Helping to ease some of life’s angry storms

A mother cares for her newborn child

Rocking him fast to sleep for awhile

A teacher reaches out to his favorite class today

Filling the room with learning that discovers a way

A nervous man asks a pretty woman for a date

Wondering if marriage just might be their fate

A son calls upon his ailing mother quite often

Bringing love that helps her illness to soften

A mature couple captures romance from afar

Typing ribbons of love that reach the stars

A young girl eagerly waits by the window all day

Jumping into her father’s lap with much to say

A caring wife prepares a meal by candlelight

Inspiring a time of love with her man tonight

A family brings togetherness for all

Adding gentle love that will never fall

A romantic husband brings flowers home

Adding fragrance and love, never alone

A young couple ties the marital knot with “We do”

Finding love that’s deeply rich and feels so true

God sends His Son to offer us agape love

Washing our sins white with His red blood

 

 

How is love defined?

And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13:13

 

Love is a game that two can play and both win.

Eva Gabor

 

Love is the subtlest force in the world.

Mohandas Gandhi

 

Love is the essence of God.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Robert Frost

 

Inasmuch as love grows in you, so beauty grows.  For love is the beauty of the soul.

Saint Augustine

 

Life is the flower of which love is the honey.

Victor Hugo

 

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Nourishing Love

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A beautiful garden planted in the spring with great love

Flowers and vegetables blessed with peace from above

Every detail carefully planned and tenderly done

All this fertile soil needs now is water and sun

The first few weeks bring excitement and growth

Green buds and a bit of color are amazing both

One week goes by without any tender loving care

The young, immature plants now seem a bit scared

 

I am thirsty for a drink, can’t you see!

Why have you forgotten all about me?

 

Another week passes along without feeling a human hand

The fragile plants begin a slow march back to the land

 

I am thirsty for a drink, can’t you see!

Why have you forgotten all about me?

 

A third week arrives with unhappiness and despair

The once promising garden can’t surely be repaired

 

I am thirsty for a drink, can’t you see!

Why have you forgotten all about me?

 

From high above comes His promise to bring rain

Soon a gentle, nourishing mist reduces the pain

Humans need to be fed from above by Him

We must ask Him gently like singing a hymn

Without loving care, the garden and people will perish

The Lord adores all of His creation with love to cherish

 

Let us never, ever wonder and say . . .

 

I am thirsty for a drink, can’t you see!

Why have you forgotten all about me?

 

To have little faith isn’t part of our day!