• Oct. 20, 2007
My Poetic Side
Hello out there!!!
Well, as long as I can remember, I've had a weird flare for writing weird poetry. I admit, some of it was awful, and scary. Which is why I tore it out of my booklet. ;) In any case, I did save some of my old stuff, and I've written some new stuff. I can't say I understand it all, or that I expect it to all make sense to you, or that it is in any way very good, but I thought I would share it with you, so you get a bit of a feel for what goes on inside my head. :)
These are from before 2002:
Spring
Spring is coming!
I can feel it in the air,
Spring is coming!
I see some springtime over there.
Spring is coming!
The bells so clearly ring,
“Spring is coming!”
It just makes me want to sing!
Spring is here!
Oh the sun is shining brightly.
Spring is here!
I do feel like dancing lightly!
Spring is here!
No more winter sleet and snow,
Spring is here!
The flowers, how they grow!
Spring is gone!
But do not shed a tear.
Spring is gone!
But Sumer’s drawing near.
Spring is gone!
But flowers, do not weep,
Spring is gone!
Your memories I shall keep!
(I was probably 9-ish when I wrote that.)
Pity
Faces,
Wandering.
Wondering.
Forever.
Hearts,
Unknowing.
Unforgiving.
Forever.
Why?
Unknown.
Unwelcome.
Forever.
Lives,
Lost.
Useless.
Forever.
God,
All-knowing.
All loving.
Forever
(I was probably also 9 or 10-ish here)
Stubborn
You talk,
but do not act.
You cry,
but cannot mourn.
You look,
but pass me by.
You want,
but will not ask.
You live,
and you will die.
(I like that one, and think it is one of my better ones of all time!)
Forgiveness
A man came walking by me,
all dressed in clean white robes.
He called me by my name,
I did not answer.
Someone tried to love me,
care for me, caress.
They reached their hand to touch me,
I pulled away.
A woman tried to show me,
the answer to my faults.
She pointed them out gently,
I would not listen.
I lay wounded by the roadside,
the others passed me by.
they had tried, I’d not responded,
I cried in agony.
I was mournful, weak, and sorry,
God came to me and helped.
He comforted and loved.
God forgives.
(The truth in life, isn’t it?)
The Poem I Never Gave a Name To
A special friend arrives,
as I sit there at the door.
The wood steps feel so lonely,
I do not see my friend.
I wonder why I have
not seen as my pen flies
o’er and o’er.
My friend…is gone.
I look again, I see my friend,
but alas it’s a mirage.
No…sense is not for me.
I don’t get it.
(This is one of those REALLY WEIRD ones! I have no idea what frame of mind I was in, but I must have been about 10 at the time. We had wood steps at that house.)
These are just a few little random lines I’ve written when I felt out of sorts and confused. Not really poems, but they are in my poem notebook, so I’ll share them anyway.
‘Whenever my pen flies,
answers come fast,
and then I understand.
The reasons seem to reach me,
I want to know more,
Then it comes.
Quiet night.
Soft
Noise
words
gentle
love
sleep.’
‘Poems are useless,
Pens are so dull,
But the sound of an instrument
rings clear like a bell!’
These poems and thoughts have been written in the last 6 months.
Pure Friendship
Pure friendship,
Gift to not pass up.
Such kinship,
Oft’ hard, but don’t give up.
Though valleys quake,
Loud roar it makes,
the friends continue on.
Encouragement to one another,
from evening through past dawn.
Though we endure,
This friendship pure,
Leads us through good times too,
when every precious moment,
is filled with joy from you.
I count our special tie,
as a gift from God.
For though earth binds us night,
it’s Him that deserves laud.
I probably seem silly,
sometimes as on we run,
but you see, it’s really,
so nice to have sheer fun.
Especially when you’re around,
and can join along,
to make a giggly, happy sound,
or to sing a foolish song.
So now as we set for lightly,
let’s clasp each other tight.
Let’s watch the stars that winkle brightly,
and fix eyes on Christ’s might.
(I wrote this when Mariah was here visiting. It was amazing.)
Time and Life
If time could suddenly stand still
What would I do with what is left?
I might wait a while and pray,
let imagination stay.
Walking, talking, thinking,
My thoughts drift around now.
Emotions wander.
Though I should ponder,
What lies ahead.
Can’t think, at best.
Words fail me,
What I see,
Means more.
Clear door.
Light,
Life.
(Another weird one, it is kind of an exploration of the thoughts that none of us can put into words, and I think that is why it doesn’t seem to make sense. Language just doesn’t do those thoughts justice, but in order to share them, we have to try. Note the arrangement: The first two lines are 8 syllables, the third and fourth lines are 7 syllables, the fifth and sixth lines are 6 syllables, on down to two one syllable lines. Weird and wonderful.)
Abstracts
Some days are like moments,
some moments, like days.
Time still rolls, going on and on.
And my life seems an endless maze.
No, I know, those moments,
are as precious as years,
yet still the speed seems unfair,
and slowly drop tears.
But see, I’ve realized,
this time will never wait.
Don’t waste it on tears,
never let your heart hate.
Sometimes, though, I wonder,
Are tears really wrong?
If they were, why’d God create them?
No, they are no worse than a song.
I wish I truly understood,
all these miniscule abstracts,
I’m pretty sure it’s impossible,
All we fathom are true facts.
They all leave my head spinning,
drifting thoughts without end.
Confusion encircles every emotion.
To my pencil, these thoughts I send.
(This was one of those bleak, confused moments yesterday.)
A Dedicated Life
My words have been words of confusion,
Thoughts of great pondering I wrote.
My Saviour wasn’t my centre,
My Jesus wasn’t my hope.
I’m now quite sure He wants me to,
do something big for Him.
He wants my heart, my soul, my all,
To run away from sin.
My joy must be full, overflowing!
Acceptance of His love, my all.
I can trust in Him, perfect, all-knowing,
and onto my knees I will fall.
Father, God, forgive them
They know not what they do.
Your words mean so very much to me,
They’re so incredibly, wonderfully true!
So help me, Lord, to understand,
to win this battle of faith,
to lean heavily on your wisdom,
and run well this glorious race.
(I wrote this earlier today, after realizing that though we do have confused thoughts sometimes, our Jesus is there for us. I felt like God was talking to me yesterday afternoon, and I learned a lot. It made me want to be on fire for Him, and I feel he has something special for me to do. I can’t elaborate now, but I would appreciate it if you’d pray for me. Thanks!)
I have a few other poems, but I wrote them on the computer, not in my notebook, and my computer is ‘at the hospital’ right now, so you’ll just have to wait for ‘part 2’. Thanks for listening, and I hope you don’t think I’m too crazy!
May you have a beautiful weekend,
In Christ Alone!!!
Sheila
Comments
• Oct. 20, 2007
Impressive.
Posted by melarooski
Your poetry's astounding!
It makes me feel like bounding!
There, I'm afraid that's all you'll get from me today. ;-)
In your 'Abstracts' poem you spoke of tears and wondering if they were wrong. It reminded me of a song an elderly man sang to a friend of ours. It was just beautiful, talking about Jesus crying after the death of His friend Lazarus, and how a tear from the heart is beautiful. Or something like that. I think I'll try and find it.
Thanks for sharing your poems. They're lovely!
-Melanie
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• Oct. 20, 2007
Wow!
Posted by Mariah
Those are great Sheila! I love them! I am going to print out many of those and put them on my dresser.
I miss you,
Mariah
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• Oct. 21, 2007
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Posted by ednella
I love digging up poetry from bygone years and seeing how I've improved! The other day, a young friend was over, and she was reciting a poem she'd written for her friend, who was having a birthday. As I recall, the first couplet was "A good friend will not let you down./ Good friends don't let good friends drown." 'Twas quite funny!!
Keep working at the poetic flare! Have you ever tried using meter? It's very complicated, frustrating, and provoking at some times, but the result is usually smoothe and quite satisfying.
Love and hugs,
~Nella
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• Oct. 23, 2007
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Posted by Ebell1993
I love all those poems you wrote!! Very beautiful! I love writing poems and I plan to share them with my future family. I believe have posted some of them before on my blog.
Have a great day and God bless!
Love, Miss Elizabeth
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• Oct. 27, 2007
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Posted by Poetess
Oh i do so love poetic people! They are so rare to find....anyway! I like a great deal of your poems! I have written 110 poems and a million sayings, and i have learned one thing: If you really want a word in your poem-but it doesn't rhyme-use it anyway! It wont ruin the poem to have it not rhyme. Sacrifice the rhyme for the word! It helps make the poem better.... I like your blog a bunch! It is really pretty!
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