By dovemarie
Spring makes her entrance
Like a high-class debut
Wind is soft,
Snowflakes are few
March goes out with howling cacophony
April glides in like an orchestral symphony
Spring's lover asks, "May I have this dance?"
A springtime eve is filled with romance
A couple embraces, breath to breath
Celebrating winter's death
His black eyes attract and allure
They gaze at her dress of delicate azure
This season is budding forth anew
As she makes her proud debut
| Author Notes | Thank you to Denise B. for artwork |
By dovemarie
For a long time I've been chasing a rhyme,
Rhyme and verse so elusive
Elusive thoughts are hard to catch
Catch a stanza, - mental block
Block out memories
Memories flow in and out of my mind
Mind a mystery of shapes and patterns
Patterns and types of poetry combine
Combine my thoughts and feelings
Feelings, rhythm, and melody sing
Sing in the depths of my heart, concealing
Concealing my emotions
Emotions of poetry
By dovemarie
Oh, please put God first
At times when feeling at your worst
He quenches your thirst
In a cloudburst
Your hunger He satisfies
Beauty fills His skies
When you're feeling cursed
And in troubles immersed
I pray, put God first
| Author Notes | At this time of Lent and Easter, as well as at all times, I try to put God first. Thanks to willie for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Children on a swing
With laughter's cheerful ring
Children from the south; children from the north
Swinging happily back and forth
These children are brave
Looking eagerly for their mothers' wave
They love to talk,
But they cannot walk
Fast, upward and downward motion of delight
Upon them their mothers' eyes alight
This is some freedom the children will know
When in their wheelchairs, their mothers' tears flow
| Author Notes | Thanks to VMarguarite for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Near the end
Someone says, "You'll do fine"
As I'm approaching contest deadline
From a friend
I get help with a line
While my excitement and fear combine
Verse to send
End just around the bend
Her helping hand, she will always lend
| Author Notes | I've gotten a lot of help with my contest entries, though I do write the poems out of my own head. I mean help with typo, type of poetry, reviews, etc. Thanks to Fan Story. Thanks to Gerd Altmann from Pixabay |
By dovemarie
I can type
I can write very well
I can play piano a little
I can walk
I can compose poems
I can speak well in front of people
I can cook
I can make people laugh
I can do anything I work at
| Author Notes | This contest made me think of all my accomplishments. Thanks to VMarguarite for artwork. |
By dovemarie
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I'd like to introduce you to my homeland of New England
All four seasons
Winter brings chilly blasts of wind and mountainous snowbanks
Spring buds and blossoms, with insects coming out of hiding
And birds returning from the South
Summer gives us ocean tides, foam-crested waves, sand and shells
Autumn shades of foliage enlighten your eyes, a time of change
New England is my love
| Author Notes | Photo from Pixabay. |
By dovemarie
In my childhood years
Before all the heartache and tears,
My Mother gave me s-p-e-l-l-i-n-g and song
And taught me right from wrong.
Many times I didn't obey,
I wandered astray
But never forgot my spelling and song
They will be with me my whole life long.
I made a lot of mistakes
That caused us pains and aches
Yet from my Mother I received spelling and song
Though lots of times we didn't get along
I carry my Mother in my spelling
It is now in her Heavenly dwelling
I've recorded my voice
In this, she has something to rejoice.
| Author Notes | Two skills I inherited from my Mother, and I got certificates for both of them. Thanks to CammyCards for artwork. |
By dovemarie
I sit here in the dark
Suddenly imagination strikes a spark
The spark enkindles the flame
My poem has a name!
I work hard for quite a time
On verse, rhythm and rhyme
It could be a quatrain,
Or maybe a cinquain
A poem emanates from my womb of feeling
It could be woe; it could be healing
In the birth of a Fan Story poem
I think of my fellow writers, grateful to know them
They give me inspiration
As well as dedication
The lines I've read on Fan Story
Have a special meaning for me
| Author Notes | Dedicated to the writers I've reviewed and who have reviewed me on Fan Story. Wrote this one in the wee morning hours. |
By dovemarie
Within my solitude
I pray in gratitude
Fleeing the multitude
To persevere in fortitude
I try to change my attitude
When I think of each beatitude
Graces pour upon me in plenitude
The Spirit is with me, I know with certitude
| Author Notes | Sitting by myself one day at my kitchen table, inspired this poem. I went to many places by myself on my pilgrimage to Medjugorje. Thanks to Paul G. for artwork. |
By dovemarie
When I awake in the morning
To the sweet, breath-taking dawning
A live concert of creation
Beckons with its invitation
Raindrops tinkle like pianos that are playing
Drum-like surf pounds when I awake in the morning
A south wind falls upon my ears
Powerful rays as morning nears
Birds call out in their flute-like airs
Squirrels tend to their own affairs
Thunder exploding like bombing in the war years
The concert of creation is like a south wind
| Author Notes | Thanks to Dovey for telling me about this form of poetry. I always like to hear the different forms of nature when I awaken in the morning. |
By dovemarie
Hope is a pre-dawn bird singing
Hope is the Resurrection of our Lord and Savior
Hope is a breath of fresh spring air
Hope is a wave rolling toward you
And breaking up into small rivulets instead of striking you
Hope is the fullness of the moon
Hope is the scientific research of incurable ills
Hope is the babe lying in the womb
Hope is Jesus rising from the tomb
| Author Notes | Easter tide is a time full of hope. I am working on this virtue myself, since I often feel hopeless. Thanks to jgrace for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Recovery in discovery
During my journey
I faced danger behind every rock and tree
Discovery in recovery
Loss of time
Mountains so hard to climb
Deserts and seas to cross
Time of loss
Rejections and dejections
Forced injections
So hard to win people's affections
Dejections and rejections
Over and under
So many things about which to wonder
Dealing with people addicted and trying to remain sober
Under and over
Discovery in recovery
Negative thoughts to bury
Ceasing to worry
Recovery in discovery
| Author Notes | A poem about my mental health journey. Thanks to cmyers for artwork - I received a lot of forced I.M.s (intramuscular injections) in hospitals off and on from 1978 - 1991. |
By dovemarie
Christianity is full of faith and hope
Heavenly beings announce the Good News
Resurrection
Is being born again
Salvation is ours
Today
Immortality
Soul and spirit
Rising
In
Sunlight's glory
Each
New day
| Author Notes | Easter poem, inspired by the Resurrection. Thanks to GaliaG for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Lost
My phone charger, and I was in a muddle
Passed by a puddle, in it a shining quarter I
Found
| Author Notes | I have been losing a lot of things lately (getting older, I guess) but I have the good luck to find them. This was serious loss, I would have had to pay for another phone charger if someone hadn't found it and kept it for me. But I'm always happy to find a coin on the ground (even though a quarter certainly wouldn't be enough to pay for a charger!). I have found several coins on the ground lately, wow, I'm getting rich! Thanks to Dick Lee Shia for artwork. |
By dovemarie
You trust the elevator to take you from the basement to the top floor.
I say to you, trust me to bring you from the lowest depths of being poor
To the top of the richest heights of glory.
You have faith in the bus driver to get you to your destination.
In the same way, have faith that I will bring you to salvation.
Today and in the past, we have landed on the moon.
Remember that I created the moon and the planets to give your minds curiosity
As well as hope that there might be life either the same or different from yours on these worlds.
Pray for such life, it will be revealed soon.
Regarding abortion - If the Angel had not come to Joseph and told him about how I was conceived, and if Joseph had not been an upright, courageous man, I would have been stoned to death as I lay in My Mother's womb. Amen, amen, I say to all fathers, biological or foster: "Be responsible for your children, adopted or unborn. Regardless of man's scorn,
Raise them towards a glorious morn."
On child abuse - "As I said in My ministry thousands of years ago, ' "see that you do not harm any of these little ones, for their angels always see the face of My Father in heaven.' " My Father, I Myself, and their Guardian Angel will see that in Hell you will be doing hard time,
if you persist in this crime."
"In the 1960s, two of my great prophets and leaders, one from the North, the other from the South, were gunned down. (President John F. Kennedy and Dr.Martin Luther King). They have received their crown.
Their words and deaths had no effect on a lot of people. Thus, division, prejudice and terrorism live on. Amen, I say to you, listen to future leaders and prophets, or worse things will come. Black, yellow, red or white, now is the time to stop the fight!"
| Author Notes | Inspired by the Lenten and Easter season. Thanks to booklotto for artwork. |
By dovemarie
When anger swells and overflows
It kills and emotionally impedes
When anger is covered by
A soothing wind that gently blows
With the outgoing tide
And the stormy waves, it recedes
| Author Notes | A lot of things make me angry. I found this poem to be one way of dealing with my anger. Thanks to avmurray for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Treasures lost, treasures found
Graces, glory, fruits abound
Spring's spirit revolving around
Brown-colored earth; green-covered ground
Chirping of robins is a sweet sound
Treasures lost, treasures found
Spring's beauty, adorned and crowned
With a pattern of colors, sewn, knitted, wound
From the trees to the lakes to the blossoms to the skies
Like Phoenix from the ashes, flowers arise
Treasures lost, treasures found
To the soft breezes, to Spring's scents, I'm bound
| Author Notes | Thanks to Sierra Treasures for artwork |
By dovemarie
Seashells covered with dirty sand and algae can be cleaned with Tide.
| Author Notes | KInd of inspired by Bill Pinder, a fellow Fanstorian, after I read his review on my previous monostitch. Tide is a laundry detergent I have often used. Thanks to cleo85 for artwork. |
By dovemarie
God sent bed clothes from the sky, because the rain was coming down in sheets!
| Author Notes | Inspired by rain coming down in sheets that I saw from my window the other day. Thanks to VMarguarite for artwork. |
By dovemarie
"We are going to have peace even if we have to fight for it." Dwight D. Eisenhower
War blinds us all
Rise to the call
To fight for peace
Conflict will cease
Someday we will all move forward,
Toward peace and wisdom
Virtues that shine
| Author Notes | Started writing this on Patriots Day, sorry a little late. Thanks to jgrace for artwork |
By dovemarie
White
Scarred land
Patches of
Snow with ice floes
Icicles crackling
Grayish-white water streams
Frosted piece of melting snow
Flakes lacing magnificent pines
White scars like backs of elderly hands
First greenery cuts through snow particles
I see the black-scarred wastelands unfolding
Dark stalks of leafless trees shadow skies
Deep, rich, black, fertile soil awaits
The farmer's seed, hoe and plow
Newly-paved, tar-topped roads
Crows and blackbirds fly
The charred remains
Of burnt twigs
Tarnished
Scars
| Author Notes | This poem was inspired by the beautiful sights I see of winter waning away and spring coming close. Thanks to cakemp55 for artwork. |
By dovemarie
I believe in one Holy Trinity
Triune Divinity
I believe in the Father's intellect
And in His Son, in whose humanity reflect
The combined love of the Spirit
Possessing grace that has no limit
I believe in the Father's Creation
And in Jesus, the Incarnation
I believe in my Redeemer
Who overcame the Satanic liar and deceiver
I believe in the Annunciation
A spiritual consummation
I believe in my Guardian Angel
Who fought the devil, when he fell
In him I trust to lead me away from hell
I believe in Theresa, the Little Flower
Whose Little Way has so much power
With every prayer, she sends me a rose
And my love for her grows
In every desire and need
I will recite my Apostolic Creed
Sowing the seed
Of each and every good deed
| Author Notes | I was reading the Catholic Apostolic Creed the other day, and I decided to create my own. Thanks to VMarguarite for artwork. |
By dovemarie
A drop of rain
A stab of pain
Something lost, I can't regain
Please help, before I go insane
A drop of rain
A tear stain
Blood drips from my vein
As I stare through my window pane
Rejection has been made plain
I feel as though my spirit's been slain
Friendship was all in vain
My poem resounds with a sad strain
| Author Notes | A minister of Holy Communion who is also an altar server used to give me rides to and from church. On the first Sunday of Lent, March 10, he said abruptly, when I asked him if he would give me and a friend of mine a ride: "I can't take you to that school. No more rides, I don't want any strangers (my friend) in my car, I'm not a taxi driver." So I went back to my pew and cried, and I cried at home. This isn't the first time something like this has happened to me. I took it badly, but then I felt a drop of rain the other day just as I was leaving church, and that inspired these quatrains. Thanks to Deborah Fay Fine Art for artwork. |
By dovemarie
High
Hopes and Expectations
Disappointments and Frustrations
Low
| Author Notes | This is how I've been feeling lately. I chose this picture because it shows a high sky and the reflection is low coming back from the sky. |
By dovemarie
repent
believe in Christ
cast away all your sins
a spiritual gift begins
confess
confess
all of your guilt
breathe freely in freedom
heavenly mansions have been built
repent
| Author Notes | April is the month of the Holy Spirit in Catholic religion. I chose this picture because repentance (the title of the poem) and to confess is a sacrament of the Holy Spirit. The priest holds the place of the Holy Spirit when Catholics go to confession. |
By dovemarie
Some of us are not treated like an adult
To us, this is an insult
But when do people come of age?
At sixteen, when we can drive, but not drink?
And cause road rage, when we drive and drink
Yet do not think?
At seventeen, when on the streets we try to survive, but instead sink?
At eighteen, when we can drive but not drink, yet still vote?
Into law, at 18, they wrote
But what can we do?
When young people can't figure out what to do?
I think legal age should be thirty-two!
| Author Notes | Some humor mixed with seriousness. Inspired by someone coming of age, age 18, two days ago. Thanks to MKFlood for artwork |
By dovemarie
Spring
Rains are splashing down
Forming puddles and rainbows
| Author Notes | Thanks to GaliaG for artwork. Wow, March winds giving way to Spring Rains! This prevents me from starting my job where I work outside at an ice cream farm. |
By dovemarie
A prelude to the winds of spring
Are fierce March winds that feel like a bee's sting
They burst forth, scattering everything
Then come the winds of spring
Making my heart sing,
Softly caressing my face
Feeling like a lover's embrace
They are like a gentle kiss
Bringing me joy and bliss
Winds of spring are full of pleasure
An invisible treasure
Warm mixed with cool
Children are blown along by them to school
When the winds of spring arise
Winter chill dies
With the winds of spring come ocean calm,
A sweet, blessed balm
Winds of spring tenderly soughing from April skies
| Author Notes | Thanks to cleo85 for artwork |
By dovemarie
Lily most fair and pure
Her arms make us feel secure
" 'I am the mother of fair love,' "
Snow-white like a dove
Sweet Flower of our land
Led gently by Her hand
Virgin, lily-of-the-valley
'Neath Her star, we rally
Lily with skin like cream
She's walking in my dream
Lilies strewn along Her path
Crushing satanic wrath
| Author Notes | Poem about the Blessed Virgin Mary, and I used one of her quotes in the first verse: "I am the mother of fair love." Thanks to cmyers for artwork |
By dovemarie
At day's end,
I think of a friend
At the first of the year,
I think of times so dear
I create my "thank you" bowl,
Full of gratitude
Written notes, a multitude
From my heart and soul
Every day there is something to be grateful for
Into my "thank you" bowl, I pour
Cut-up pieces of paper in squares,
All my answered pray'rs
Thank you in every tongue
Spoken or sung
Makes you feel twice young
Everyone should have a "thank you" bowl
Tho each day takes its toll,
Thank-yous make you whole
| Author Notes | I read in a religious book how a woman put notes of thank you in a bowl, so I decided to do the same. It's great how much you find you have to be thankful for at the end of the day! Thanks to seshadri_sreenivasan for artwork. |
By dovemarie
Three in one
We bless the Triune God
See our Queen, Daughter, Mother and Spouse
Three crosses
See how one thief repents
Free to enter Paradise that day
See His wounds
Three streams of blood pour forth
We are His redeemed, His subjects freed
Three days dead
See where they had laid Him
He is exalted, He conquered death
| Author Notes | Inspired by Easter tide, the number three is constantly used in the Bible. Thanks to Gerd Altmann from Pixabay. |
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