Blushing Leaves

Baydreamer ~ Lauren Scott

I am short in height
a little thick in middle
stress-free maintenance

every other month
dunk my roots in cool water
they’ll dance in delight

stodgy short stature
decked out in handsome fashion
sturdy in nature

I’m adorable
according to my owner
my leaves are blushing


This little guy was a gift and my first thought was “he’s adorable!” His Latin name is Ficus Ginseng, a young, indoor bonsai.
I’ve always loved bonsai but have never had one. Now, life is complete. 🙂
Hope you enjoyed these fun haiku.

Wishing you a wonderful weekend and thanks for stopping by! ❤️

© Lauren Scott, – All rights reserved.

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Christ’s Strength In Me ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

When I’m tuckered out,
when strength I need
to my Bible I go . . .
and these verses I read.

Through my faith in Christ,
I can do anything
for His strength to me
He promises to bring.

Whenever I am fearful,
I need not be afraid
for the Lord will keep me
from becoming dismayed.

When I am feeling faint,
as if I cannot go on
God offers me His strength
when mine is all but gone.

I can come to Jesus,
whenever I’m stressed
and with peaceful rest
I know I’ll be blessed.

Whenever I’m tuckered out,
the Lord strengthens my heart
allowing my hope in Him . . .
to come and do its part!


Philippians 4:13

I can do all things through Christ
which strengtheneth me.

Deuteronomy 31:6

Be strong and of a good courage, fear not,
nor be afraid of them: for the…

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With nothing to remember

House of Heart

At days end when the sun casts

a crimson glow across the horizon

the ocean is thick with salt and thesand

etched with patterns of anambivalent tide.

I am pared down to souvenirs

of swords and sighs

to coax alive the brightest stars

so you may find me once again in wind

furled sails.

The sea is a moon struck epiphany and

withthe slightest chance of finding you I

have castmy dreams to an incoming

storm as if there is nothing to remember

or forget.

Keine Erinnerung

An Tagen, die enden, indem die Sonne den Horizont
mit einem karmesinroten Leuchten überschüttet,
habe an dich gedacht.
Das Meer ist gesättigt von Salz und der
Sand ist übersäht von gebrochenen
Ich bin nur noch Dunkelheit und Licht.
Ich öffne unser Andenken, geschlossene Türen,
mit Schwertern und Seufzern,
die hellsten Sterne zu beleben;
so kannst du mich finden…

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God Of Promises ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

God of promises,
giver of all things good
help us to believe
in You as we should.

With all of our hearts,
our souls and our minds
all of Your promises
are ours to seek and find.

God of promises,
You said You’d never leave
those who unto You
strive to stay and cleave.

No height or depth,
can keep us apart
for Your love dwells
with in our hearts.

God of promises,
caretaker of our needs
the one who guarantees
heaven to those who heed!


Philippians 4.19

But my God shall supply all
your need according to his
riches in glory by Christ Jesus.

Romans 8.38-39

For I am persuaded, that neither death,
nor life, nor angels, nor principalities,
nor powers, nor things present,
nor things to come,

Nor height, nor depth,
nor any other creature,
shall be able to separate us
from the love of God,

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Boonsboro, Maryland

John Cowgill: Stories of the Railroad

Have you ever heard of the small town of Boonsboro in the U.S. state of Maryland? For a vast majority of you, the answer is no. There are many people who have lived their entire lives in the Washington D.C. metropolis who have never heard of the town of Boonsboro.

Some of you are saying, “Well, duh! That is because there is absolutely nothing significant to this town.”

Let us see. It is a town on the National Road, the first major roadway to run west. It is the home of Crystal Grottoes, one of the most naturally kept caverns in the nation. You have the Washington Monument. No, not the famous one in Washington D.C. This was also erected in honor of George Washington. The Appalachian Trail crosses the National Road on the east side of and passes through the Washington Monument State Park. By the way, to get…

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All Your Heart and Mind ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Sometimes it is hard,
for us to stand still
while we are waiting . . .
to know God’s will.

The mind does not get,
the reason for the delay
causing our hearts to fall
into a state of dismay.

Sometimes it is difficult,
for us God to hear
sometimes it seems
He’s far away not near.

The silence is deafening,
it’s seems like an abyss
it feels as if our prayers
are being dismissed.

Sometimes it is challenging,
when God we can’t find . . .
tis why we must seek Him
with all our heart and mind!


Psalm 83:1

Keep not thou silence,
O God: hold not thy peace,
and be not still, O God.

Jeremiah 29:13

And ye shall seek me,
and find me, when ye shall
search for me with
all your heart.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2023
Deborah Ann Belka

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Beyond Grateful

Peacock Poetry

At this time of year the mornings are such a treat. All of my senses feel open and alive and my soul tingles with gratitude. I wrote this poem recently in a moment of pure and utter gratitude for life.

Yours Faithfully ❤️

I don’t want to plough through life like a packhorse

grinning and bearing it all in the name of duty.

No, I don’t want to squander life. Bleating on about its unfairness like a spoiled and entitled little brat.

I really don’t wish to diminish life by apologising for the way it expresses through me or by uselessly comparing my experience of it to those around me.

I don’t want to dishonour it.

To doubt it.

Or to betray it.

I don’t want to trample all over life like a giant, injuring it with the selfish and destructive footprints of my ignorance.

I never want to arrogantly…

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