Hour 5

NURSING SCHOOL

I recently finished a nursing course
and I’m on my way to getting qualified.
Everything seems so exciting and scary.
Oh! the opportunities and experiences awaiting me.
I still can’t believe it
I AM ON THE OTHER SIDE.
The learning cultivated my curiosity and my intelligence.
The look of suffering on a patient’s face gave me the strength and courage
to experience difficult and uncomfortable feelings.
I toiled and worked hard
Many sleepless nights
With my anxiety and fears
Keeping me company.
But my sacrifices and resilience
Paved the way for my hard work
Hard work translated into results.
I tried, I failed, I got back up and dusted myself.
I am bettering myself for myself.
I am a better person than what I used to be.

 

People always said, you work very hard.
You are overdoing it.
I like the way you study.
I kept getting mixed comments
That’s all good and well.
I learned in those times
To stay true to myself
As I know myself better than anyone.
I didn’t just survive, I thrived
On the self encouragement my passion drew out of me
and resilience with which I get things done.

I learned to stand up for myself and look out for myself
never been a crowd pleaser
always took the hard way out.
That strengthened my character and made me ambitious.

Weather battered though I may be,
I am a warrior, I am strong, I am learning,
I am killing old versions of myself
that don’t serve a purpose in my future and my goals.
They cannot inhabit me anymore.

My strength and belief in myself hard carried me through.
I made it! I whisper to myself gleefully.

Just Like Grandma Used to Make (Hour Twelve, A Cinquain)

Just Like Grandma Used to Make

 

Bacon,

she thought, only

came in extra crispy,

short blackened bits that nearly broke

her teeth.

 

(A cinquain consists of five lines with a syllabic count of 2/4/6/8/2.)

14 / Redacted Poem

Redacted Poem

Three Days Grace (Hour Eleven, A Somonka Poem)

Three Days Grace

Son, I have watched you

grow from bouncing baby boy

to once and future

King. This proud poppa’s heart hurts.

Fear not; I’ll see you soon.

 

Tell me, Father, why

hast Thou forsaken me? I’ve

done as you asked. Please

don’t leave me, Daddy. Even three

days without You is too long.

 

(A somonka is composed of two tankas, written in two different voices, that carries a central theme of love. It doesn’t have to be romantic love; it can be brotherly, platonic, parental, etc. A tanka poem is made up of five lines with a syllabic count of 5/7/5/7/7. This poem was inspired by the hours just before Jesus Christ’s crucifixion.)

 

Hour 4 – Prompt hour 4

6 word poetry – Marriage

 

God is love, that’s why we are.

Hour 3

There isn’t enough of you to go around in this world
that is why you are you.
Unique,
individual,
bright
and beautiul.

Your essence lingers on
with those you interact with
long after you have gone.
everytime I hear your name
a fond smile creeps in the borders of my mouth.

The way you are
a burst of life and laughter
you are light and hope
and a ray of sunshine to many.

Your smile is infectious
your energy is so contagious
you light up the room with the tone of your voice.
And your choice of words.

Your embrace is so warming and comforting .
Like a blanket of hope
your hugs are amazing.
I miss you.
I wish you were here.

Hour 17…2023 On the Nature of Daylight

I too have heard this before as I am writing and as my lips explore lyrics unlike these that that whisper in my ears and bleed true sentiments unexplored that turn into soft melodies.

They are like tender kisses that quell my fears and ignite the flames of passion I hold inside.

A flame that will not be extinguished.

Calming the darkest of night.

A place where the kindest of dreams like precious seeds are planted in soil as rich as midnight.

Ninety-five percent of life is begat in quite of the night as plants seed and oceans bloom…away from the comfort of the light we all come to know and love.

The darkness to is life giving too.

The sun gives a gentle caress that gives the tiny hairs on my skin a chance to glow like a highlighted halo around me aura of gold.

I learned this year this birth year this spring and summer to see ones, including my own setbacks as, superpowers instead of frailties.

Calming breezes envelop and swallow the bee and spiders that surround my garden. I am in deep waters, and I am no longer afraid.

I am a heart that knows to the depth to fim or that it cannot spear souls on a journey greater than themself. I find meaning in a world withhold feeling and half my hear up tall.

Fine me healing regardless of place. I seek peas and drama I relinquish unless it is for the stage. When all good things come to an end I do not fret or have regret.

Anew I am refreshed. Different faces,time cannot erase.

I miss my father more than ever and my two uncles too and my aunt even though from another marriage once removed.

We are all equal in his eyes and I miss them all deeply.

It’s hard to imagine a world without them yet this is why we must proceed and move forward not every loving anyone less or more.

Just love.

Thats what I do.

I love you while you are alive, and I wish I could love you all the more here or not and so I will pour into me and those that I care for more and more each day.

13 / ChatGPT

[prompt: Describe your profession through a funny/humourous poem.]

 

ChatGPT

I

teach

writing

🙁

Heavenly Father (Hour Ten)

Heavenly Father

 

Heavenly Father, teach me how to pray

I can’t find the words, but I’ve so much to say

Thanks for salvation, for mercy, and grace

For sending the Savior to die in my place

Thanks for forgiveness, for love beyond measure

For each earthly blessing each heavenly treasure

 

Heavenly Father, bless each step I take

Lead me in righteousness for Your name’s sake

When I am restless, please help me be still

Guide me to glory, lead me in Your will

When times are troubled and Life has gone wrong

Let me speak of your goodness, let me praise you in song

 

Heavenly Father, lay hands on my life

Stay by side, through both joy and strife

When Satan attacks in the darkness of night

Let Your Word shine upon me, a beacon of light

When Life becomes tough, even though I’m to blame

Lord, help me remember to call on Your name.

Memories

Hour Five (This one shows up on my profile before the end of the marathon but for some reason doesn’t show up on my activity feed. Is strange. Here is the screenshot of the original posting. Not sure what I fouled up on in posting the original)

Memories tucked into
my breast pocket
left and close to my heart-
they flutter like eyelids
just waking from slumber-
fractured images
play upon the screen of thought
a remembrance and tribute
to a life once lived
by previous lives-
the ancestors of self
that passed away
by the alchemical chemicals
and compounded experience
of former selves in prior chapters.
I reach out and touch a few
Grazing my fingertips over their edges
flipping through the pages of my life.
Some slip through fingers like ribbon
while others catch themselves upon
the thread of emotion
and slice I to my skin.
The salt of tears cleansing the wounds.
Some are moonlit passages
bathed in shadows
that circumvent the present-
I lift the camera lens of my eyes
and snap another memory
like my fingers
as I mosey along maintaining
a rhythm of observation.
I tuck it in with the rest
sealing and stamping the edges in
minding where I come from
and just how far I’ve gone.
A moment of self that passes
then folded into memory.