Poetic Thoughts

A Daughter's Poem

2012-01-27T09:57:00.000-08:00

The sun sits upon my face. It's warmth is inviting.

If only my heart felt the same. Only most times, it feels like it's dying.

Mountains sit still. But the grief never will.

The lovelorn ways of days gone by cast shadow over clear sky.

For the day that you left me was the day that my heart died.

You held me down. But you also held me tight.

Not just during the day. But sometimes at night.

Now I must carry on mothering mine. All the while wishing for my mother, mine.

Death's Wisdom

2011-12-27T10:01:00.000-08:00

Sometimes our prayers of "want" go unanswered,
Only to be provided with what HE feels that we "need".
Or of what HE thinks or feels is best for us, or for those that we love.

In the end,
It is due to human fallacy that we aren't always happy with His decision for our life's walk through this valley,
And on the way to the next.

But, it all goes according to His plan.
In His time.
In His way.
Even if that plan means having to break our hearts in to a million pieces
As to fulfill one's purpose.

For the darkness of death
Brings forth everlasting life.

The valleys of life
Become paved roads of
Gold.

No mere mortal can understand
That which is not truly reachable
In life.

Once with the Father,
Shall we understand the true meaning
Of walking through the Valley of the Shadow of Death.

Only to reawaken to unimaginable light,
Peace and
Love.

Death is nothing but
A stepping stone.
A bridge from one life
To another.

Annabel Lee (Edgar Allen Poe)

2011-12-11T09:08:00.000-08:00

Annabel Lee (Edgar Allen Poe)

(published 1849)

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the side of the sea.

2011-12-04T18:39:00.000-08:00

Time.

Time waits for no one.

Time awaits nothing.
Time is all that we have.

Time is something we cherish.
Time is something we waste.

Time is on a clock.
Time is within a calendar's pages.

Time.

It passes by quickly.
Or it can move slow.
It brings us happy and joyous times.
And sometimes, it brings sad times, too.

Time.

Life is filled with time.
But no one knows how much that they are gifted.
For at any moment, your time could be up.

Time.

Cherish it.
Like gold bars laid upon a table.
Never to dismiss it as a silly notion.

Peanut-Butter Sandwich (Shel Silverstein)

2011-12-01T17:31:00.000-08:00

Peanut-Butter Sandwich

"Where The Sidewalk Ends"

I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing—
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.

His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.

His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.

He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.

And then one day he took a bit
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.

His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
"My boy's committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!"

The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!

The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn't melt that peanut-butter sandwich.

With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil—
For twenty years of tears and toil—
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.

Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin' chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.

Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy—
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich

A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak—
The king's jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak—
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, "How about a peanut-butter sandwich?"

The Window

2011-12-01T08:03:00.000-08:00

The eyes are the gateway in to the life of others.
What will you see when you look in to my window?

If you look in to my eyes
You will not see what I see.

You see my hazel green.
I see a gift.

You see the window to my soul.
I see another's soul,
Sharing mine.

You see the white of my eyes.
I see the love for others.

You see the black pupil.
I see someone's life ended,
Only to help others begin theirs again.

You see my eyes.
I see my hero.

Forever Reminded

2011-11-30T19:25:00.000-08:00

Know that just because I treat *that* day as any other ordinary day of the year,
It NEVER means I don't have you cross my mind,
Or that you aren't in the special place that
Love has made specifically for you within my heart.

For every single day,
The sting of loss touches me.
And every single day,
I wish you were instead here with me.

But with you where you reside within the walls of my heart,
I am never alone.