Sunflower poetry: Poems [page four]
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Redheaded Rebel
They say all redheads have a terrible temper They say all redheads possess no soul They say all redheads sunburn easily They say all redheads can’t wear pink Redheads are now referred to as gingers Redheads are said to earn freckles for soul stealing Redheads are called day walkers Redheads are called many horrible names But I’m here to say that sometimes I get angry I’m here to say that I am not soulless I’m here to say yes, I need extra sunscreen I’m here to say that I’ll wear any color I want I’m a redhead not a ginger My freckles don’t represent stolen souls I am not a vampire who is out during the day I am not a carrot top or any other derogatory thing I refuse to stoop to the level of those who instigate I refuse to be a stereotype accepted by so many I’m not going to let someone else tell me what I am My hair color is not who I am I’m a rebel redhead and I blaze my own trail I’m a redheaded rebel who won’t conform I’m blessed with such a beautiful hair color I love it and would not want it any other way Red hair is a recessive gene So, it is the least likely to appear in a child Isn’t it great to have something so unique? I can claim my red hair and be proud of it I’ll never dye my hair for fear of my mother’s reaction Why would I want to ever change it? I get compliments on it a lot I take those kind words and use them to shut out negativity I’m a rebel redhead because I refuse to settle I’m a redheaded rebel because I love being me I’m a rebel redhead because I’m deaf to the hurtful words I’m a redheaded rebel and I love my hair |
Existence Questioned
Am I so small as to be considered nothing? Am I so average as to be considered mediocre? Am I so stupid as to be considered broken? Am I so annoying as to be considered a nuisance? Is my life worth anything more than nothing? Is my love worth anything more than nothing? Is my hope worth anything more than nothing? Is my faith worth anything more than nothing? Can my heart survive one more dagger? Can my soul bear one more betrayal? Can my mind take one more delusion? Can my body sustain one more break? Will I find a way to wait out the storm? Will I find a way to outsmart the enemy? Will I find a way to restore the peace? Will I find a way to renew the hope? How might I seek answers to my hurt? How might I seek answers to my pain? How might I seek answers to my doubt? How might I seek answers to my life? When will I gain back my faith? When will I gain back my strength? When will I gain back my map? When will I gain back my hope? Who can mend my burdened mind, Him? Who can mend my fractured soul, Him? Who can mend my doubtful heart, Him? Who can mend my tortured life, Him? What can I do to make myself believe He cares about me? What can I do to make myself believe He loves me? What can I do to make myself believe He’s never left me? What can I do to make myself believe He’s walking with me? God, I am so angry for so many reasons God, I am so tired of feeling alone God, I am so burdened with feeling betrayal God, I am so scared and lost without you I can’t feel safe without the presence of the Holy Spirit I can’t be brave without the armor of the Almighty God I can’t travel right path without the Way, the Truth, the Light I can’t be everything I’ve been created to be without all three |
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Through the Shattered Glass
Distorted is the world through glass that’s shattered Disgusting is the reflection in the mirror that’s cracked Divided is the heart seen through the eyes of a wounded soul -- Blank is the wall of white in the background of the silence Bright is the light keeping the seeing blinded in pain Broken is the movement of stillness inside the abused -- Deafening are the screams of the woman in prayer Destructive are the bridges forged in insecurity Demeaning are the scars branded on the faces of the gullible -- Bent are the wisps of hair outlining the faces of the damned Boisterous are the tears on the cheeks of a rejected love Bloody are the cuts running deep in the veins of the dying -- Dripping is the nightgown worn in loss of innocence Deceptive is the intoxication of the chill of the mist Delicate is the severing of truth in the lie of this world -- Beguiled is the scent of sweat on the brow of suffering Black is the day of the rising sun in the shadows of the moon Baffled is the genius by the murmurs of the insane -- Dazzled is the lonely by the lacking affection of time Degraded are the lusting in search of meaning Despoiled is the body in the blink of a lifetime -- Bitter is the joy in the picture of self-loathing Battered are the lips cracking dryly in the rain Bandaged are choruses strained in colanders of critics -- Detained is the mind of an emotionless meltdown Defined are the boundaries in spite of death Deserted is the work of an author in surrender |
Rise Dear Nation
I’ve got pride in my country and what it once stood for I’m thankful for the sorely won freedom I have But I despair at what we as a nation are now No longer are we a united home of the brave Instead we are questioning our leaders We are doubting every word we hear Social media has us fighting with friends and loved ones We can’t seem to face the fact that we messed up Why can’t we acknowledge our mistake and move on? I love my country and wouldn’t want to live anywhere else But I cannot stand by and not speak my mind I will not remain silent while our nation crumbles around us No more waiting for the rug to pull out from under me Our forefathers had a dream of a nation that could rise It could rise from the ashes of a war fought to gain freedom We can speak freely about anything and everything We can vote and be judged fairly and justly No more do we have to fear punishment for God-given rights Hope is on the horizon all you must do is aim for it Grasp the opportunity to be your own person Hold tight to a sense of individuality and sense of loyalty Make this nation what it was intended to be A place of hope and endless possibilities Stand tall all you Americans and hold your head high It’s time to march forward into a better tomorrow |
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A Carnation and A Number
She should be swinging at the park and jumping in the leaves Instead tears are streaming down her face as she hugs her knees She should be in a classroom saying ABCs and counting 123s Instead she’s pleading for her life, saying, “Let me go home please” Streaks of blue and red cascade the streets this solemn night Cops comb every inch of town the little girl nowhere in sight She should be having sweet dreams while sleeping in her own bed Instead she’s in a cold basement and not once has she been fed She should be held tight by her mom and protected by her dad Instead she’s been kidnapped by a man for something very bad Adjusting to the darkness which now completely engulfs her There’s a quiet noise to her left and right a whimper and a whisper Seven pairs of eyes meet hers as the shadow unfurls Including her the bad man has taken 8 innocent little girls She should be playing with her friends in the house in the backyard tree Instead she’s covered in dust and grime and her hair is knotted and messy The descent of boots loud on the stairs and creak of the basement door The bad man and his friends send fear and chill to her very core Soon their wrists and ankles have been chained and they’re forced into a line This young girl comforts the youngest of the 8 saying, “We’re gonna be fine” She should be sitting and praying at church in the front most pew Instead she’s lost and in big trouble of which she has no clue Each girl is undressed and redressed by scary and strange men A quick prayer quietly escapes her lips and then she says amen Now all 8 of them are clean and fit for their presentation And behind ear girl’s ear is placed a fresh carnation Now each girl has a number and are addressed as such While the big men with fat wallets and sick minds are longing for a touch These rich men will pay thousands for innocent little girls so fair Simply tiny trophies to be used and abused then tossed aside without care The last little girl who’s been reduced to a number, 8, Forced to climb up the platform steps and wait As the bidding begins she sets her jaw and holds her head high Determined not to give up and have a chance to live her life A shout echoes throughout the room saying, “Sold for ¼ of a $ million” Tension now smothers her and despite the heat, her heart is stilling Her jaw drops open, she can’t breathe and slumps to the ground The last glimmer of hope died when she knew she’d never be found She should be turning 10 in August with a birthday that was gonna be swell Instead she’s lying underground buried before last year’s snow fell They found her body in a muddy field covered in a ghostly white sheet Pale as porcelain with broken feet Someone else’s skin beneath her nails Branded with bruises and poorly healed scars, her lifeless form seemed frail Dressed in a weathered red slip tattered and torn Tis such a shame to lose such innocence with skin no longer warm The detective who discovered her knew she’d been kidnapped by a ring Now for the lost innocence of this girl only the angels sing |
Magnet to Ignition
There’s a place inside every one of us that we can’t define It’s indescribable, inexplainable, but ever so present There are times when we see something so raw Times when we see things fraught with God’s power It makes us feel so strongly that this place ignites A longing deep inside us, connected to our innermost core It’s faith, love, hope, and joy filled It’s pain, sorrow, shame and guilt-ridden One can’t explain how it feels, for no words can quite do it justice Unless you’ve felt it, you can’t understand it It’s just there. A magnet for feel-good faith ignition A magnet for God, for Jesus, for the Holy Spirit A magnet for the promise of a forever in peace We all, without knowing, gravitate towards these things Calling out these emotions inside us Seeking things that hit the hidden target This place takes your breath away This place makes your heart ache and hunger You feel devastated but curious A switch is flipped inside you No stopping till you grasp the thing you crave No words can describe it and no feelings can define it An unfathomable yet completely comprehensible thing Strangers in Love
You looked up from your paper eyes crystal blue And in turn I looked up eyes emerald green Time stood still with just you and I The world moved on and left us behind You broke contact first looking down And in turn I glanced away Can one morning be the same Though each day has something new It’s just I see you and you see me Something is there and I can feel it It may not make sense to anyone But I know that you feel it too Why must you sit so far away My heart is beating so loud I’m overcome with a sense of love Can you hear my heart call to you? Why do you get up and leave? Can’t you see I’m confessing this Why won’t you join me for tea Or could you at least tell me your name This morning is the same as each one before We meet eyes and both look away I’m soon done and then off to work I don’t know where you go I think as time has passed I understand Two people who know not each other And our short love story ends We were simply two strangers in love Dichotomy
Cry I will not for I care not Shed tears I shall for I care too much Scream I will not for I hear nothing Whisper I shall for I hear everything Laugh I will not for I lack joy Smile I shall for I lack woe Hate I will not for I fear ruin Love I shall for I fear loss Die I will not for I yearn to survive Fight I shall for I yearn to live |
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Broken Pieces
Broken pieces of my shattered heart Falling slowly, silently upon a hill of broken dreams Swirled up and carried away on a breeze Infinite specks I can chase but never catch Can a heart be rebuilt from scratch? Can a hole dark and deep created by absence Be filled with love once again Am I doomed to a life without knowing true love Doomed to a life without knowing true peace Broken heart of a broken girl Shattered heart of a shattered girl Broken dreams of a broken girl Empty hole of an empty girl Pieces carried away on a breeze No tenderness had my heart known No compassion had my heart felt No forgiveness had my heart received My heart was never consumed with passion My heart was never drowned with love My heart was never overcome with desire A broken woman with a broken heart A shattered woman with a shattered heart A broken woman with broken dreams An empty woman with an empty hole Pieces carried away on a breeze |
Mr. Sun and Miss Moon
Mr. Sun greets our sleepy seed filled eyes with a warm embrace Miss Moon greets our heavy eyelids with a cool embrace I Mr. Sun shall lead these people by day with radiant beams of light I Miss Moon shall guide these people by night with softer beams light For a little time, we shall share the sky, and both give our light away Then as day begins Miss Moon shall pass away as Mr. Sun bursts forth As night begins Mr. Sun slowly dies as Miss Moon rises from her slumber Tis such a curious thing indeed to die every day or night To have the gift of coming back to life the next day or night Such pleasure to be so powerful and yet so weak Miss Moon is gentle, kind, and compassionate Mr. Sun is warm, bright, and comfortable Bask in the rays of the noon sun warm and mild Relax in the shimmers of the midnight moon cool and crisp Jealousy has no place between Mr. Sun and Miss Moon Both heavenly lights know their place and purpose At sunrise Mr. Sun says goodnight to Miss Moon At sunset Miss moon says goodnight to Mr. Sun Each one takes their turn to rise and their turn to set So, shine on Mr. Sun and embrace us with your radiance And shine on Miss Moon and embrace us with your serenity Miss Moon and Mr. Sun partners, friends, and lovers Rising and falling, living and dying over and over Not really living because each time you die But never really dying because forever you will live |
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Pillowcase Canvases
Thousands of canvases adorn the walls of my mind Each bearing a different story of what I have lived through Colors imperfectly blended individually created Death is only dark colors with splashes of red Fear is only shades of violet squiggles Life is only a vision of sunrise to sunset Tis comforting that pillows catch our tears Tis inspiring that pillows soak in our dreams How fortunate they cannot disclose our secrets How fortunate they cannot divulge every fear These pillow case canvases tell stories of who I am Pillows drink up our whispered prayers Pillows contain our silent songs of hope Would you show your canvases to the world? Would you keep them hidden in a dusty attic? Would you reveal your canvases to family or friends? Would you keep them buried in a dusty cellar? Are you afraid no one will understand your stories Are you afraid they’ll get the translations wrong? Are you scared you’ll be hurt once people find out? Are you scared people won’t believe the color combinations? Let’s soak our canvases in water allowing colors to bleed Let’s wring out our canvases now altered narratives No one has a canvas that matches yours to the last detail Unless they become you they’ll never understand everything There’s so much to know about so many people Sitting in darkness I pull canvases off the walls in my head Studying each one til I’ve memorized every inch and every detail Then upon the walls in my mind I hang them back up one by one To be fully comfortable and confident with every part of me Never can I forget to memorize the good and the bad Have you read the stories of canvases on the walls of your mind? What secrets has your pillow kept hidden? What whispers of prayers has your pillow consumed What songs of hope has your pillow devoured What colors and tears make up your pillow case canvases Little Flower
Over yonder hill and stream lies a little flower Under a tree of ancient years thrives a blossom Wind crisp and cool gives courage to its growth Rain warm and wet gives sustenance to its cravings Earth dark and dense gives room to its expansion Little flower your life is short but never meaningless You breathe in what I breathe out and I breathe in what you breathe out Without you there’s no me and without me there’s no you So keep on fighting little flower for everything you want and need Now live and breathe as you deserve Then one day gracefully pass on as is your destiny |
Word to the Wise Dear Bully
Hey you there come over here There's something you need to hear You're a bully there I said it I just thought you should know I'm not surprised that you feign offense You're too high and mighty to admit it I've seen you push people out of your way I saw you step on people to get what you want You can pamper yourself and wear the latest style But honey you're ugly on the inside And you can never hide that nor deny that Whether you deny it or not makes no difference The truth is still the truth whether you like it or not I'm so glad I've finally said what's been on my mind I've wanted to tell you since I first saw you Who am I you ask well does it really matter There's nothing you or your sidekick bullies can do to hurt me Here's the thing I want to know what happened Something terrible must've happened to make you like this Evil isn't born but rather it's made So why are you a mean girl and why are you a bully Often people who hurt others are actually hurting themselves If I can help you I will but I wanted you to know The horrendous things you've done to everyone around you Aren't going to disappear and people won't easily forgive But I have faith that even the darkest of souls can find the light When I called you over here it was on a whim I didn't know exactly what I was going to say or how But the words just tumbled out of their own accord Miss Mean girl you are a bully But just remember you don't have to stay one I should know because I was once a mean girl and a bully too Somehow I went from ruler of the school to drooler of the school. I feel hard and I fell fast and I hit the bottom of the chain To be honest I like it down here better But I still miss the top and I hope that you will find a sweet spot in the middle There's always going to be someone better than you or smarter than you There's always going to be someone worse than you or less smart than you But it's not your job to put people into categories It's not your job to demean and torment It's your job to be a person who everyone can love and who you can look at in the mirror and love Some people are going to always hate Some people are always going to love Who are you going to be mean girl? You can go back to school and stay a bully forever Or you can ride the wave of growth and learning You'll find one leads to loneliness and the other to friendships. I hope that with my piece of wisdom I've kept you from making the same mistakes I did Wake up mean girl cause it's now or never Who you going to choose to be |
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Innermost Reflection
I look in the mirror every day to get a sense of what others see Who do I want to be as a person in my inner most self What do I want people to see when they look at me? How can I become the me, myself, and I that I want to be? Do I touch the lives of others with encouragement and love? Can I make a difference in someone else’s life through empathy? Do I wake in the morning excited for another day to do something good? How do I show my faith to those who have never tasted his love? Do people see Jesus when they look at me and when they talk to me? What must my soul endure to succeed in repairing the broken? What price can I pay to be a light to everyone who doesn’t know him? Am I worthy to be a follower and servant of God when I still sin? How can I build up the confidence of others when I lack a certain confidence myself? I look inside myself as deep as possible and search for that hidden spark. I find the spark comes with the desire to make a difference in this world. But what makes my spark special and makes it stand out from the crowd? Will I die and look back to see that my life didn’t have any impact? Will I be remembered for the things I did for others or for the things I did for myself? Everyday my thoughts race and I sift through hoping for an answer to these questions I cannot imagine a life lived without God and without hope that everything will be ok People who have never known any sort of love from anyone they’ve met Everyone deserves the gift of eternal life and the gift of everlasting love What can I do to show others how to forgive as God forgave us? I’ve come so far in my journey of faith and want to share it with the world I only hope that I make God proud each and every day that I’m given So, my innermost reflection I hope people see is the heart I have to give My innermost reflection is the accepting of my sins and repenting of my sins My innermost reflection is the promises I have made to bless others as I’ve been blessed What is your innermost reflection and what will you do to bring it to life? |
Sleep Personified
Sleep why do you evade me Like young love you slip from my grasp Like wind you dissolve in my hands Sleep why do you escape me Don’t be afraid of me sleep Don’t hide away in shadow Don’t shiver in the cold Don’t whimper in the dark Don’t run away from me sleep Envelope me with your peace Entrap me with your silence Enclose me with your serenity Carry me away to calmer waters Create a space for me to dream Calm my nerves and fears Comfort me in nightmares You seem to be a myth I cannot tell if you are real For when I am awake I sleep When I sleep I am awake |
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Where Were You God
Where was God when I was not being loved Where was God when she stopped my breathing Where was God when I was alone with her Where was God when I needed Him the most Why didn’t you stop her from hurting me? Why didn’t you save me from her suffocating hands? Why didn’t you rescue me when my lungs filled with water? Why didn’t you punish her for each and every time it happened? I don’t care that we all have free will if it means you won’t intervene I don’t care that she made a choice and had to go to prison I care that I’m the one still living with the results of the abuse I care that I’m the one still struggling with the trauma Where were you God when I had to be resuscitated Where were you God when the doctors had no clue Where were you God when she blocked the cameras Where were you God when I wasn’t breathing Did I do something to make you hate me enough to let me suffer Did I do something to disappoint you and incur your wrath Did I do something to make you ashamed and turn your face away Did I do something to hurt you to make you not even care What have you done to punish her for what she did to me What have you done to make up for failing me then What have you done to show me you love me What have you done to help me trust you again Where were you God when I cried myself to sleep Where were you God when they kept changing my meds Where were you God when I beat my family and pets Where were you God when I went to hospitals for treatment Where was God when I spiraled out of control in college Where was God when I befriended the wrong people Where was God when I engaged in inappropriate things Where was God when I gave up my virginity to a stranger How could you see all my sins and failures and not help me? How could you let me give myself over and over with the same outcome? How could you make me wait 23 years to face the repressed feelings of the trauma? How could you drop me in a maze and not give me a map or a compass? When I needed you, and prayed for your help why didn’t you answer When I asked you to forgive me for screwing up why did you turn away When I prayed for a second and a thousandth chance why didn’t I get it When I fell down and couldn’t get up why didn’t you carry me home I know I shouldn’t hate you but I’m just so angry I know I shouldn’t doubt you but I’m just so confused I know I shouldn’t despair but I’m just out of hope I know I shouldn’t resent you but I just can’t let it go Is it wrong God that I want you to earn my forgiveness Is it wrong God that I want you to explain your reasons Is it wrong God that I want you to love me unconditionally Is it wrong God that I want you to tell me where you were Where were you God when I almost died as an infant Where were you God when I hurt everyone, I love Where were you God when I turned my life around Where were you God when I hit rock bottom again and again Where are you God when I call on your name Where are you God when I lock my heart away Where are you God when I’m searching for you Where are you God because I need you daddy |
Wicked Emerald So Green
Some may die for diamonds Some may swoon at sapphires Some may riot for rubies But emeralds are the only thing for me Some may always have good intentions Some may temporarily succumb to hope Some may say evil is most powerful But wickedness is the only thing for me Being wicked has its upsides and advantages Being wicked has its downsides and disadvantages Green is such a glorious color especially envious green So emeralds go quite nicely with being wicked It’s true I may be green with envy But I think it looks good on me Wicked emeralds so shiny and green They are the finest jewels ever possessed The Silent Bird’s Song
I’m singing a song from the depths of my soul But its notes fade in the silence of this room Turns out the song is only inside me Yet to escape my lips which hold it captive I want to let it out and let it soar But I cannot bear to be mocked Shame is something I know well I am greatly saddened at my stunted voice Being told you can’t sing or shouldn’t Is one of the worst feelings ever When you’re told you aren’t good enough You are told it’s not worth the humiliation How much can a person bear before surrender? Why do I have to wave a white flag in retreat I know I’m good enough but others disagree Abstract Destruction
Broken bones half buried in desert sand Decaying carcasses rotting in boiling rays Piercing needles poised on driest trees Shimmering pictures branded in broken mirrors Cracking twigs tossed raggedly in tornadoes of dust Mangled serpents attacked by flying crystals Deadly poison soaking into fractures of the earth Scavenging vultures chewing on maggot filled corpses Destruction engulfs worlds surrounding each peon Abstract suffering through personification of things Forever losing nature’s design of surviving harshness Never-ending suffering through lack of everything Nebraska Life
Driving down back roads kicking up dust Heading west into a sunset greeting your eyes From the fields of corn green far as you can see To the farm of cows smelling of manure Peaceful flat lands and running streams Storms leaving dew drops on blades of grass Red and white show support of the Huskers Stars sparkle in rhythm and in glorious song Peace is found in darkness where eyes see everything Hope is found in the light where the heart is at home I call this place my haven where I am always safe Nebraska is my forever home no matter what |
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Warrior
God make me courageous like David God make me strong like Samson God make me moldable like Paul God make me a Warrior God make me wise like Solomon God make me devoted like Daniel God make me steadfast like Job God make me a Warrior God make me cunning like Jacob God make me faithful like Abraham God make me brave like Esther God make me a Warrior God make me loyal like Ruth God make me earnest like Mary God make me patient like Moses God make me a Warrior God make me enduring like Noah God make me bold like Elijah God make me humble like Joseph God make me a Warrior |
Gishwhes 2018—Commercial Jingle
Be prepared To get weird It’s game on Limitless fun Join a team Ready to scream Be loud Be proud Surprises round each corner No feeling like a loner Do something kind Prepare your mind It’s up to us Don’t make a fuss Loyalty to GISHWHES pledge Step off your complacent ledge We’ll show you how it’s done By the end in every way you’ve won |
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Anxiety of a Sunflower
Stems shivering in silencing rhythm Roots trembling in controlling anticipation Petals quivering in suppressing panic Leaves crumbling in consuming fear Snapping to the left scared of a baby bird Cracking to the right afraid of a tiny spider Shooting up to the sky scared of a baby mouse Crumbling down to the ground afraid of a tiny butterfly Rocking back and forth tears falling Whispering to and fro words of encouragement Swaying back and forth depression wounding a heart Leaning to and fro anxiety suffocating Then for a moment time stands still Hearing the change in the air it looks around Seeing for the first time that she’s not alone For as far as her eyes can see sunflowers stretch to the horizon No more crumbling down No more snapping left No more cracking right No more shooting up Hello fellow flowers with struggles of your own I’m so glad I’m home and have never been alone Taking time to walk in your roots instead of my own Has made me see we all struggle but as one big family |
Evil’s Sinister Seduction
Frolicking with the shadows in the mud pits of sin Drinking with the demons in the tar pits of evil Grinding with the monsters in the waterfalls of devilry Soaking with the devil in the hot springs of lust Wine cascading down the breasts of degraded women Sweat coating the bodies of drunken men in desire Honey sticking the juicy lips of heathens to evil thoughts Salt crackling among the flames of white hot passion Darkness begs me to give myself over to her Her sweet seductive verses deepen sinful longing Darkness begs me to surrender to desires of the flesh Her sweet seductive promises drawing me to such evil Forsaking my faith to wallow in sinful wealth Casting aside what I need in exchange for what I want Forsaking my purity of heart to bathe in sinful riches Casting aside the narrow path for the path wide open Life with the shadows of deceit strips away truth Life with the demons of lust strips away love Life with the monsters of fear strips away hope Life with the devil of condemnation strips away redemption |
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Deception of Reality
She’s gone for good He’s here to stay She’s sad and lost He’s happy and found She’s violent and scared He’s peaceful and brave She’s fighting and killing He’s calming and saving She’s his sinful sister He’s her faithful brother She’s crying in pain He’s laughing in relief She’s full of darkness He’s full of light She’s cursed with nightmares He’s blessed with dreams She’s imperfect but genuine He’s perfect but fake |
Depression
There’s a chain around my neck connected to a weight All around me darkness echoes and I can’t think straight Water trickles into my lungs I’m running out of air Sinking lower and deeper into silencing despair Robbed of all my senses not living just existing Any sense of relief my body violently resisting Surrender inevitably nearing as the minutes pass Liquid inside me now turning into shards of glass Numbness has overtaken me no thoughts emerge Just a tiny speck in an entirely indifferent universe Alone in the depths of the deepest ocean Paralysis restricting any semblance of motion This masquerade is created from deception and lies A dam holding back crushing wait of my demise Even if you look hard you won’t ever see This darkness and depression squashing me Dizziness overtakes me my head is reeling That’s how it goes with this deadly feeling |
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Gishwhes 2018 – Historical Poem
Pax Romana from 27 BCE to 180 AD Over 200 years of peace and minimal military Life of Jesus back in 2010 A.D. Yes He lived and died so proven even scientifically Life of Muhammad from 570 to 630 Tribes joined through bloodshed providing stability Renaissance from 1300 to 1600 Ignorance pushed aside flourishing curiosity and wonder Gutenberg Printing Press in 1440 Knowledge at their fingertips and each their own copy Reformation from 1517 to 1648 Are you Catholic or Protestant go ahead we’ll wait American Revolution from 1775 to 1783 King George is sucker it’s called democracy World War 1 from 1914 to 1918 Resentment unchecked leading to consequences unforeseen World War 2 from 1939 to 1945 Our world by lack of innocence now defined Destruction of the Berlin wall in 1989 Say goodbye to communism on this side of the line I’m Waiting
I’m waiting for a sign I’m waiting for a whisper I’m waiting for a hope I’m waiting for a chance What is it that you ask of me What is it that you need me to do What is it that you have planned for me What is it that you have given me I’m waiting on you oh God I’m waiting on you oh Lord I’m waiting on you oh Spirit I’m waiting on you Three in one Because I Knew You
Because I knew you I learned how to fly Because I knew you I learned not to cry Because I knew you I understood my pain Because I knew you I understood my faith Because I knew you I found my hope Because I knew you I found my peace Because I knew you I decided to forgive Because I knew you I decided to love Because I knew you I fought my demons Because I knew you I fought my temptations Because I knew you I saw the light Because I knew you I saw the dark Because I knew you I changed my direction Because I knew you I changed my heart Because I knew you I surrendered to Christ Because I knew you I surrendered to God |
I’m Not Her
Please hear me when I speak Please see me when I act Please know me when I share I am not her I am not her I am not her My looks may be from her My name may be from her My mania may be from her I am not her I am not her I am not her Can’t you see we’re so different Can’t you see we’re not alike Can’t you see we’re opposites I am not her I am not her I am not her This woman tried to kill me This woman chose to hurt me This woman never loved me I am not her I am not her I am not her I love with every fiber I love with every tear I love with every hug I am not her I am not her I am not her It makes me sick to be compared It makes me disgusted to be assimilated It makes me nauseous to be collated I am not her I am not her I am not her I so desperately cling to the differences I so desperately grasp the inconsistencies I so desperately clutch the discrepancies I am not her I am not her I am not her Comparisons spike panic inside me Similarities swirl fear inside me Assimilations spiral doubt inside me I am not her I am not her I am not her On my sleeve, there’s my heart On my face, there’s my fear On my back, there’s my past I am not her I am not her I am not her My ears won’t hear your comments My eyes won’t see your stares My heart won’t feel your judgment I am not her I am not her I am not her Now a new phrase for me to say Now a new phrase for me to know Now a new phrase for me to believe I am me I am me I am me |
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Did You See
Did you see the pain? Pain of the pieces of a broken marriage Di you see the fear Fear of threats from an ex Did you see the grief? Grief at the loss of a parent Did you see the anger? Anger at a friend’s betrayal Did you see the sadness? Sadness at the failing of a test Did you see the joy? Joy at the smile of a baby Did you see the laughter? Laughter at the weirdness of a cat Did you see the hope? Hope at the opportunity to change Did you see the love? Love of the promises of God |
Waiting
While I am waiting for rain I prepare my fields While I am waiting for hope I battle my doubt While I am waiting for love I destroy my hate While I am waiting for success I fight my failures Waiting for the calming of the storm I repair my boats Waiting for the comfort of the winds I construct a kite Waiting for the condemnation of the devil I acknowledge my sin Waiting for the cleansing of the evil I find my innocence While I am waiting for love I love While I am waiting for help I help While I am waiting for blessings I bless While I am waiting for forgiveness I forgive Ask, Say, Because
Asking why because… Saying no because… Asking who because… Saying yes because… Asking what because… Saying maybe because… Asking where because… Saying ok because… Asking when because… Saying fine because… Asking how because… Saying never because… |
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Ocean
Mystery Dark Light Blue Deep Unseen Vast Calm Danger Peace Tranquil Peaceful Rising Cold Warm Shimmer Free Ripple Smooth Wave Wet Salty Clear Sway Ebb Flow Shine |
Ghost
In the hallway up the stairs stands a clock A silent house except for a steady tick tock There are shimmers around each corner If you can see them then you are a goner They are ghosts with bones to pick Unfinished business won’t let death stick A shiver travels slowly up your spine You’re face to face with the lady in white Her icy hands wrap around your arm Her black eyes show she means you harm Dragging you down into the cellar The place where wait the darkness dwellers You struggle to regain control But her ghostly spirit won’t let go Cold hands reach out from the dark Then you wake up with a start You are coated in sweat from head to toe Outside the chill is ten below Was it all a dream just inside your head? Of course, it was cause the living can’t see the dead You shudder as you pull close your covers That’s when you see a shadow that hovers You blink your eyes but it’s still there His mouth opens but what’s he trying to say He then points his icy cold hand your way Your heart races but what can you do In an eerie whisper he says, “She’s coming for you” |
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Antipodes
What kind of tears escape from your eyes? Tears of sorrow, Tears of joy What kind of blood pumps through your veins? Blood ice cold, Blood fiery hot What kind of thoughts swirl around your mind? Thoughts of negativity, Thoughts of positivity What kind of feelings drive your existence? Feelings of hate, feelings of love |
Fire
Flames hotter than the sun Faces aglow in its light Shadows cast around the wood Sticky fluff pulled of a stick Chocolate pieces stacked Crackers graham completes the treat A camping tradition A memory never forgotten |
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Reason for the Season
A story waiting to be told About a savior of heart and soul He did something that was completely wild Dying to save every man woman and child Despite this miraculous and selfless act Let me bring to your attention a single fact This season of giving that we exude major greed Is actually about the only present we really need No paper can wrap, and no bow can tie Around the life laid down by this guy Every Christmas we forget the most important thing Only for his praises all the angels sing We sing our deck the halls as we cut and eat the turkey But the real reason behind our rejoicing has become murky So as the season is upon us thank God for family and friends And most of all thank God for sending his son, for love that never ends |
Colors of My Savior and Colors of My God
Red is the color of the blood our Savior shed Orange is the color of the roads our Savior trod Yellow is the color of the fear our Savior felt Green is the color of the garden our Savior prayed Blue is the color of the sky our Savior ascended Purple is the color of the royalty our Savior deserved Rainbow is the color of the promise made to us Red is the color of the love our God shows Orange is the color of the fire our God warmed Yellow is the color of the sun our God shown Green is the color of the grass our God planted Blue is the color of the water our God drew Purple is the color of the hope our God gives Chicken
Pecking at the corn Ruffling of the feathers Clucking in the morn |
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East Hill
Greeted at the door with a smile Order of worship in hand into the foyer Seeing your brothers and sisters left and right Hello dear friend how are you today We sing a Capella our praises to God Prayers are said with complete faith A sermon makes us think and feel Our body gives to others in selflessness Without questions we follow God’s word When one of our own falls we pick them up This is a safe place I know all too well When I was broken and pretty screwed up My church family came and walked alongside me I needed help and they gave dollar after dollar This is a debt I’ll never be able to repay Family isn’t just blood but also in Christ WE pray and encourage each other Trustworthiness emanates from our elders Ministry staff has our best interests at heart A clothing exchange twice a year in community outreach Thanksgiving baskets provided to families without Youth group full of Godly young men and women Teachers in bible classes with eager little ones Every year we go to Kansas City’s LTC convention Puppets and plays, singing and signing Working with kids and sharing our knowledge When I think of Home is where the heart is East Hill and its members fit that to a T Thank you to my church family for your love Please know that I’m alive and well because of you I know what hope and peace are by your influence If you feel alone and need someone to care Come to this building a house of the Lord We’re not perfect by any means and we all have our faults But our hearts are in the right place and so are we If I could define love one definition would be East Hill Church of Christ Bless
Bless me with eyes to see the pain Bless me with ears to hear the cries Bless me with hands to help the weak Bless me with love to show the lonely Bless me with hope to give the lost Bless me with perseverance to do these every day |
Games People Play
We gather in the living room It’s time for family game night What game shall we play Checkers is like life People jumping over others Desperate to get ahead Twister is like life People bending themselves To meet the standards of others Chess is like life One wrong word or choice You’ll be knocked off the board Solitaire is like life Often people who are different Live alone and no one cares Phase ten is like life Certain requirements must be met Before you can move up and move on Monopoly is like life Greed drives us to be the best Leaving nothing for everyone else Clue is like life We know the what, why and how But we never see the wolf in sheep’s clothing Uno is like life Skip over your neighbor and go again But don’t forget it’s lonely on top Battleship is like life Trying to drown your opponent Putting them down while you float Tag is like life The blame goes around and around Til no one remembers who’s responsible Poker is like life We bet that our hand’s the best Often we are wrong and lose everything Games should remain disconnected from life Simple pieces of plastic, some cards, and a board Back into the box they go and the game of life continues |
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Do You Stop
When you see a man sleeping on a sidewalk Do you stop and give him a warm blanket? When you see a woman begging on a corner Do you stop and give her a couple bills? When you see a girl shivering in park Do you stop and giver her a cozy jacket? When you see a boy digging in a dumpster Do you stop and give him a hot meal? When you see a person in need of a blessing Do you stop and show them the love of God? When you see a person, who has nothing Do you stop and show them Him who offers everything? |
Hearing & Seeing
Can you hear the wind whipping through the trees? Can you heat the rain dripping from the leaves? Can you see the rainbow arcing amidst the fog? Ca you see the lightning sparking inside the storm Can you hear the whooshing of the flock of birds? Can you hear the swooshing of the snowflakes in a blizzard? Ca you see the lining of the sunset along the horizon Can you see the shining of the star’s reflection in a river? Can you hear Him calling your name? Can you hear Him crying at your pain? Can you see the blessings in disguise? Can you see the tears of love He cries? |
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The Answer Is
The answer is no The answer is nein The answer is nao No Nein Nao The answer is yes The answer is si The answer is ja Yes Si Ja The answer is maybe The answer is talvez The answer is poate Maybe Talvez Poate The answer is no, nein, nao The answer is yes, si, ja The answer is maybe, talvez, poate |
Where Are the Children
She was riding her bike home from school He was waiting for his mom after soccer practice The man was following her every move The man was watching his every move She hit a bump and fell over He looked the other way The man picked his moment and grabbed the girl The man chose his move and took the boy She is only 7 years old He is just over 8 years old The man had plans for her in a studio The man had plans for him back home She cried but no one heard He screamed but no one came Where are the children Have they been found Or will they forever be lost Where are the Children |
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Evidently It Happened
When the soldiers pierced His side with a spear Blood and water flowed out and puddled on the ground We know now that is a result of death by asphyxiation The four gospels serve as the evidence of witnesses What one leaves out another fills in the blanks for Thus, providing us historical proof of the existence of Christ He is housed in the heart of every believer His presence can be felt where two or more gather in His name He is loving us through the good times and the bad times Many try to prove that God is dead Many try to discredit the Word of God Many will try and they will fail every single time I’m here to tell you, I’m a Christian I’m here to be an example of His unconditional love I’m here if you want to talk or need help on your journey to Him Bridging the Gap
Build a bridge across the cavern Build a bridge across the harbor Build a bridge into the lives of others Build a bridge into the hearts of others Bridge the gap between a broken friendship Bridge the gap between a repenting enemy Bridging the gap between you and God Bridging the gap between your heart and His love |
Just Because I’m Young
Just because I’m young Doesn’t mean I’m inferior Just because I’m young Doesn’t mean I’m unintelligent Just because I’m young Doesn’t mean I can’t contribute Just because I’m young Doesn’t mean I can’t inspire Just because she’s young Doesn’t mean she’s weak Just because she’s young Doesn’t mean she’s afraid Just because he’s young Doesn’t mean he can’t lead Just because he’s young Doesn’t mean he can’t serve Just because you’re young Doesn’t mean you’re overlooked Just because you’re young Doesn’t mean you’re unappreciated Just because we’re young Doesn’t mean we’re without purpose Just because we’re young Doesn’t mean we’re without value Just because we’re young Doesn’t mean we’re young Just because we’re young Doesn’t mean we’re young |
