Today’s acrostic poem for the A to Z Challenge
Hopeful Happiness
Here and there
Over time
Potential fair
Even in rhyme.
For giving
Utterance,
Love of life.
Happy because…
Aways my strife.
Play with these words,
Prepared in light.
Imagine this hope
Never declines.
End gripes and cope –
Stop with these whines,
So no more mope and better times!
©2015, stu06bloc9 drafted 09/04/15, here and now, 5pm, ad hoc
Home
My home has a floor, a roof and all four walls,
windows, a yard and a broken back door.
My home still has water when you turn on the tap
but none of it’s hot and that’s a bit crap!
My home has a kitchen that looks like a shed
where we can’t use electric or so it’s been said
For the wiring’s not safe in that crucial room
and the outside walls damp and affected the loom.
My home is my castle, it’s also my cage
and whatever I’m writing my home is my stage.
My home’s where my heart is and while I complain,
I’ve been homeless before and hope never again
to be stuck out of doors with no place to go
with all I could carry and so little hope,
But I’d like to go home to a nice little place
where the bills aren’t so hefty and everything’s safe.
©2015, stu06bloc9
written in response to challenge prompt HOME at Mara’s poetry101rehab
To any god who’ll hear, a prayer:
Ultimately a wish for better health for
Every being, including myself,
Selfish though it may be;
Deliverance from all the world’s evils and pains
And a better world turning in peace.
Yet still for a safer future, freedoms
To be guaranteed.
Happiness and hope to fill every man’s heart,
Impoverishments to cease;
Reverence to every Faith: an end to religious
Dis-ease.
Miracles aren’t made by men,
Amen’s no magic word:
Religion’s a lot to answer for and
Christianity is surely the worst.
Hallelujah! to any God who heard.
(c)2015, stu06bloc9
MARCH ONE, MARCH ON
March One, march on, here at the first
now set a month’s new challenge:
to here each day attempt some verse
for inspiration, scavenge.
Explore device, language expand;
Seek still to learn and take in hand
For rhyme or reason? either, or…
horizons ever distant from the never distant shore.
March One, March on, from here endear, for hopeful is the journey:
spring in each step, each step atone
and sieze each day with focus clear to
chart a course with compass set to every day adventure;
March on toward the neverlands, on board for writes of passage; First
March, March One, and ever more, for motivation’s salvage.
(c)2015: stu06bloc9
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