Old And Dark

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Okay, so this poem is rediculously old hehe. I wrote this as a class project. Yes, it is very dark, but it was my teen years....c'mon.

Darkness

Darkness is a state
of which I am afraid.
And yet it seems so long
after all the time I've stayed.
It surrounds me like a circle,
a never ending twine.
To some it can encourage.
To some it can incline.
That it is even better,
but this I cannot see.
For the darkness that surrounds me,
will never set me free.
But then perhaps when it's my turn,
when all my time is gone.
All my fears inside I'll burn
and greet it like the dawn.

1:28 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
Simple thoughts from a simple mind.

Reedeming Grace


Redeeming Grace of light from thee
my precious, dearest Lord.
How often have I pondered thee,
in Heaven up above.
I know you live within my heart.
Your voice it speaks to me.
You've washed me clean,
and healed my pain.
You've truely set me free.
I'm covered in your rightousness,
clothed in purest love.
Redeeming Grace of light from thee,
my precious, Lord above.

War And Peace

1:23 AM Edit This 1 Comment »
Do you ever just feel battle weary? If you do, then you will know exactly where I am coming from here.

My War and Peace

When Shadows fall and darkness arrives,
I will seek the peace that slumber brings.
Like liquid clouds that blanket my eyes,
sleep has arrived.
Take me on my magic carpet
to a land that has no time;
where memories are sure to fade
and dreams come for those who wait.
Immerse my soul in the One who loves me,
safe until dawn, when he will awaken me
fresh and renewed.
Ready for battle,
eager for peace,
I await his command.
Resisting the enemy,
loving all others,
continuing the day,
I then long for rest,
knowing I am in his care once more.

Just A Little Walk With Thee

1:17 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
This poem reflects my walk with the Father. Boy do I require a great deal of reminding, reprimanding, and reflecting. Luckily, I also receive comfort, joy, and peace.

Brilliant

The stalks of flowers,
reaching as desperate arms seeking your love.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The balmy air and dew kissed ground.
The star filled nights.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The intricate snowflakes,
never two the same.
The white blanket to cover the earth.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The rustling of leaves.
The whisper of wind.
The colors of Autumn.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The tears that cry,
when loved ones die.
My heart that beats for you.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

My Nieces

1:14 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
Thoughts of my nieces.

Hannah and Katie

As if you were my own,
I treasure you.
Like precious jewels that sparkle and shine,
light reflectling, refracting, transparently
beautiful you are.
Such wonders youth holds for you.
Like branches reaching,
striving to grow far too quickly,
your progress amazes me.
Unlikened beauty,
rarely seen by mere mortals,
lovely you are.
Undeniebly blessed by the kisses
of thesweetest angels your rosy cheeks and fairest hair
are mere reminders of untold wealth.
Let not time diminish the wonder of all that is you.
Nor fear remove the glorious gift of health.
And I shall observe your transition,
although sad to see it happen too soon,
from afar.

Connor

1:11 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
Thoughts of my youngest.

Priceless

Such elemental beauty can be seen
glistening like the morning sunshine on the dew kissedground.
The azure glow of your eyes shimmers on
like the blue sky meeting the highest mountaintop.
Hazelnuts and acorns the color of your crown
cascading like waterfalls dreaming of one day reaching land.
Melodic and rhythmic the sounds that emanate
from chords like a glorious aria.
Nimble and purposeful your hands conduct
unknown symphonies yet to be heard.
Deliberate and graceful each step away
from the child within to the angelic creature youshall become.
I am blessed to witness such creation,
knowing the true artist's design is unflawed.

Kylie

1:07 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
Thoughts of my daughter.

Kylie

My likeness,
his too,
and yet unique,
that my dear is you.
Eyes that that dazzle,
twinkle and shine.
A smile so contageous,
deliberate and divine.
I held you that day,
so fragile and small.
My tears became a waterfall.
God's blessing,
daddy's girl,
my new baby,
your new world.
My heart so swollen,
my words so few.
My daughter it's true,
I love you,I do.

Remembering My Father

1:02 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
More thoughts of my father.

Remembering You

Those days that dwindled and dawdled into the sunsets
and passed too soon, were filled with you.
Has it been so long that I scarcely remember your face?
No, it is as vivid today as if etched in core of my being.
Must I be forced to search the crevices of my mind,
the cobwebs obscuring my view,
in order to recapture memories of the times we spent together?
How unfair that the shifting sands of time seek to erase
the fairest of such idyllic thoughts.
They shall never prevail,
for my thoughts of our time together will not be tainted.
My father, friend, teacher, and guide, fear not.
Instead, they shall forever be placed
on a pedestal in the beating drum that is my heart.

Shed Not A Tear

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SHED NOT A TEAR

Shed not a tear for me;
lest it trickle from your face
like the sweetest dew off the thinnest reed.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am like the stars that sparkle,
my time is gone but still I shine in the darkest sky.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am as the wind,
delicately flowing and moving on to where I need to be.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I have loved, been loved, and continue loving.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am dancing and twirling
as ribbons in a child's never to be tamed hair.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am smiling down upon and shedding a tear, for you.

And The Band Played On

12:51 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
The majority of my poetry comes from the loss of loved ones. This particular one deals with the loss of my father. Several of my poems are about him in some form or other as his death was one of the most profound experiences in my life aside from the health issues of my son.

AND THE BAND PLAYED ON

The parade of tears came down my street
like the waves of a roaring ocean.
Deep and deadly it crashed and roiled,
knocking about everyone in it's path.
But who could escape the clashing cymbals of sobs
or the rythmic drumming of a broken heart?
I was not inclined to be the "Conductor",
only an innocent bystander,
watching the parade pass by.
Yet the music of grief held me captive
and I led the way swinging and swaying
with the music of my misery.
And even as the end of my street drew near,
the band played on.

I'm Losing You

12:42 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
This expression, if you will, is my letter to my oldest son. I did not write it with the intention of him ever reading it, even if it were remotely possible. It is merely an outpouring of dispair that I was feeling after a physician's office visit.

I'm Losing You

Like the last sliver of daylight, I feel you slipping away. I close my fist to keep the sand from trickling between my fingers.

I'm Losing You

Oh God, please help me. I'm not ready to let you go. It's selfish and unfair I know to keep you tied and dependant on me, rather than allowing you the chance to move on.

The thought of losing you, although I would never have to worry for your care, is unbearable. Who would I then be? I have spent our time being thankful for all of it, even when I felt it just wasn't fair. My life has been about you, and who I am because of you. Without you, who and what am I?

It's not like I don't have others who need me or love me, but you have helped define me. It is you who have helped me recapture my relationship with God. It is you who have helped me learn what is truly important in life. And, it is you who have taught me that pain is bearable. But, I don't want to experience the pain that I know is inevitable.

I'm Losing You

I know in my heart that I will only lose you physically, that you will always be with me in my heart, but the ache I feel at the thought is overwhelming. My thoughts are always of you and for you. I am afraid that without you I will feel scared, cold and empty. It haunts my dreams of late. Sometimes the thought of losing you hurts so bad I cannot even pray. I can only think thoughts and hope in my soul He hears them.

I know you cannot read these words, nor would I want you to if you could. They would hurt you as well and I think make you fight all the harder to stay just to please me. These words are my release, my safe haven for fears and tears that should not be heard for fear of scaring or hurting others.

It's just my need to say and maybe someday accept,

I'm Losing You

What the heck am I doing?

12:32 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
Okay, so I just found out about this blogging stuff and figured I would set out to use it as a venue for my poetry and hopefully not embarrass myself too much. Yeah Right.

Most of my poetry is a form of personal therapy. And...it's free..woohoo! Yes, I realize and I am sure you will as well after reading it, that indeed...I still need therapy. But, like I said, it's free and it's beats meds.

I try not to fix gramatical errors in my poetry as I just let what I am feeling come out and if it doesn't necessarily rhyme well, mesh within itself, or even make sense...well so be it. It's mine and I don't always mesh or make sense so it should be expected.

Old And Dark

1:30 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
Okay, so this poem is rediculously old hehe. I wrote this as a class project. Yes, it is very dark, but it was my teen years....c'mon.

Darkness

Darkness is a state
of which I am afraid.
And yet it seems so long
after all the time I've stayed.
It surrounds me like a circle,
a never ending twine.
To some it can encourage.
To some it can incline.
That it is even better,
but this I cannot see.
For the darkness that surrounds me,
will never set me free.
But then perhaps when it's my turn,
when all my time is gone.
All my fears inside I'll burn
and greet it like the dawn.

1:28 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
Simple thoughts from a simple mind.

Reedeming Grace


Redeeming Grace of light from thee
my precious, dearest Lord.
How often have I pondered thee,
in Heaven up above.
I know you live within my heart.
Your voice it speaks to me.
You've washed me clean,
and healed my pain.
You've truely set me free.
I'm covered in your rightousness,
clothed in purest love.
Redeeming Grace of light from thee,
my precious, Lord above.

War And Peace

1:23 AM Edit This 1 Comment »
Do you ever just feel battle weary? If you do, then you will know exactly where I am coming from here.

My War and Peace

When Shadows fall and darkness arrives,
I will seek the peace that slumber brings.
Like liquid clouds that blanket my eyes,
sleep has arrived.
Take me on my magic carpet
to a land that has no time;
where memories are sure to fade
and dreams come for those who wait.
Immerse my soul in the One who loves me,
safe until dawn, when he will awaken me
fresh and renewed.
Ready for battle,
eager for peace,
I await his command.
Resisting the enemy,
loving all others,
continuing the day,
I then long for rest,
knowing I am in his care once more.

Just A Little Walk With Thee

1:17 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
This poem reflects my walk with the Father. Boy do I require a great deal of reminding, reprimanding, and reflecting. Luckily, I also receive comfort, joy, and peace.

Brilliant

The stalks of flowers,
reaching as desperate arms seeking your love.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The balmy air and dew kissed ground.
The star filled nights.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The intricate snowflakes,
never two the same.
The white blanket to cover the earth.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The rustling of leaves.
The whisper of wind.
The colors of Autumn.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

The tears that cry,
when loved ones die.
My heart that beats for you.

Oh! How brilliant your design.

My Nieces

1:14 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
Thoughts of my nieces.

Hannah and Katie

As if you were my own,
I treasure you.
Like precious jewels that sparkle and shine,
light reflectling, refracting, transparently
beautiful you are.
Such wonders youth holds for you.
Like branches reaching,
striving to grow far too quickly,
your progress amazes me.
Unlikened beauty,
rarely seen by mere mortals,
lovely you are.
Undeniebly blessed by the kisses
of thesweetest angels your rosy cheeks and fairest hair
are mere reminders of untold wealth.
Let not time diminish the wonder of all that is you.
Nor fear remove the glorious gift of health.
And I shall observe your transition,
although sad to see it happen too soon,
from afar.

Connor

1:11 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
Thoughts of my youngest.

Priceless

Such elemental beauty can be seen
glistening like the morning sunshine on the dew kissedground.
The azure glow of your eyes shimmers on
like the blue sky meeting the highest mountaintop.
Hazelnuts and acorns the color of your crown
cascading like waterfalls dreaming of one day reaching land.
Melodic and rhythmic the sounds that emanate
from chords like a glorious aria.
Nimble and purposeful your hands conduct
unknown symphonies yet to be heard.
Deliberate and graceful each step away
from the child within to the angelic creature youshall become.
I am blessed to witness such creation,
knowing the true artist's design is unflawed.

Kylie

1:07 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
Thoughts of my daughter.

Kylie

My likeness,
his too,
and yet unique,
that my dear is you.
Eyes that that dazzle,
twinkle and shine.
A smile so contageous,
deliberate and divine.
I held you that day,
so fragile and small.
My tears became a waterfall.
God's blessing,
daddy's girl,
my new baby,
your new world.
My heart so swollen,
my words so few.
My daughter it's true,
I love you,I do.

Remembering My Father

1:02 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
More thoughts of my father.

Remembering You

Those days that dwindled and dawdled into the sunsets
and passed too soon, were filled with you.
Has it been so long that I scarcely remember your face?
No, it is as vivid today as if etched in core of my being.
Must I be forced to search the crevices of my mind,
the cobwebs obscuring my view,
in order to recapture memories of the times we spent together?
How unfair that the shifting sands of time seek to erase
the fairest of such idyllic thoughts.
They shall never prevail,
for my thoughts of our time together will not be tainted.
My father, friend, teacher, and guide, fear not.
Instead, they shall forever be placed
on a pedestal in the beating drum that is my heart.

Shed Not A Tear

12:57 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
SHED NOT A TEAR

Shed not a tear for me;
lest it trickle from your face
like the sweetest dew off the thinnest reed.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am like the stars that sparkle,
my time is gone but still I shine in the darkest sky.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am as the wind,
delicately flowing and moving on to where I need to be.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I have loved, been loved, and continue loving.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am dancing and twirling
as ribbons in a child's never to be tamed hair.
Shed not a tear for me;
for I am smiling down upon and shedding a tear, for you.

And The Band Played On

12:51 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
The majority of my poetry comes from the loss of loved ones. This particular one deals with the loss of my father. Several of my poems are about him in some form or other as his death was one of the most profound experiences in my life aside from the health issues of my son.

AND THE BAND PLAYED ON

The parade of tears came down my street
like the waves of a roaring ocean.
Deep and deadly it crashed and roiled,
knocking about everyone in it's path.
But who could escape the clashing cymbals of sobs
or the rythmic drumming of a broken heart?
I was not inclined to be the "Conductor",
only an innocent bystander,
watching the parade pass by.
Yet the music of grief held me captive
and I led the way swinging and swaying
with the music of my misery.
And even as the end of my street drew near,
the band played on.

I'm Losing You

12:42 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
This expression, if you will, is my letter to my oldest son. I did not write it with the intention of him ever reading it, even if it were remotely possible. It is merely an outpouring of dispair that I was feeling after a physician's office visit.

I'm Losing You

Like the last sliver of daylight, I feel you slipping away. I close my fist to keep the sand from trickling between my fingers.

I'm Losing You

Oh God, please help me. I'm not ready to let you go. It's selfish and unfair I know to keep you tied and dependant on me, rather than allowing you the chance to move on.

The thought of losing you, although I would never have to worry for your care, is unbearable. Who would I then be? I have spent our time being thankful for all of it, even when I felt it just wasn't fair. My life has been about you, and who I am because of you. Without you, who and what am I?

It's not like I don't have others who need me or love me, but you have helped define me. It is you who have helped me recapture my relationship with God. It is you who have helped me learn what is truly important in life. And, it is you who have taught me that pain is bearable. But, I don't want to experience the pain that I know is inevitable.

I'm Losing You

I know in my heart that I will only lose you physically, that you will always be with me in my heart, but the ache I feel at the thought is overwhelming. My thoughts are always of you and for you. I am afraid that without you I will feel scared, cold and empty. It haunts my dreams of late. Sometimes the thought of losing you hurts so bad I cannot even pray. I can only think thoughts and hope in my soul He hears them.

I know you cannot read these words, nor would I want you to if you could. They would hurt you as well and I think make you fight all the harder to stay just to please me. These words are my release, my safe haven for fears and tears that should not be heard for fear of scaring or hurting others.

It's just my need to say and maybe someday accept,

I'm Losing You

What the heck am I doing?

12:32 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
Okay, so I just found out about this blogging stuff and figured I would set out to use it as a venue for my poetry and hopefully not embarrass myself too much. Yeah Right.

Most of my poetry is a form of personal therapy. And...it's free..woohoo! Yes, I realize and I am sure you will as well after reading it, that indeed...I still need therapy. But, like I said, it's free and it's beats meds.

I try not to fix gramatical errors in my poetry as I just let what I am feeling come out and if it doesn't necessarily rhyme well, mesh within itself, or even make sense...well so be it. It's mine and I don't always mesh or make sense so it should be expected.