Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Within Each Sip” #amwriting #poetry #3Lintales 

Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3Line Tales Week 50! Wow!!đŸ·đŸŽˆđŸŽ†


Credit: Annie Spratt


Table set, wild flowers leaning, 

Feast begins uproariously

Wine overflows, company fully tipsy. 


Each person provided placecard, seating —

Sumptuous meal with —

Strangers, bellies full; dessert eaten slowly. 


No thoughts, host is devious;

Poison downed easily

Eternal slumber within each sip. 


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Poem: Free Verse – “Young and Beautiful” #music #poetry #amwriting 

Credit: Chemo Madoz –


“Young and Beautiful” – Lana Del Rey 


Such a wish have humans, 

For the fountain of youth. 

Retaining our vivacity, 
Twenty-something good-looks. 

To maintain an image of fresh faces, 

Yet carry the wisdom age gains. 

I think if we knew anything, 

We’d know it’s a curse to be young forever. 

For all such wisdom acquired in life, 

There’s a price to be paid. 

Experience taught and it —

Marked us with age spots, 

With wrinkles and scars, 

With under eye circles, 

Nightmares and inner trauma. 

Journeying through life we learned

 Our lesson, or perhaps we haven’t yet? 

When we are young, 

We are carefree and full of vigor. 

Not thoughtful in how we think or react,

No maturity, no flash of pain;

The liberty of youth suits the young. 

But to be a man or woman-child with —

The eyes of our great-grandparents,

Bearing several lifetimes of burdens;

I think, for a mere human, 

Would be too much grief to bear. 

For the older we become, 

We learn from birth we’re dying. 

Life is a quest and it’s meant to end

We’re meant for the heavens, 

Free of our lifetime of issues

Emotional, psychological, and physical decay, 

The exhaustion of life. 

The old realize when their time is coming —

That it is right. 

A lifetime of sorrows, to have so many years,

Would break a soul completely;

Nevermind a physical body. 

That’s why the young are beautiful,

Life hasn’t wounded them. 

They are too ignorant to see — 

Life isn’t meant on earth to be eternity —

The light shining to restore body, soul, and mind, 

In heaven shines for all,  

In timelessness we will be young,

All of us appearing how we ought;

No imperfections, 

Perfect creations.

Handling both knowledge and beauty,

Eloquent and graceful;

Gods children thankful

And only those who die young,

When life is torn by accident

By atrocity and ill health, 

(And the aged)

Understand this concept. 

As their grandparents did or do, 

Only the ill and dying, have vantage of this, 

Life is so frail;

A wisp of a veil torn, 

We’re all too busy living to see. 


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#OctPoWriMo – Day 30/31 – Senryu – “Eternity for Real” #amwriting #poetry #religion #christianity #faith

Day 31 Prompt: Eternal

“When I think of eternal, I think there isn’t much that is eternal, at least not on this earth. When I wrote this prompt, I believe I was thinking how even though OctPoWriMo is coming to an end, our words are forever – what we wrote during this month and beyond. What does eternal mean to you?” 

“Truly, truly, I say to you, he who hears My word, and believes Him who sent Me, has eternal life, and does not come into judgment, but has passed out of death into life.” –John 5:24



Time on earth is done, 
When my body is only, 
An Empty vessel. 


Then shall eternity —

Begin; time will not matter. 

For all those gone on. 


Time on earth, linear, 

Comprehend forever, 

It’s hard imagining.


What forever is, 

What it looks like and feels like, 

Who the maker is? 


Death is frightening, 

Even in sleep, will it hurt? 

Where does our soul go? 


This is why I think, 

Believing in God is wise, 

We can worry less.


Perhaps worry not —

At all; because we know what —

The otherside will bring.


Many say we’re wrong, 

There’s no heaven, there’s no hell.

I learned fear of God.


Not that we should be —

Afraid of benevolent —

King; but his word speaks. 


Gives us hope for life, 

Eternal in Jesus dying for —

Everything done wrong.


We’re not perfect and —

We never will be, we can’t 

Keep the Ten Commandments. 


Fulfilling God’s law, 

Impossible to achieve, 

So he sent Jesus.


He hung on a cross, 

Cruxifician painful, bled. 

He died went to Hell.


Defeated devil, 

Defeated death and the grave, 

So with him remain.


When our death comes there —

Is no sting, because those who —

Have faith, believe — live.


That is eternity, 

Heaven with God, better than —

Our wildest dreams. 


Forgiveness of sin, 

Becoming perfect beings, 

Paradise for real. 


Thank you for following me for #OctPoWriMo. Sorry, I’m behind on my usual prompts! I will catch up and am following a new themed daily prompt for November. Stay tuned 🙂 


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