Life runs its course and can be rough
But take a swing, stand tall, be tough
When things don't quite seem up to par
Remember, I am never far
(^For loved ones from the perspective of a golfer who has passed.)
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
From A Golfer in Heaven
Saturday, November 8, 2014
The History of Women's Right
The rights we have as womankind,
Bestowed on us by the divine,
We were not always free to use
As equality was refused
Augusta, Emperor of Rome,
Caused us this trespass from his throne
Leaving books out as he composed
The bible in the way he chose
Because some stories went untold-
Women's praises he did withhold-
This caused men to treat us with spite,
Resenting us, taking our rights
No longer could we share our voice
No longer did we have a choice
No hope we might one day ascend
To heaven when our life would end
Heaven, like many other things,
Became a distant, lost blessing
We couldn't have. We couldn't hope.
We had to stay strong, wait, and cope.
Finally a new age would begin:
The Industrial Revolution
Priorities then rearranged
And things slowly began to change
Men sailed the seas for wealth and gold,
Finding treasures yet unforetold
Returning home to buy and spend
Until it all came to an end
Soon there was nothing left to buy
The stores and markets all ran dry
Men had to go to work to make
What they could for their families' sake
They worked hard each and every day
Quitting church was the only way
Sundays ceased to be days of rest
Putting religion to the test
It changed the way the Christians thought
And the values for which they fought
Congregations now had new views
As chiefly women filled the pews
Now in church women had a voice
And for this feat they did rejoice
Long overdue, their first appeal
Was for a Jesus that could feel
A kinder Jesus, filled with love
Guided by passion from above
Hopeful, patient eternally
With a want to set women free
For at the time, women were still
Subjected to their husbands' will
It was their place to fall in line
In their culture, they were confined
To lead the home was still the task
Assigned to men from ages passed
Women and children had to trust
These men to be both good and just
The fate of family rested on
Men's perception of right and wrong
For generations, this would stand
Men would retain the upper hand
But slowly women fought their way
Back into God's plan day by day
Now after these 12,000 years
Sexism's almost disappeared
Breaking restraints, tearing down walls,
Women are back and standing tall
Living for God each day from birth
Til heaven claims them from this Earth
(Obviously, this is a completely fictional piece and is, to say the least, pretty..out there. I wrote it per request and instruction of someone with very odd, specific ideas she wanted me to capture. Since I'm not sure what else this is now good for, I hope that it can at least bring entertainment value to the table for anyone unfortunate enough to stumble across it. :p Enjoy!)
Bestowed on us by the divine,
We were not always free to use
As equality was refused
Augusta, Emperor of Rome,
Caused us this trespass from his throne
Leaving books out as he composed
The bible in the way he chose
Because some stories went untold-
Women's praises he did withhold-
This caused men to treat us with spite,
Resenting us, taking our rights
No longer could we share our voice
No longer did we have a choice
No hope we might one day ascend
To heaven when our life would end
Heaven, like many other things,
Became a distant, lost blessing
We couldn't have. We couldn't hope.
We had to stay strong, wait, and cope.
Finally a new age would begin:
The Industrial Revolution
Priorities then rearranged
And things slowly began to change
Men sailed the seas for wealth and gold,
Finding treasures yet unforetold
Returning home to buy and spend
Until it all came to an end
Soon there was nothing left to buy
The stores and markets all ran dry
Men had to go to work to make
What they could for their families' sake
They worked hard each and every day
Quitting church was the only way
Sundays ceased to be days of rest
Putting religion to the test
It changed the way the Christians thought
And the values for which they fought
Congregations now had new views
As chiefly women filled the pews
Now in church women had a voice
And for this feat they did rejoice
Long overdue, their first appeal
Was for a Jesus that could feel
A kinder Jesus, filled with love
Guided by passion from above
Hopeful, patient eternally
With a want to set women free
For at the time, women were still
Subjected to their husbands' will
It was their place to fall in line
In their culture, they were confined
To lead the home was still the task
Assigned to men from ages passed
Women and children had to trust
These men to be both good and just
The fate of family rested on
Men's perception of right and wrong
For generations, this would stand
Men would retain the upper hand
But slowly women fought their way
Back into God's plan day by day
Now after these 12,000 years
Sexism's almost disappeared
Breaking restraints, tearing down walls,
Women are back and standing tall
Living for God each day from birth
Til heaven claims them from this Earth
(Obviously, this is a completely fictional piece and is, to say the least, pretty..out there. I wrote it per request and instruction of someone with very odd, specific ideas she wanted me to capture. Since I'm not sure what else this is now good for, I hope that it can at least bring entertainment value to the table for anyone unfortunate enough to stumble across it. :p Enjoy!)
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Divine Duty
Four score, eight decades, eighty years
Makes up the time I have spent here
Living on Earth, faithful and true
Worshiping the same God you do
In my time, God has rearranged
So many times, his plan he's changed
He molds his plan to suit us best
And sets us free to do the rest
He talks to me and shares his plan
And I take in all that I can
With it, I paint a portrait to
Share His words with each one of you
It scares and overwhelms my soul
But I'm empowered by my role
I'm blessed that God has chosen me
To document his great decree
To talk to him and heed his words-
His answers we must all observe
My gift from God, I'll cherish til
My years are up and work fulfilled
And even then I'll leave behind
The things I've learned of the divine
To help us learn and grow and see
What God wants each of us to be.
(^Not something I actually believe. This is another piece written for someone else per request and based on a description of what exactly they wanted. Thanks for reading!)
Makes up the time I have spent here
Living on Earth, faithful and true
Worshiping the same God you do
In my time, God has rearranged
So many times, his plan he's changed
He molds his plan to suit us best
And sets us free to do the rest
He talks to me and shares his plan
And I take in all that I can
With it, I paint a portrait to
Share His words with each one of you
It scares and overwhelms my soul
But I'm empowered by my role
I'm blessed that God has chosen me
To document his great decree
To talk to him and heed his words-
His answers we must all observe
My gift from God, I'll cherish til
My years are up and work fulfilled
And even then I'll leave behind
The things I've learned of the divine
To help us learn and grow and see
What God wants each of us to be.
(^Not something I actually believe. This is another piece written for someone else per request and based on a description of what exactly they wanted. Thanks for reading!)
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Congratulations!
You've made it through the tougher times, inspiring those in need
Always seeing the best in things, fighting hard to succeed
You don't let struggles hold you back or life get in your way
I admire you so much for that-much more than words can say
You always stay so positive, so tough and yet so sweet
Your love for life and happiness spreading to those you meet
You make the world a greater place. Your friends would all agree
Everywhere you go you are what people strive to be
My closest and best friend, you are an angel through and through
I'm so happy and grateful for the times I spend with you
I'm proud of you, excited by all that you've accomplished
Reaching your goals and dreams and doing just the things you wished
So congrats on your newfound fame and best of luck to you
I hope you'll have endless success throughout your future too!
(quick poem, same as the "My Friend" poem I just wrote but with a couple of extra lines per request.)
Always seeing the best in things, fighting hard to succeed
You don't let struggles hold you back or life get in your way
I admire you so much for that-much more than words can say
You always stay so positive, so tough and yet so sweet
Your love for life and happiness spreading to those you meet
You make the world a greater place. Your friends would all agree
Everywhere you go you are what people strive to be
My closest and best friend, you are an angel through and through
I'm so happy and grateful for the times I spend with you
I'm proud of you, excited by all that you've accomplished
Reaching your goals and dreams and doing just the things you wished
So congrats on your newfound fame and best of luck to you
I hope you'll have endless success throughout your future too!
(quick poem, same as the "My Friend" poem I just wrote but with a couple of extra lines per request.)
My Friend
You've made it through the tougher times, inspiring those in need
Always seeing the best in things, fighting hard to succeed
You don't let struggles hold you back or life get in your way
I admire you so much for that-much more than words can say
You always stay so positive, so tough and yet so sweet
Your love for life and happiness spreading to those you meet
You make the world a greater place. Your friends would all agree
Everywhere you go you are what people strive to be
My closest and best friend, you are an angel through and through
I'm so happy and grateful for the times I spend with you
(short, quick poem written for someone upon request.)
Always seeing the best in things, fighting hard to succeed
You don't let struggles hold you back or life get in your way
I admire you so much for that-much more than words can say
You always stay so positive, so tough and yet so sweet
Your love for life and happiness spreading to those you meet
You make the world a greater place. Your friends would all agree
Everywhere you go you are what people strive to be
My closest and best friend, you are an angel through and through
I'm so happy and grateful for the times I spend with you
(short, quick poem written for someone upon request.)
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Our Mother God
Our mother God, loving and strong,
All powerful and in control
She dictated and it was so
That every creature had a soul
In humans, she took special care
Giving a gift to never fade
With souls to pass down through offspring
In her own likeness we were made
Our souls would live eternally
Through children to which we gave birth
Whose duty it then became to
Help form and shape this planet Earth
God created a great ice mass-
A glacier to keep humans there
For 50,000 years they lived
Proving their worth as God's soul heirs
Charged with the task to create soul,
These ancestors performed God's will
No longer part of nature, they
Lived on their own, spreading goodwill
With God, a covenant was made
To give humans another task:
To care for souls of all creatures
In her kingdom, so lush and vast
God saw that this was good and she
Gave her blessings to all mankind
Then ruling that females would
Dominate men, body and mind
So women ruled, though lovingly,
Men's covenant given to them
With love and understanding that
Made our great Earth this treasured gem
These ancestors of all of us
Were the first to fulfill God's plan
It was such a beautiful start,
The way that human life began
Sadly, not all humans survived
There were three groups originally
But two left their area and
Died off, leaving just one of three
The last group did the will of God
And they survived through faith and prayer
Watching the souls of all that lived,
Doing their tasks with love and care
The women of their time were strong
Admirable in every way
Those were our famed ancestors and
They made Earth what it is today
(Okay, this poem makes ABSOLUTELY no sense and is both sexist and completely insane but it was written to the very precise, very strange specifications of someone who paid me to do it so bear with me. Lol)
All powerful and in control
She dictated and it was so
That every creature had a soul
In humans, she took special care
Giving a gift to never fade
With souls to pass down through offspring
In her own likeness we were made
Our souls would live eternally
Through children to which we gave birth
Whose duty it then became to
Help form and shape this planet Earth
God created a great ice mass-
A glacier to keep humans there
For 50,000 years they lived
Proving their worth as God's soul heirs
Charged with the task to create soul,
These ancestors performed God's will
No longer part of nature, they
Lived on their own, spreading goodwill
With God, a covenant was made
To give humans another task:
To care for souls of all creatures
In her kingdom, so lush and vast
God saw that this was good and she
Gave her blessings to all mankind
Then ruling that females would
Dominate men, body and mind
So women ruled, though lovingly,
Men's covenant given to them
With love and understanding that
Made our great Earth this treasured gem
These ancestors of all of us
Were the first to fulfill God's plan
It was such a beautiful start,
The way that human life began
Sadly, not all humans survived
There were three groups originally
But two left their area and
Died off, leaving just one of three
The last group did the will of God
And they survived through faith and prayer
Watching the souls of all that lived,
Doing their tasks with love and care
The women of their time were strong
Admirable in every way
Those were our famed ancestors and
They made Earth what it is today
(Okay, this poem makes ABSOLUTELY no sense and is both sexist and completely insane but it was written to the very precise, very strange specifications of someone who paid me to do it so bear with me. Lol)
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Firefighters
People often recognize us for the work we do
Usually they're grateful and they look up to us too
We feel a sense of purpose when we read letters they send
Thanking us for doing jobs they don't quite comprehend
They read about our lifestyle and the dangers of our work
But they don't always know how our job can drive us berserk
We don't all feel like heroes, especially not every day
When we feel like we've failed it doesn't just go away
We do a lot of good and we work hard while saving lives
Yet often we're haunted by thoughts of those who DON'T survive
Sometimes we lose our lives or get burned while fighting the flames
And yet the worst pain we know is likely that of self-blame
We win some fights and lose some but the stakes can be so high
It's not easy to lose when it means good people might die
More frightening than the fire is the wreckage left behind
But that's why we keep fighting, keeping our purpose in mind
(Written in about 30 minutes for someone by request.)
Usually they're grateful and they look up to us too
We feel a sense of purpose when we read letters they send
Thanking us for doing jobs they don't quite comprehend
They read about our lifestyle and the dangers of our work
But they don't always know how our job can drive us berserk
We don't all feel like heroes, especially not every day
When we feel like we've failed it doesn't just go away
We do a lot of good and we work hard while saving lives
Yet often we're haunted by thoughts of those who DON'T survive
Sometimes we lose our lives or get burned while fighting the flames
And yet the worst pain we know is likely that of self-blame
We win some fights and lose some but the stakes can be so high
It's not easy to lose when it means good people might die
More frightening than the fire is the wreckage left behind
But that's why we keep fighting, keeping our purpose in mind
(Written in about 30 minutes for someone by request.)
Monday, September 29, 2014
Captain's Farewell (baseball poem)
It goes without saying, things won't be the same
You were a great asset to this old ball game
We'll all recall your devotion and skill
And your love for the game that upheld your strong will
The time that you spent and committed to play
Left a lasting impression that's with us to stay
You may have not been as well known as Babe Ruth
But there are few like you, Captain, that's the truth
I hope that your future, with each passing year,
Leaves happy memories of your old life here
We'll miss you, no doubt, and you'll be on our minds
In our warm thoughts you won't be left behind
So this is the hope that I'm sending with you:
That the rest of your days are full of home runs too!
Happy retirement, Captain. Make sure that hanging up your bat and ball is just the beginning to your next great adventure. You will be missed!
(Just a super quick poem written per request from someone for a retiring baseball player called "Captain".)
You were a great asset to this old ball game
We'll all recall your devotion and skill
And your love for the game that upheld your strong will
The time that you spent and committed to play
Left a lasting impression that's with us to stay
You may have not been as well known as Babe Ruth
But there are few like you, Captain, that's the truth
I hope that your future, with each passing year,
Leaves happy memories of your old life here
We'll miss you, no doubt, and you'll be on our minds
In our warm thoughts you won't be left behind
So this is the hope that I'm sending with you:
That the rest of your days are full of home runs too!
Happy retirement, Captain. Make sure that hanging up your bat and ball is just the beginning to your next great adventure. You will be missed!
(Just a super quick poem written per request from someone for a retiring baseball player called "Captain".)
Saturday, September 27, 2014
My Mountain
I sit on my mountain and empty my mind
I sit and I pull away from space and time
I sit and I meditate with open ears,
An open mind and heart, ready to hear
The voice of our God speaking softly to me
Telling me all about things that will be
Listening, I learn ultimate happiness
Is attained through the love our children express
Our souls are passed on to our children and so
Their love is the most precious love we can know
We nuture our children and live on through time
As eternal souls living for the divine
So care for your children and care for your soul
For that is the only way you'll remain whole
I don't pray anymore - now I have no need
God's answered all my prayers. My soul has been freed.
He gave me all that I wanted and much more
He gave me a gorgeous family I adore
Now rather than prayers answered I sit and ask
To listen and learn about each of God's tasks
He speaks to me as I sit there eagerly
He tells me about free will given to me
He says it's a gift he's given each of us
To rule ourselves however we decide just
The freedom to choose and to govern ourselves-
Something to appreciate above all else
He talks about the great value of women
How we are of a higher order than men
He mentions how without us there'd be no earth
No past and no future, no life and no birth
That's why it is the duty of men worldwide
To care for us, protect us, stand by our sides
God stands for love, peace, creation, harmony
That is the reason he made both you and me
He's the creator-not a cruel god of war
He loves us all to our soul's very core
But lastly he told me something hard to hear
I didn't want to know but couldn't close my ears
He told me that one day our great Earth will die
And we'll all have to work together to try
To create a way to save our wondrous home
The fate of our future will be ours alone
The knowledge was so overwhelming but grand
I was truly moved, happy to take a stand
To share my knowledge and try to change men's thoughts
Now I'm glad I listened and learned quite a lot
As I climb down my mountain, back to my home
I set out to share what I learned where I roam
God by my side, I know I will be heard
I won't be alone as I'm spreading the word
(This poem IN NO WAY reflects my beliefs. It was written to reflect the thoughts and feelings of someone who hired me to write it. Just sharing it here in case anyone else can somehow benefit from or at least be amused by it.)
I sit and I pull away from space and time
I sit and I meditate with open ears,
An open mind and heart, ready to hear
The voice of our God speaking softly to me
Telling me all about things that will be
Listening, I learn ultimate happiness
Is attained through the love our children express
Our souls are passed on to our children and so
Their love is the most precious love we can know
We nuture our children and live on through time
As eternal souls living for the divine
So care for your children and care for your soul
For that is the only way you'll remain whole
I don't pray anymore - now I have no need
God's answered all my prayers. My soul has been freed.
He gave me all that I wanted and much more
He gave me a gorgeous family I adore
Now rather than prayers answered I sit and ask
To listen and learn about each of God's tasks
He speaks to me as I sit there eagerly
He tells me about free will given to me
He says it's a gift he's given each of us
To rule ourselves however we decide just
The freedom to choose and to govern ourselves-
Something to appreciate above all else
He talks about the great value of women
How we are of a higher order than men
He mentions how without us there'd be no earth
No past and no future, no life and no birth
That's why it is the duty of men worldwide
To care for us, protect us, stand by our sides
God stands for love, peace, creation, harmony
That is the reason he made both you and me
He's the creator-not a cruel god of war
He loves us all to our soul's very core
But lastly he told me something hard to hear
I didn't want to know but couldn't close my ears
He told me that one day our great Earth will die
And we'll all have to work together to try
To create a way to save our wondrous home
The fate of our future will be ours alone
The knowledge was so overwhelming but grand
I was truly moved, happy to take a stand
To share my knowledge and try to change men's thoughts
Now I'm glad I listened and learned quite a lot
As I climb down my mountain, back to my home
I set out to share what I learned where I roam
God by my side, I know I will be heard
I won't be alone as I'm spreading the word
(This poem IN NO WAY reflects my beliefs. It was written to reflect the thoughts and feelings of someone who hired me to write it. Just sharing it here in case anyone else can somehow benefit from or at least be amused by it.)
Friday, September 26, 2014
Why We're CNAs
You're often undervalued working as a CNA
But what people don't realize is what we give each day
Patients always need more from us than help with simple chores
They need a friend with open ears, willing to give much more
Not only do we bathe them, clothe them, wipe away their tears
We share their joys and fears, helping them through their final years
For many patients, we become the best of friends they've had
So when they go they're not alone but leave us hurt and sad
We get attached and learn to love many of those we aide
But that's what makes our job so great. That's why we're CNAs!
(For the record, I'm not a CNA. I was paid a few dollars to write this brief poem for someone else and thought I'd post it there for any other CNAs out there who might appreciate it. Enjoy!)
But what people don't realize is what we give each day
Patients always need more from us than help with simple chores
They need a friend with open ears, willing to give much more
Not only do we bathe them, clothe them, wipe away their tears
We share their joys and fears, helping them through their final years
For many patients, we become the best of friends they've had
So when they go they're not alone but leave us hurt and sad
We get attached and learn to love many of those we aide
But that's what makes our job so great. That's why we're CNAs!
(For the record, I'm not a CNA. I was paid a few dollars to write this brief poem for someone else and thought I'd post it there for any other CNAs out there who might appreciate it. Enjoy!)
Thursday, September 18, 2014
My Soul
This soul of mine, passed down to me
From my father and his before
Through generations infinite
We're carried on forevermore
My soul will be inherited
By my children, passed down from me
And passed along to their daughters
And sons, down through our family tree
That is what I was always told
And as I grew it's all I had
But now my soul is threatened by
Man's deadly war - pointless and sad
My brothers and I have been forced
Into this war against our will
And now they want to take our sons
To fight this war - to maim and kill
They call this fight a "holy war"
Between those with different beliefs
But love, not war, is what God wants
Not for us all to suffer grief
God gave Jesus - his only son
To die for us so we would learn
Yet here we stand, ignorantly
Ending ourselves as our souls burn
Mercilessly, they take our sons
And then come for our grandchildren
Hasn't my family hurt enough,
Suffered and given all we can?
Will we survive to see the day
Our family's finally recompensed?
Will we live to see our rewards
For patient faith despite expense?
Or will they fight 'til we all fall-
'Til no one wins but death and sin
And my soul dies, not to return
As I bury my grandchildren?
I watch as these poor, lost souls fight
Listening only to rage and pride
Breaking the 10 commandments just
So each side can prove itself right
"That's not God's will!" I yell in vain
But here my words go still unheard
Will they ever open their eyes
And let us choose how we must serve?
"Leave us alone and let us serve
And praise our God in our own way.
Don't let my soul die with my sons.
Let us live on another day!"
(This is yet another piece I was hired and inspired to do. Again, not my style but hopefully enjoyable or even inspirational to someone else out there. Happy reading!)
From my father and his before
Through generations infinite
We're carried on forevermore
My soul will be inherited
By my children, passed down from me
And passed along to their daughters
And sons, down through our family tree
That is what I was always told
And as I grew it's all I had
But now my soul is threatened by
Man's deadly war - pointless and sad
My brothers and I have been forced
Into this war against our will
And now they want to take our sons
To fight this war - to maim and kill
They call this fight a "holy war"
Between those with different beliefs
But love, not war, is what God wants
Not for us all to suffer grief
God gave Jesus - his only son
To die for us so we would learn
Yet here we stand, ignorantly
Ending ourselves as our souls burn
Mercilessly, they take our sons
And then come for our grandchildren
Hasn't my family hurt enough,
Suffered and given all we can?
Will we survive to see the day
Our family's finally recompensed?
Will we live to see our rewards
For patient faith despite expense?
Or will they fight 'til we all fall-
'Til no one wins but death and sin
And my soul dies, not to return
As I bury my grandchildren?
I watch as these poor, lost souls fight
Listening only to rage and pride
Breaking the 10 commandments just
So each side can prove itself right
"That's not God's will!" I yell in vain
But here my words go still unheard
Will they ever open their eyes
And let us choose how we must serve?
"Leave us alone and let us serve
And praise our God in our own way.
Don't let my soul die with my sons.
Let us live on another day!"
(This is yet another piece I was hired and inspired to do. Again, not my style but hopefully enjoyable or even inspirational to someone else out there. Happy reading!)
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
God's Love
The other night while fast asleep
I had a dream so deep and real
As I lay peacefully in bed
This dream changed how I think and feel
I dreamt I was the one true God
All-powerful, generous, kind
Back in the old wild west, I was
Watching, with love, over mankind
The Indians and cowboys there,
In the heart of New Mexico,
Loved me and worshiped faithfully
As I watched each one learn and grow
They created wondrous things
With intricate, clever design!
They flourished with wisdom and love
Inspired by all things divine
But in this vivid dream I had
Not all stayed peaceful, calm, and still
Soon, Indians and cowboys fought
Killing hundreds against my will
Conflict arose as each side found
They wanted things the other had
Their hearts were claimed by jealousy
As greed and anger drove them mad
There was no mercy as they fought
Their mindless anger was too strong
All day and night their battle cries
Ate at my soul and carried on
I love my children, each and all
Despite the errors in their ways
I wanted to protect them all
So I made the skies rain for days
It flooded paths and stopped the fights
As neither side could stand the rain
But my children soon opposed me
Wanting the right to inflict pain
They cursed me and renounced their faith
Abandoning their love of good
A lust for war consumed their hearts
But giving up, I never would
Distraught, I ruled the rains to stop
Giving my children what they'd asked
I watched as they destroyed themselves
Never was there a harder task
Watching the ones you love in pain,
To offer help and be excused..
It isn't easy being God
What's there to do when you're refused?
They curse me when they're suffering
And rebel when I interfere
I love them unconditionally
And for them I am always here
But being just and kind and fair
Not giving up on those you love
Is never easy as it seems-
Not even for the "man above"
Still, here I am, eternally
For all my children worldwide
Loving them, whether they love me
Not giving up or taking sides
And I will watch with open arms,
An open heart, and open ears
For the day when they once again
Request my help with all their fears
I'll watch them each and every day
And care for them forevermore
No matter how far they may stray
My children, I'll always adore.
As I awoke from this great dream,
I felt so deeply touched and moved
I thanked God for sharing His love
And greeted morning, feeling soothed
Each day since, when I feel alone,
Overcome with anxiety,
I close my eyes, think of this dream
And remember how much God loves me
For the record, I can't say that I'm particularly religious but I was inspired by someone who is to spend about an hour writing this poem. She had an idea, which she shared with me, and she requested that I write the poem using that idea as the basis. I did just that and she claimed to be "moved" by the result when I presented her with this piece so I thought that I would share it here in case it might help or be enjoyed by someone else who comes across it. Happy reading to all of you and hope to see you here at Rhythmic Writing again soon!
I had a dream so deep and real
As I lay peacefully in bed
This dream changed how I think and feel
I dreamt I was the one true God
All-powerful, generous, kind
Back in the old wild west, I was
Watching, with love, over mankind
The Indians and cowboys there,
In the heart of New Mexico,
Loved me and worshiped faithfully
As I watched each one learn and grow
They created wondrous things
With intricate, clever design!
They flourished with wisdom and love
Inspired by all things divine
But in this vivid dream I had
Not all stayed peaceful, calm, and still
Soon, Indians and cowboys fought
Killing hundreds against my will
Conflict arose as each side found
They wanted things the other had
Their hearts were claimed by jealousy
As greed and anger drove them mad
There was no mercy as they fought
Their mindless anger was too strong
All day and night their battle cries
Ate at my soul and carried on
I love my children, each and all
Despite the errors in their ways
I wanted to protect them all
So I made the skies rain for days
It flooded paths and stopped the fights
As neither side could stand the rain
But my children soon opposed me
Wanting the right to inflict pain
They cursed me and renounced their faith
Abandoning their love of good
A lust for war consumed their hearts
But giving up, I never would
Distraught, I ruled the rains to stop
Giving my children what they'd asked
I watched as they destroyed themselves
Never was there a harder task
Watching the ones you love in pain,
To offer help and be excused..
It isn't easy being God
What's there to do when you're refused?
They curse me when they're suffering
And rebel when I interfere
I love them unconditionally
And for them I am always here
But being just and kind and fair
Not giving up on those you love
Is never easy as it seems-
Not even for the "man above"
Still, here I am, eternally
For all my children worldwide
Loving them, whether they love me
Not giving up or taking sides
And I will watch with open arms,
An open heart, and open ears
For the day when they once again
Request my help with all their fears
I'll watch them each and every day
And care for them forevermore
No matter how far they may stray
My children, I'll always adore.
As I awoke from this great dream,
I felt so deeply touched and moved
I thanked God for sharing His love
And greeted morning, feeling soothed
Each day since, when I feel alone,
Overcome with anxiety,
I close my eyes, think of this dream
And remember how much God loves me
For the record, I can't say that I'm particularly religious but I was inspired by someone who is to spend about an hour writing this poem. She had an idea, which she shared with me, and she requested that I write the poem using that idea as the basis. I did just that and she claimed to be "moved" by the result when I presented her with this piece so I thought that I would share it here in case it might help or be enjoyed by someone else who comes across it. Happy reading to all of you and hope to see you here at Rhythmic Writing again soon!
Friday, September 5, 2014
Business Success
When asking meanings of success
The answers are not all the same
They vary based on people's goals
Their drive, their values, and their aim
For many, wealth or fame's the plan
For others, love keeps them content
For some, a respectable job
Or for a few, just paying rent
But why choose one if you can just
Put in the time to know yourself
And find the best balance of each
To give you your ideal wealth?
First thing's first: do what you love
Or find ways to love what you do
If where you are won't make you smile
Consider that it's not for you
Secondly, don't be scared to fail
But try and try and try again
Try different things to find yourself
You won't regret the time you spend
Lastly, the part that pays the bills:
Research which hobbies pay you best
When you love what you do daily
That is the best key to success
It is much simpler to prosper
When you enjoy everyday work
The hours fly, as work goes by
And paychecks feel like unearned perks
You put more in and get more out
And recognition heads your way
When work's not work but what you love
And what you would do anyway
Then you'll truly have succeeded
Through all the passion you employ
You can have it all, you see-
The fortune, fame, respect, and joy!
Just a SUUUUUPER quick poem I wrote. Definitely not my best work and not really the best rhyming skill ever utilized but I hope it communicates a point that will at least help someone out there searching for inspiration or direction. Thanks for reading and be sure to check back for more rhythmic writing!
The answers are not all the same
They vary based on people's goals
Their drive, their values, and their aim
For many, wealth or fame's the plan
For others, love keeps them content
For some, a respectable job
Or for a few, just paying rent
But why choose one if you can just
Put in the time to know yourself
And find the best balance of each
To give you your ideal wealth?
First thing's first: do what you love
Or find ways to love what you do
If where you are won't make you smile
Consider that it's not for you
Secondly, don't be scared to fail
But try and try and try again
Try different things to find yourself
You won't regret the time you spend
Lastly, the part that pays the bills:
Research which hobbies pay you best
When you love what you do daily
That is the best key to success
It is much simpler to prosper
When you enjoy everyday work
The hours fly, as work goes by
And paychecks feel like unearned perks
You put more in and get more out
And recognition heads your way
When work's not work but what you love
And what you would do anyway
Then you'll truly have succeeded
Through all the passion you employ
You can have it all, you see-
The fortune, fame, respect, and joy!
Just a SUUUUUPER quick poem I wrote. Definitely not my best work and not really the best rhyming skill ever utilized but I hope it communicates a point that will at least help someone out there searching for inspiration or direction. Thanks for reading and be sure to check back for more rhythmic writing!
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