God is So Good! ~ #poetry of #faith #truestory

24 Sunday Feb 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in My Thoughts, Poetry

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It started out a quite dreary day
The weather was misbehaving
Seems poor Swifty was feeling it, too
Still, out in the rain, she’d be braving

She went a few feet, on top of the tar
But something just didn’t seem right
There was a clunk from her front end
Then on popped that dashboard light

The little thing that shows a tire
When the air inside has gone down
So much for adventures in Walmart
This made Swifty’s owners frown

Turning around for the station
Swifty kept up a steady pace
Waited for Neil to fill’er up
The station was a busy place

The light on the dashboard was steady
Yet, the gauge said the air was thirty-two
Maybe the problem was more than that
Neil and Dorinda weren’t sure what to do

Deciding to head up the highway
Swifty felt fine and was strong
The light on the dash was still glowing
Yet, Swifty was moving along

Her first stop would be Joann’s fabrics
To pick up a notion for fixing some gear
Then they’d head off to Home Depot
But something did happen, oh dear!

The wheel was sputtering and shaking
Swifty was losing some control
Stopping to see what had gone wrong
Seems the air had escaped, as a whole!

The tire was flat, as flat as could be
There was nothing to do but park
Pull out the donut from the trunk
With a few unmentionable remarks

Grab the jack and the lug wrench
If something else could go wrong, it did
Only half the jack was in its space
Poor Neil, started flipping his lid

So they dialed the kiddies, hoping for a save
But each was not able to help them
One had no car, the other was too far
Things were starting to look mighty grim

When out of nowhere, he was standing
A gentleman and his two sons
He held a jack from his own trunk
Pretty soon they had it all done

Neil tried to give him some cash
A thank you for saving the day
The gentleman replied,
“I’m a pastor, God simply has sent me this way”

He blessed us both before he left
Said he did what any man should
Next time you think He’s not watching
Look around, you’ll see, God is so Good!

A Note: I’m sure, by now, you’ve figured out Swifty is my husband’s car. She wound up with a flat tire, the jack was missing the main piece of the crank (we bought the car used), and this lovely man, Santos, and his family, stopped without hesitation, changed the tire, blessed us and were on their way. God truly is watching over. My faith has grown even stronger by this act of kindness. I also have the mass times for his church. You can bet I’ll be there to hear him preach! ❤

Stuck – #limerick #poetry

08 Friday Feb 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in limerick, Poems, Poetry

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It’s Friday and I’m feeling a bit silly. Though traditional limericks are often quite lewd & dirty, I decided this was dirty enough for me 😉

I once knew a guy, down on his luck

Whose feet got caught in mire and muck

Though he tried to break free

It was not meant to be

And so there he remained, rather stuck

Have a great weekend, everyone!!!! ❤

Sweet Little Thing ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

23 Sunday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in December Writing, Poems, Poetry

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She reeks of sugared candy, smells like a marshmallow

If she keeps this up, she’ll soon be looking sallow

Popping in the treats, savoring one after the other

She has to eat them quickly, not saving for her brother

Stacking them high, she would eat them all, two-fisted

This is where the tale, gets somewhat rather twisted

She couldn’t eat them, fast enough, so she’d hide them beneath

Her tongue, would hold a mountain full, and even in her teeth

But, she’d given it away, what was once her greatest disguise

Instead, it looked as if this would be, candy’s quick demise

For when she tried to smile, her teeth were stuck together

And so this ends the sweetness, of a little girl named Heather

December Writing Prompt – She reeked of sugary sweets and her teeth gave away her disguise – Day 23/31

Wilted White Whiskers – #NovemberWriting #poetry

27 Tuesday Nov 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in November Writing, Poetry

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Santa gets tired, dodging fire
That burns in the fireplace, below
All decked out in his fleece
And a little goose grease
Down the chimney he’d slide, like a pro

Feeling the heat, from under his feet
He tried very carefully, you know
To avoid all the flames
Without cursing your name
Little children might hear him, ut oh!

Once he found the tree, quite merrily
He would stack the toys, not a sound
Did he make as he swayed
To the music they played
This house, his most favorite, around

Up the chimney, jumpin’ jiminy!
Halfway, the poor man became tilted
The fire, now roaring
Dear Santa, imploring
“Even my white whiskers have wilted!”

So please, remember, this December
To make sure that your chimney is cold
He’ll be happier, see
As he calls to you and me
“Merry Christmas, to all, young and old!”