Five Minute Friday: MEND

 

I think this can't be mended 

however hard the angels try.

Is this what God intended?

Is this the way I'm going to die,

with searing pain through every night,

deep inside each tumour'd bone?

Is there nothing left to fight?

Must I feel bereft, alone?

But slow and gentle comes the answer,

that to die is truly gain,

and the Christ will be the answer

that will conquer fear and pain,

for He walks beside me, still,

unto my own Calvary hill.

Sylvia told Jesus not to forget the ice cream.

Five Minute Friday: SNOW

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is SNOW.

As the snowplow operator sang, "There's no business like snow business..."

Ah, well.

The winter now at last has come

and so have come the snows.

Toes and fingers getting numb,

a red and runny nose.

Small dog seen just by his tail

leaving in a world of white 

a happy barking waggy trail

at the end of which you might 

just find him rolling on his back,

snow-angels on his mind.

He doesn't seem to mind the lack

of pants on his behind,

but happily goes with the flow

of the newly-fallen snow.

Sylvia doesn't do snow.

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Five Minute Friday: STABLE

 

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is STABLE.

There's only one quote that's needed, from the final book in C. S. Lewis' The Chronicles Of Narnia.

"In our world too, a Stable once had something inside it that was bigger than our whole world," 

- C. S. Lewis, The Last Battle 

Sylvia thinks there should be a Pitbull in the stable as well...oh, wait, he's probably snoozing in the straw.

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Five Minute Friday: MALL

 

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is MALL.

Sorry, but you get another sonnet. I was just too ill to look up quotes.

I miss the old days at the mall,

the cool Aircon at every door,

and within, a place where all

was there that you could hope for.

I miss the jostling smiling crowd,

I miss the care took as I'd walk

through indoor canyons bright and loud

as I heard the shoppers talk

of treasures from Old Navy,

Baby Gap and Borders 

It all seems a bit crazy 

that a world of online orders

has rendered those days dead and gone,

crushed underfoot by Amazon.

Syl liked dog-friendly malls.

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Five Minute Friday: SALE

 

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is SALE.  Enjoy!

I could only find snarky quotes on SALE, and I don't care for snark, so guess what...you get another sonnet.

This is something hard to face,

and when we try, we often fail,

but when we're searching for God's grace

it never is on sale.

He'll give it to you for free

but it bears a fearsome price,

which is and which can only be

your prideful ego's sacrifice,

so step right up, get on your knees,

prepare for your rebirth.

You needn't say, "Oh, pretty please!

for God has set your worth 

as greater than His Son's own pain,

so die to sin, for death is gain.

Sylvia loves it when ice cream is on sale.

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Five Minute Friday: CHRISTMAS SWEATER

 

This week's Five Minute Friday prompt is CHRISTMAS SWEATER.

I couldn't face looking for quotes, 'cause they'd likely come with pictures. So you get a poem instead. Sorry.

'Tis the season of the Sweater,

roused from where it had been sleeping,

an artform in which worse is better;

we don it and will soon be reaping 

our friends' aghast puzzled stares

that imply our marbles fled.

Why else a scene of polar bears

pulling Glam-Rock Santa's sled?

And what's with the LEDs

blinking where they shouldn't blink?

Their eyes implore, oh, pretty please,

did you even stop to think 

that now you've made me anxious, fretful,

that I won't find something more dreadful?

For some Glam-Rock Christmas cheer, here's Wizzard with I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day.

It's a really sweet and charming song and video. I hope you'll give it a try.

Sylvia had a Christmas Sweater. She shredded it.

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Five Minute Friday: TURKEY

 

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is TURKEY.

Barb was sick today, so instead of hunting down TURKEY quotes, I wrote a sonnet instead. I know, I promised quotes...and no poems.

Also trashed one eye, and it is kinda hard to be reading a screen.

I won't have a turkey cooking,

eating critters don't go here.

Rather for my meal we're looking

at a pizza and some beer,

and somewhere there is a turkey 

who will trot all wild and free.

He wasn't shipped to Albuquerque 

to make a Pilgrim meal for  me.

I am sick of all the killing

that makes this fallen world go 'round,

so I really am quite willing 

to eat soybeans by the pound

and maybe to fulfill  my goal

to save a little of my soul.

So...have a fun freewrite about the bird, the dinner, the country, or my particular favourite, the Grumm TBF Avenger torpedo bomber...also known as, wait for it...the Turkey.

The video below shows a TBM (General Motors' license-built version) going through engine start, wing unfolding (a little over halfway through the three-minute video) and takeoff).

Sylvia will gladly eat whatever leftover turkey Barb brings home from the church luncheon.

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