Super

Superpowers? Let’s make a list,

Cause all of them, I think I missed,

Like super strength, for that I’d opt,

When I think of the stack of plates I dropped!

And other things, like super speed?

To do my chores, for that, I’d plead,

And super sight? With super eyes

I’d wear my specs just for disguise!

Hmmm…super smell? That may be mine,

Cause stinky stuff I smell just fine.

But what would give life seasoning?

Why, super thought and reasoning!

Command of elements, that’d be neat,

And flying would be oh, so sweet!

And swimming without needing breath,

Yep. Nothing that would cause my death!

If I could live a long, long time,

With super life, that would be fine,

Just think of all that I could do,

The learning and the skills accrue...

But wait. If I am still around

When all I love are ‘in the ground’,

Now how exciting would that be

If I lost friends and family?

You know, I’ll stick with what I’ve got,

My aching joints and tangled thoughts,

My power fits me like a glove,

My super power, friends, is LOVE! 

Karen asks, "Write for me, please?"

We write because we like to please!

And we love her, you know that’s true,

So this is what we writers do . . .

We craft a poem based on a theme,

With pencils, sharp, and eyes agleam,

Each month we write and have such fun

We can't wait for another one,

With 'Super Power!' how did I do?

Now, go and see the others, too:

Baking In A Tornado: Finale      
Messymimi’s Meanderings          

Believe

 

A tiny town, the angel sings,

Is chosen for the King of Kings.

It sleepy lies and quiet waits,

While all salvation, God creates.

 

And in a manger, not a bed,

Our Savior lays his newborn head,

Soft grasses frame his tiny form,

And keep his swaddled body warm.

 

A hush falls o’er the stable scene,

The babe has come, all is serene,

He will bring peace from world’s alarms,

But for now, a babe, in His mother’s arms.

 For just a moment, all is still,

As Son fulfills his Father’s will,

Though tiny now, one day He’ll be,

The Saviour of both bond and free.

 

The choir gathers, awesome sight,

Their presence shines upon the night,

Above the clouds, their voices swell,

As they shout forth their first ‘Noel’.

As bells ring out the joyous news,

In golden tones, in ones and twos,

We recall another place on earth,

When a prophet spoke of the coming birth.

 

Far to the East, men weep, because

A star shines bright. They point, and pause,

There in that sphere, each of them sees,

The prophecy that’s come to be.

  

And all the Faithful, now, are called,

From pastures—free, to cities—walled,

To see the babe who soon will reign,

When He brings peace and conquers pain.

  

God makes so much from something small,

This babe? Salvation for us all,

How are we freed from pathways grim?

Why...just believe. And follow Him.

Photo Credit: Karen of bakinginatornado.com

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?

Next week, will be my very last,

The Future surely got here fast!

But two of us will carry on

I pass, to them, the 'poem' baton!

Thinking of joining up for Poetry Monday?

Charlotte and Mimi would love to welcome you!

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The Future (January 1. My last Poetry Monday)