"When strapped for hope..." a Wordle Poem

When—strapped for hope—

your Soul fails to see the words behind calligraphy

When things of worth

seem bound to fall through the cracks

When the Cup of Salvation

tastes like tap water

Give thanks to the Lord

Call upon His name

Cry out to Him

For in the infinite space

He will raise the sun for you

And the Night will smile, her dark hair tinged with red

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

written for Wordle 361

Little Sparrow (quadrille acrostic)

Little sparrow in the tree, locking beady
Eyes with me, tell me what you see I pray,
Are you scared? Why don’t you stay? I’ll pretend I’m
Very small, teeny-tiny (aren’t we all?) We will hide from
Every foe… Little
Sparrow, please don’t go.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

written for dVerse 

Image credit: Pixabay

Peony Quadrille (poem)

What a peony bud told me when I told him he wouldn’t last past May

He nodded, “Be that as it may,

I’ll bloom my heart out come sweet May,

Then petal-light I’ll fall and flow

Where all spent hours and flowers go.

Yet till the end my fate I’ll tease

While days of May will past me breeze.”

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

a Quadrille written for dVerse

Sleep, baby, sleep... (poem)

Sleep, baby, sleep

I’ll wrap you in a cloud

and leave the moonlight on

night’s an enchanted land

where dreams abound

and sparkling fall upon

your half-sealed eyelids

sleep, my baby, sleep

the world is kind

all evil’s buried deep

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

written for Wordgathering 

Weekly Wikems. Storytelling.

Hi.
Thursday. Make it wikems time.

Wikems = Wikipedia poems. 

• Each Thursday (usually around 8a.m. Eastern) I post a link to a Wikipedia article, a quote from it and my wikem inspired by that quote.
• I invite you to explore the article, searching for a quote that clicks with you. (You are free to use "my" Wiki quote if it happens to be the one.)  
• Once you've found your quote, use it as an epigraph, write your wikem and post a link to it in the comments below.  (You are welcome to post your wikem directly in the comments if you prefer.)

 Let's play!

A very talented young woman Maria Popova and her essay on the importance of storytelling in the age of information and (lack of) wisdom led me to today's wiki prompt: 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Storytelling

Explore. Search. Find. Write.

Here's my wikem.

“People have used the carved trunks of living trees and ephemeral media (such as sand and leaves) to record stories in pictures or with writing.”

we draw our stories

on the ephemeral sand

ebony of space

we record ourselves

on the carved trunks of birch trees

ivory of clouds

we imprint our song

on the world filled with echoes

parchment of all time 

Thank you for reading. Look forward to your wikems.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")

A short tale in haiku (prompted by Wordgathering)

he never quite knew

what he did when he gave her

that pair of small wings

he used to keep them

in an old box always locked

until she came by

he thought they would match

the clothes she wore the color

of asphalt and clouds

she claimed those wings no

they claimed her as soon as she

put them on they grew

he tried to cut them

like her hair they grew longer 

they tore her apart

she never quite knew

if she was crucified or

flying perhaps both

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. “Happy”)

Written for Poem Tryouts

Image credit:  indgoblue’s tumblr site 

2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 28

I'm continuing my haiku story based on Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day prompts.

"Settled" is today's prompt.

Twenty eight days, twenty eight haiku. 



beyond the welkin

a sleepy angel awakes

off to work wings brushed

the commute is quick
one giant leap for mankind
for angel one step 

the task is simple
persuade men to be happy
that's what angels do

since the creation
happiness has been men's foe
men prefer ruin 

men long for passion
harmony unsettles them
men would rather burn

men inhale cities
drink beneath the rural moon
on the airplane wings 

ever amateur
created in God's image
hopelessly human 

torment their lovers
dance themselves to destruction
ever lonely men 

finding no refuge
men cry when they see the Pope
vagabond pilgrims 

empires rise and fall
look back foresee the future
humans do not change 

men bend their beliefs
divide sex and sentiment
still believe in love 

strolls through central park
wild quarrels starting over 
beautiful and damned

men battle their beasts
walk along the precipice
all the sad young men

if i were God i
dancers and storytellers
always reasoning 

love is all there is
still men crave bitter in sweet
never satisfied

men beat on borne back
ceaselessly into the past
silent tombstones speak 

lost generation
paradigmatic writings
jazz age any age 

winter dreams wear off
the prickly dust of late spring
freshness of lilacs 

pink floating dresses
pink babies in pink bonnets
it all starts anew 

a tight fellowship
flappers and philosophers
a curious case 

men tamper with faith
yet at the end of the day
all want to come home 

men want to repent
quit the Godless dirty games
men want to be loved 

life crackles like ice
on this side of paradise
faith is difficult 

tell it to the One
He advocates for all men
He knows about faith 

when everything fails
when Babylon walls crumple
He will raise you up 

when your soul is dry
when you walk in wilderness
He will quench your thirst 

when the evil strikes
amidst your Armageddon
He will stand by you 

put your trust in Him
you have found peace search no more
He will not fail you



To be continued tomorrow...

Sasha A. Palmer

2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 27

I'm continuing my haiku story based on Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day prompts.

"Monster" is today's prompt.

Twenty seven days, twenty seven haiku. 



beyond the welkin

a sleepy angel awakes

off to work wings brushed

the commute is quick
one giant leap for mankind
for angel one step 

the task is simple
persuade men to be happy
that's what angels do

since the creation
happiness has been men's foe
men prefer ruin 

men long for passion
harmony unsettles them
men would rather burn

men inhale cities
drink beneath the rural moon
on the airplane wings 

ever amateur
created in God's image
hopelessly human 

torment their lovers
dance themselves to destruction
ever lonely men 

finding no refuge
men cry when they see the Pope
vagabond pilgrims 

empires rise and fall
look back foresee the future
humans do not change 

men bend their beliefs
divide sex and sentiment
still believe in love 

strolls through central park
wild quarrels starting over 
beautiful and damned

men battle their beasts
walk along the precipice
all the sad young men

if i were God i
dancers and storytellers
always reasoning 

love is all there is
still men crave bitter in sweet
never satisfied

men beat on borne back
ceaselessly into the past
silent tombstones speak 

lost generation
paradigmatic writings
jazz age any age 

winter dreams wear off
the prickly dust of late spring
freshness of lilacs 

pink floating dresses
pink babies in pink bonnets
it all starts anew 

a tight fellowship
flappers and philosophers
a curious case 

men tamper with faith
yet at the end of the day
all want to come home 

men want to repent
quit the Godless dirty games
men want to be loved 

life crackles like ice
on this side of paradise
faith is difficult 

tell it to the One
He advocates for all men
He knows about faith 

when everything fails
when Babylon walls crumple
He will raise you up 

when your soul is dry
when you walk in wilderness
He will quench your thirst 

when the evil strikes
amidst your Armageddon
He will stand by you



To be continued tomorrow...

Sasha A. Palmer

2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 26

I'm continuing my haiku story based on Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day prompts.

"Water" is today's prompt.

Twenty six days, twenty six haiku. 



beyond the welkin

a sleepy angel awakes

off to work wings brushed

the commute is quick
one giant leap for mankind
for angel one step 

the task is simple
persuade men to be happy
that's what angels do

since the creation
happiness has been men's foe
men prefer ruin 

men long for passion
harmony unsettles them
men would rather burn

men inhale cities
drink beneath the rural moon
on the airplane wings 

ever amateur
created in God's image
hopelessly human 

torment their lovers
dance themselves to destruction
ever lonely men 

finding no refuge
men cry when they see the Pope
vagabond pilgrims 

empires rise and fall
look back foresee the future
humans do not change 

men bend their beliefs
divide sex and sentiment
still believe in love 

strolls through central park
wild quarrels starting over 
beautiful and damned

men battle their beasts
walk along the precipice
all the sad young men

if i were God i
dancers and storytellers
always reasoning 

love is all there is
still men crave bitter in sweet
never satisfied

men beat on borne back
ceaselessly into the past
silent tombstones speak 

lost generation
paradigmatic writings
jazz age any age 

winter dreams wear off
the prickly dust of late spring
freshness of lilacs 

pink floating dresses
pink babies in pink bonnets
it all starts anew 

a tight fellowship
flappers and philosophers
a curious case 

men tamper with faith
yet at the end of the day
all want to come home 

men want to repent
quit the Godless dirty games
men want to be loved 

life crackles like ice
on this side of paradise
faith is difficult 

tell it to the One
He advocates for all men
He knows about faith 

when everything fails
when Babylon walls crumple
He will raise you up 

when your soul is dry
when you walk in wilderness
He will quench your thirst



To be continued tomorrow...

Sasha A. Palmer

2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 25

I'm continuing my haiku story based on Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day prompts.

"The last straw" is today's prompt.

Twenty five days, twenty five haiku. 



beyond the welkin

a sleepy angel awakes

off to work wings brushed

the commute is quick
one giant leap for mankind
for angel one step 

the task is simple
persuade men to be happy
that's what angels do

since the creation
happiness has been men's foe
men prefer ruin 

men long for passion
harmony unsettles them
men would rather burn

men inhale cities
drink beneath the rural moon
on the airplane wings 

ever amateur
created in God's image
hopelessly human 

torment their lovers
dance themselves to destruction
ever lonely men 

finding no refuge
men cry when they see the Pope
vagabond pilgrims 

empires rise and fall
look back foresee the future
humans do not change 

men bend their beliefs
divide sex and sentiment
still believe in love 

strolls through central park
wild quarrels starting over 
beautiful and damned

men battle their beasts
walk along the precipice
all the sad young men

if i were God i
dancers and storytellers
always reasoning 

love is all there is
still men crave bitter in sweet
never satisfied

men beat on borne back
ceaselessly into the past
silent tombstones speak 

lost generation
paradigmatic writings
jazz age any age 

winter dreams wear off
the prickly dust of late spring
freshness of lilacs 

pink floating dresses
pink babies in pink bonnets
it all starts anew 

a tight fellowship
flappers and philosophers
a curious case 

men tamper with faith
yet at the end of the day
all want to come home 

men want to repent
quit the Godless dirty games
men want to be loved 

life crackles like ice
on this side of paradise
faith is difficult 

tell it to the One
He advocates for all men
He knows about faith 

when everything fails
when Babylon walls crumple
He will raise you up



To be continued tomorrow...

Sasha A. Palmer