Sunday, September 30, 2012

Some of my Poetry

After having a friend show me some of her work, decided to post my old poetry from when I was a teen or early 20s. Remember, some of these were written when I was in high school. :) I'd like to think that I've matured in my writing since then. Of course, it is still nice to look back and see where I've come from.

Question of Faith

Trying to see what was in his heart
Not knowing where to start
Love, life and laughter
Are these what really matter?
He asked me time and time again
This is how we began
I knew not how to respond
He wanted that special bond
Thinking through and taking a chance
I breathed in and told him yes

The simple solution

Jerk, jab and smack
All are convenient for a physical attack
But what about the emotional state
How does this contemplate?
In the soul all the hurt and torture
Keeping you from being pure
All these opposite forces
Violence, death cruelty and divorces
Just a few of much more
The inner body becomes sore
Silences are ready to shout
Searching for a sign of position
To change the current condition
Overflowing from above
One solution outstands all; LOVE

Dad

Your daughter cried today
But you’ll never know why
Your daughter got put in a game to play
But you’re not even there to say by
Your daughter got her grade card
But you’re not there to see it
Your daughter is trying very hard
But is she the only one who doesn’t quit
Your daughter has a birthday
But do you know how old she is
Your daughter doesn’t know what to say
But all you can do is break a promise
Your daughter is living to her full potential
But she sure wish her father was
Your daughter is very comical
But you haven’t been with her since she believed in Santa Claus
Your daughter wishes you were here
She wants to enjoy life with you
Your daughter is showing you very clear
This poem should give you a clue

A Changed World

A kiss of betrayal to the cheek
A greeting no one would seek
Taken to His courageous embrace
For the destiny He would face
Standing firm in brave silence
The future would hold his defense
He was told all His life what was coming
And kept pushing forward through the beating
The vision of love despite a crowd chant of crucifixion
Mockery unknown to His task of submission
Piercing thorns, nails and skin unrecognizable
He brought His blood and body to the table
Commitment held Him tightly to the cross
Determined to be the sacrifice for the lost
Through humbleness and greatness, He was Lord
Creating the day for a changed world

Sea, us, God

Shake me that I might stir for you
Talk to me that I might speak of you
Move me that I might walk in you
For it is you I long to pursue

The sea impacts the earth around
It as it washes upon the shore
A stone in the wide open blue
Moves ringed ripples more and more

The wind cascades waves of a 100
Shades of blue and green
A picture is painted so unique
It will never again be seen

Shake me that I might stir for you
Talk to me that I might speak of you
Move me that I might walk in you
For it is you I long to pursue

The life we live impacts the world around
As we choose to declare Him as Savior
He reaches from our hearts to every
Outer edge with his un-denying favor

The spirit whisks together several of
Our God given gifts and abilities
Fulfilling a space and position in
A picture of so many beauties 

Shake me that I might stir for you
Talk to me that I might speak of you
Move me that I might walk in you
For it is you I long to pursue

As if we were your created sea
We often need your movement
We need your spirit as a guide
So we can go as we are sent

And as the seas we come by
The tranquil waters shallow
Or through the depths so wide
Against the sun we will follow

So Near and Close

So near and close to my heart
All together touching each part
My guidance, Lord and Savior
It’s His will that I favor
Given life beyond compare
To lose Him I could not bare
There to answer every prayer
With His tender-loving care
To share his love and power
Is the mission so sweet and sour
I am here keeping the faith, staying bold
Until that day in Heaven, to walk streets of gold







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