Archive for the ‘NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month)’ Tag

Having hope is easy…but faith? Well…

Hope is what I have,

Faith is what I strive to gain;

more of which I need


If you have come to my site looking for poems for the 30 day NaPoWriMo challenge of posting a poem a day, you can see this and all those posted under the month’s archive with the last and final one today, above. Most are newly written poems never before posted on my blog. Some are old poems written years ago, some published, but never posted here before this month. All of those posted for this 30 day challenge can be found under the category of the NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month). I have not used any of the optional prompts provided by their site, but instead my own ideas to write what I wanted to post for that day, so hope no one has been disappointed. As you have been able to tell by now, I have had a variety of all kinds, types and subjects including some fantasy, funny and whimsical.  🙂 Poetry is one of the genres I love to write, but it is not the only thing. I love writing fiction too, and soon will be back to posting some again. I hope you have enjoyed some poems I have posted here, but there are a whole lot more poems under the poetry and Haiku categories.  I celebrate today for several reasons. First off, it is my birthday today. Second, it is the last day of the poetry challenge and I kept up with it, posting each day in spite of the fact that I have had some serious health issues for several months and recently (yesterday) had arthroscopic surgery on my left knee to correct problems with it after having a total knee replacement a few years ago, so will take some days off to rest and recuperate.  Another reason to celebrate is that it is spring now, my favorite season and things are all turning green, flowers are in bloom, and much or most of our city here in Loveland has undergone and finished the repair and restoring of our roads, parks and river areas devastated by the terrible flood last fall here in Northern Colorado and the Front Range. Those are all happy and positive reasons for celebrating this day and this season. So, a Happy Spring to all out there. And, thank you all for reading, and for the positive comments, follows and likes on my posts and poetry.


Joyce E. Johnson  (2014)

A Frog Named Slime (Day 29 for the NaPoWriMo poetry challenge)

A Frog Named Slime

A frog named Slime covered in grime

Jumped in a pond to scrub himself clean,

 scrubbed so hard he washed off the green

“Look at me now! I can’t be seen,

looking too clean like a shriveled green bean.

“‘I look all shiny with all that sheen.

and won’t look like a frog if I’m not all green.”‘

So away he hopped to his puddle of grime

and happy was he the frog named Slime.


Joyce E. Johnson © (2014)

Nurturing what we plant

Like seeds planted and

nurtured, our fruit is known by

that which feeds our soul.


Joyce E. Johnson  (2014)

To seek…


To seek,

to find,

to nurture

the mind;

Still yet, I

yearn to learn


The above poem was published in the anthology book, Poems to Remember (Volume II) in the Spring of 1991 by The Southern Poetry Assoc., Pass Christian, MS.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Cain & Abel


CAIN & ABEL – The first recorded murder

He was but just a lamb fluffed in a coat of soft white wool.

While his shepherd watched with care the brother cried,

“Abel, you fool! Why do you dare?”

But, Abel bowed to God in prayer, then went to seek the lamb so fair.

Upon an altar laid the lamb, sacrificed to God, no questions asked.

Vowed to be faithful to the God he loved Abel carried on with all his tasks.

Off to the side of the hill upon an altar lay harvested crop.

As it burned, so did resentment, consumed with hatred, it would not stop.

Cain shouted, “Here God! Are you not satisfied?

Mine is just as well as the lamb that has died.”

In return to Cain, God replied,

“Love and honor are the fruits Abel doth bear.”

“Yours are of hatred and malice; the sins you wear.”

“They are the traits you possess instead.”

Jealous and bitter, Cain stalked after Abel.

Anger rose up within; now a brother lay dead.

A father was saddened. A mother knelt to weep,

for now her son’s soul does the Lord watch and keep.

God will not justify the taking of one’s life.

He could not tolerate Cain’s malice and strife.

If only Cain had obeyed then as he should,

but his meager sacrifice lay in vain.

Now he’d remember, forever he would

the brother once loved, the one he had slain.

God had to punish him, for what he’d done.

He sent Cain Away; from all, he would run.

But, God gave comfort to Eve for her grief, 

for in her heart, there was still belief.

And so brother against brother, 

hatred was born in this way.

Much the same is repeated to this day.


References to this true story can be found in Genesis, chapter four of the Old Testament Bible. The poetic portrayal here of Cain & Abel is a poem I wrote back in 1990. It was published in the above poetry anthology, Warm Thoughts, produced by The American Arts Association in Gulfport, MS, and was the first of several published poems through the years.

Joyce E. Johnson © (Sept. 1990)

Poems published – a few of my ‘oldies’

Poems published

Poems by Joyce E. Johnson published in these books

The above books are anthologies that have some of my poems published. These books were produced years ago before e-books, Amazon and Createspace made it easy and affordable to publish and produce. Below is one of my short poems produced in the book,  POEMS TO REMEMBER II.

A Rainbow high

decorates the sky

Ribbons of pastel

colors set array;

’tis soon disappearing,

quietly exits,



Joyce E. Johnson (Spring/1991)





Surrendering (Flash Fiction poetry) for NaPoWriMo, day 24



By Joyce E. Johnson


Billowing clouds of ivory forming in the sky

Lift into the rising dawn, a glow cupped in praise.

Trees, tall and reverent shade the shallow space.

I walk, forcing every step

To give the earth my son, his grave.

Looking up, beseeching to heaven, I cry,

“Why God? Why did you take my baby, my child?”

He answered back.

“I know how you feel.”

“For, I once gave up mine, too. And I will watch over yours.”

“Let me take your sorrow, and I will give you joy.”

“I promise a tomorrow when there will be no more pain.”


Footnotes: The above book, Flash Fiction is a collection of 100 word short stories and poems written by fifty talented authors for this edition created and edited by Madison Woods, the original founder and creator of the Flash Fiction writers group known as, Friday Fictioneers now under the direction of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My flash fiction/poem, SURRENDERING is one of the fifty included in this book which can be found and purchased through All of my short stories under the ‘Flash Fiction’ category can be found under that heading or under, Friday Fictioneers, many of which are written in a free style poetic form.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)



There flew a big kite

There flew a kite so big and so high

it soared above the clouds in the sky

and carried by the winds high and low

a little dog hung on to the string below

passing airplanes and birds; all that could fly


it was such a strange peculiar sight

to see such a kite with a dog in flight

flying so high and flying right by

catching the attention of everyone’s eye

hanging on to the string with all of its might


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Coming alongside another

Sometimes those things we

have the most trouble with are

things that test our faith,


to be the person

God wants us to become and

come alongside one


who struggles also

with the very same issue,

to grow together.


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Achieving the attainable

Failure may not be

easy for one to accept,

but can prepare one


to strive instead for

realistic attainable

goals within our reach.


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Happy Easter


The day might mean family, friends and fun,

egg hunts, bunnies, bonnets and ham

picnics, gardening, games and sun.

But whatever you do, whatever planned

Whatever your faith, wherever you reign

I wish you a happy Easter day

Where might that be, by whatever name

Gladness and joy, peace and safety,

A thankful heart and prosperity, the same


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

If I could catch a sunbeam


If I could catch a sunbeam

I’d keep it in a jar

 and save it for the times

when cloudy skies or rain would fall

 and threaten to spoil my plans that day.

I’d open up the jar

and watch my sunbeam spread its warmth,

its golden rays and magical waves sweep across the sky

and everyone would wonder,

“From where did the sunshine come”?

I would then reply, “It’s just a bit of magic

I kept in a jar.” 🙂


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Our life is a journey

On The Road of Life

Along life’s journey

we meet new travelers who

make it all worth while


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Bound between two covers

old Mannhalter pictures and Bible 015

A book is read for

what is found on its pages

it’s not the story


that’s most important

or pictures that entertain

but the way it’s told


and the message gained

for on its pages are words

that change heart and soul


Notes:  I read that this week is National Library week so decided to use this poem and photo for the NaPoWriMo post for today. I love to read and have an extensive library of traditional print books in my collection of all genres and types and by many different authors. I am also fond of antique books and love collecting them. But, the ‘book’ in the photo above is actually my paternal grandfather’s German Bible. Although I have different translations of the Bible and concordances in my home it is the significance, sentimentality and the history of this old Bible that is special to me, but the ‘messages’ contained inside it I value most. The NIV (New International Version) Study Bible is my favorite translation and the one I prefer for reading and personal study.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

April rains and spring flowers (Day 15 of NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month)

April brings showers

The fresh scent of falling rain

And new spring flowers


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Manitou Springs (Day 14 of NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month)

That's me in front of the old Ute chief in old Manitou Springs, Colorado (Nov. 1969)

That’s me in front of the old Ute chief in Manitou Springs, Colorado (Nov. 1969)


His ghost stalks the town of Manitou Springs

where the Ute and Cheyenne came.

Little remains where much is new,

but the history and the name.

The trading post where goods were sold;

its pottery, blankets and crafts were

produced and made by the young and old.

They came for the water from the springs

filled with rich minerals found in the earth,

and all the benefits from which it brings.

Their tribal villages are all gone,

the ghostly past of a place grown old,

but the soul of the Manitou lives on.

The village grew and with it came change;

white men settled, houses were built,

roads were put in, and cars came to town.

Now the red stone chief bowing with clay pot,

pouring his water is no longer around,

and the springs have too gone dry.


Notes: Manitou Springs, Colorado is a historic town that sits just below Pikes Peak and merges with the city of Colorado Springs where I was born and raised. It was a favorite place back then in the fifties and sixties when tourists and local residents would visit, shop, and tour the Indian cliff dwellings where Indian tribes settled and lived. The Cave of the Winds, Garden of the Gods, Seven Falls and Pikes Peak are just a few of the popular tourists sites to see. The mineral water was also popular for its health benefits and also was very good used in beverages like Cool-aid and lemonade drinks which we made when I was younger and went to Manitou for the water. When I moved away from Colorado Springs and relocated Manitou Springs was still a favorite place to visit and see all the new changes, shops and tourist attractions, but the springs dried up and I missed the water whenever we went back to visit. Today, the town is still a main attraction, and its history and surroundings have been preserved.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

I look upon…

Overlooking the Mummy Range

Overlooking the Mummy Range, one of  the mountain  ranges in Rocky Mountain National Park,  I took this  photo in March, 2014 from  our mountain property, ‘Deer Crest’ in Glacier View Meadows, northwest of  Fort Collins, CO.

I look upon…

I look upon those mountains, high

The peaks beyond the Mummy Range

Where snow glistens under a bright blue sky

Where the air is cool, and the winds blow with song

Across the landscape’s rugged terrain

Through the forests’ trees standing strong

How majestic are those things I see:

They shout their thankfulness and glory;

I too turn my eyes towards thee.


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)


Morning Blue


Morning Blue

The sky, lit only by a silvery moon

spreads its dark blue across the dawn.

The quiet, cold shadows of the five–o-clock hour

hover on mounds of old dirty snow

pushed aside the asphalt lot.

Hearing no sounds but our padding steps,

speaking softly while all others sleep,

“It’s so peaceful, so serene.”

The moment is ours to own the scene,

to capture on film this beautiful sight.

Our stay here ending, its time to check out,

before a new storm comes with

blowing winds heading our way.

Swirling flakes rush at our car

frosting the windshield in blizzard white.

Leaving Grant Village we turn west,

then north from Yellowstone National Park.


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

We lived in a cute, little house

 We lived in a cute, little house,

Where too lived a cute, little mouse;

It was during my nap

When I heard the trap

That caught the toe of my spouse.


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Day 10 of NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) challenge

Donning gay boleros,

The men with bright sombreros,

Will deck the walls

Of the gaming halls,

And begin the night with faro.


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

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