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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Day 23--National Poetry Month--Tetractys Poem--Ten

Today we're doing a Tetractys Poem. Never heard of this, but I'm doing it. And if you are as confuseled as I am, go here. Stephanie will explain it.


From chaos
Pristine, useful
Ten fingers, ten toes, all working at once

Land of real numbers, base of measurements
Root of hundred

 ©2019 by H. Linn Murphy

Monday, April 22, 2019

Day 22--National Poetry Month--If I Were Poem--Sea Angels, Fangtooths, and Blobfish, Oh My!

Today we're doing "If I Were" poems. If you'd like to know more about those, go here. If you'd like to know more about Sea Angels, you can try here. If you want to see a vid of them swimming, try here. And my poem procedeth:

If you were a Sea Angel 
And I were your 'wife'
We'd search for a sea butterfly
And shorten its life
(Although Sea Angels are hermaphrodites.)
 ©2019 by H. Linn Murphy

 If I were a blobfish 
And you were a mirror
You'd run screaming away
Since I look like a terror

©2019 by H. Linn Murphy
If you'd like to know more about blobfish, go here or here.

If I were a fangtooth
And you were a shrimp
You'd best swim off fast
Because I am no wimp

©2019 by H. Linn Murphy

If you want to know more about Fangtooth fishes, go here.

Sunday, April 21, 2019

Day 21--National Poetry Month--ABCB Poem--Oh Savior

I write my Sunday poetry ahead of time, usually way ahead. This one, however, I felt I could write on Sunday (though still ahead). This is an ABCB poem:

Oh Savior, My Savior
Forger of my soul
You are taking broken stones
To make my spirit whole 

I slip and fall and fall again
And stagger off the path
Too often selfishness and doubt
Join recklessness and wrath

In rend'ring me deficit 
A hopelessly flawed jar
I realize each passing day
To You I must walk far

I like to think that I would be
Among those in the street
Waving palm fronds at the Man
That I most want to meet

I would have been there at the Cross
Share final earthly hours 
But more than that I'd wish to be
At empty tomb with flow'rs.

I'd kneel and kiss your nail-scarred feet
And offer you my heart
 But to do that simple thing
I now must make a start

'Thank you' seems not quite enough
Eternal Life You save
I offer then my life to You
For what You freely gave.

©2019 by H. Linn Murphy
A most happy Easter, not because of chocolate bunnies and hidden brightly colored eggs (though we'll have those too), but because Christ paid the ultimate price for all our mistakes, evils, poor choices, maladies, and pains. Because our Elder Brother offered us grace if we would just do as much as we possibly can to meet Him part of the way. There is no way we could ever go the whole way on our own, but to do all we could to follow Him home--that is the Plan of Happiness. I hope someday to be able to tell Him I did my best. And I'm hoping I won't be alone--that I will have brought friends and loved ones.

Saturday, April 20, 2019

Day 20--National Poetry Month--Acrostic Poem--My Elder Brother

Today we're doing Acrostic Poems (or ABC but I'm doing Acrostic). If you'd like to know more about them, go here. If you'd like to know more about Christ and his role in our lives, go here. In memory of Easter and the sacrifice of our Elder Brother, I give you my poem:

Just as once Christ took our part
Ever on the right hand of the Father
Satan, in opposition took the low road
Until he had lured away a host of the children
Salvation for them was no more

Christ forfeited His life and blood for us
Held high the lantern that we might see
Returning us to the Father's side, his goal
In perfect humility he bowed his head
Said, "Thy will, oh Lord be done."
Took the bitter cup and drank.

My sins He washed away with his blood
Yours, too, He took upon Himself

Every ill, unfairness, flaw he paid
Loving our neighbors the price

Do all you can to meet perfection, He asked.
Ever serve your fellow man
Return good for ill and kindness for evil

Bring back the lost, the wanderers astray
Right wrongs cropped up along the way
Overcome the taint if Satan's power
Take heart in Heavenly Father's plan
Help those who cannot help themselves
Endure with patience all which comes your way
Return with us to Father."

© 2019 by H. Linn Murphy

Friday, April 19, 2019

Day 19--National Poetry Month--Rhyme Royal--My Incredible Elder Brother

Today it's time for a Rhyme Royal. It's a septet, meaning it has seven lines and a complicated scheme. If you'd like to know more about the Rhyme Royal, and/or septets, go here. And the Poem, ladies and Gentlemen:

Jesus Christ, the God of this mortal world
Has healed the sick and brought the dead to life
Gave us His perfect heart in service furled
Healed wounds once born of grief, foul war, and strife
If I forsake my burdens and my knife
The Savior takes my broken, battered heart
Shows me the way to live the better part.

At times I cannot lift my drooping head
The darkness closes o'er and claims my soul
Mistakes envelop leaving my soul dead
I cannot recognize eternal goals
Until the Spirit His instructions doles
And I remember what my Brother taught
I can shuck off the chains which Satan wrought

Before grave judgement bar I do quiver
My lifelong deeds pass before my face
Because of dreadful acts I quake and shiver
With utmost kindness Christ reviews my case
He then extends His full abounding grace
If I have done my best to use His path
Forsaken selfishness, envy, and wrath

© 2019 by H. Linn Murphy

Thursday, April 18, 2019

Day 18--National Poetry Month--Poem-in-Your-Pocket-Day--Couplets--Skin--Gate of the Year

Today is Poem-in-your-Pocket Day. If you want to know more about that, go here. I wrote this one before (and after) a shower, trying not to get too much water on it. Don't go there. Just read the poem. And for Heaven's sake, keep a cool poem in your pocket today. (A song is a poem too, you know.)

My skin doesn't fit on my form anymore
It's wrink'ly and loose where it wasn't before

There are bits poking out that should probably be
Inside where the crevices now are on me.

Things once that were firm, now are hopelessly saggy
I feel like an elephant, lumb'ring and baggy

But as per manufacturer's specs, if my skin
Is still doing its job and keeping things in 

I cannot complain much about how it jiggles
If guts are inside then there's still time for giggles

With my entrails still en and my extrails vice versa
Skin protects me from viruses, bacteria, and mersa

Though I can't help bemoaning the dastardly truth
That wrinkles immediately trumped zits, forsooth!

© 2019 by H. Linn Murphy

This is a poem I really love by Minnie Louise Haskins called GOD KNOWS. It has a rich past. If you'd like to know more about it, try here. I'm keeping this poem in my pocket today like Queen Elizabeth II did.

 God Knows 
(Commonly called GATE OF THE YEAR)

And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year:
“Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.”
And he replied:
“Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God.
That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.”
So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night.
And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East. 

So heart be still:
What need our little life
Our human life to know, 
If God hath comprehension?
In all the dizzy strife
Of things both high and low, 
God knows. His will

Is best. The stretch of years
Which wind ahead, so dim
To our imperfect vision, 
Are clear to God. Our fears
Are premature; In Him,
All time hath full provision.

Then rest: until 
God moves to lift the veil 
From our impatient eyes,
When, as the sweeter features
Of Life's stern face we hail,
Fair beyond all surmise
God's thought around His creatures
Our mind shall fill.
©1908 by M. Louise Haskins

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Day 17--National Poetry Month--Haiku--Crane Fly--Free Verse--Le Notre Dame

Today I'm doing a Haiku. I don't have time to make it a poiku, because I'm off to the Temple. If you'd like to learn more about this poetry form, go here.

Sweet little crane fly
Why do you enter the fridge?
You end in cold dark.

                                                            © 2019 by H. Linn Murphy

Less and
So very grand
Jewel of your land
History and art bound in
Intricate lacy rock spires
Rose window a dainty filigree
A myriad bits of rainbow glass
Woven together enhancing the light
o I never knew your peace o   
 Though I wish I had come   
  To worship in my own way  
   In your echoing confines   
       France's Gray lady down      
oThough before you stoodo
ooStaunch against ravage ofoo
oo War, revolution, and plague oo
oo    Succumbed to the flames    oo
oo    As once did Joan the Maid     oo
oo      You, like she will rise from      oo
oo        The ashes again to inspire,         oo
ooo         And delight, as once before.         ooo
  © 2019 by H. Linn Murphy