Poetry

[karenee]

Alone in a Crowded Room

All around, crowding, riotous, they flaunt their lives for me to see.
I observe and turn again, to wonder why I am outside.
I see so clearly, yet they do not draw near.
I, alone, isolated by the normalicy of being, the accepted way.
Come, be near me, let me share the wonder I carry within.
Ah, understand me. There is nothing to fear.
Yet only a glance and they rush on, preoccupied with sublime emptiness.
Where is the worth, I wonder, when it all falls to dust?

[twyrch]

karenee said:

Alone in a Crowded Room

All around, crowding, riotous, they flaunt their lives for me to see.
I observe and turn again, to wonder why I am outside.
I see so clearly, yet they do not draw near.
I, alone, isolated by the normalicy of being, the accepted way.
Come, be near me, let me share the wonder I carry within.
Ah, understand me. There is nothing to fear.
Yet only a glance and they rush on, preoccupied with sublime emptiness.
Where is the worth, I wonder, when it all falls to dust?

Nice Poem! Very moving and emotional.

Welcome to the Stephen Lawhead Forum! I hope to see you around.

[Child of Immanuel]

Awesome!

[cree8ivone]

Hello all...

I'm wading into these forums slowly. There are so many different topics where I want to reply, but I just don't have the time. However, for poetry I have no problem with taking the plunge. So, here goes...

(This is actually a song I wrote, that I would love to sing at a Renaissance Faire one of these days!)


"The Maiden Fair"


Lift your ale and hear a tale
of the lovely Maiden Fair.
A pixie queen, who whenever seen
could steal the heart ye bear.

The fairies tell and the elves as well
of a maiden beyond compare.
Her eyes of fire incite desire,
for her flaming auburn hair.

But be ye warned before you’re torn
by Greed’s own frightened mares.
Like castle walls in fire will fall,
beware of the Maiden Fair.

Lift your ale and hear a tale
of the lovely Maiden Fair.
A pixie queen, who whenever seen
could steal the heart ye bare.

And all ye lords with bows and swords
who sport in dragons’ lairs,
Will quail in fear, reduced to tears,
by her Beauty’s daggered flares.

So read the sign and heed this time,
“Love her, if ye dare !”
For I now know, no one can hold
the heart of the Maiden Fair.

Lift your ale and hear a tale
of the lovely Maiden Fair.
A pixie queen, who whenever seen
could steal the heart ye bear.

Lift your ale and hear a tale
of the lovely Maiden Fair.
A pixie queen, who whenever seen
could steal the heart ye bare.


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[twyrch]

Awesome song Cree! You are very talented. ;D

I'd love to see more of your work.

[dinadan]

Ooh...someone else with a flare for narrative...I like it, I like it a lot.

[cree8ivone]

Thanks for the encouragement! - I will post more.

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[dgan]

OK - cree8ivone made me feel completely inadequate...awesome stuff!

Nevertheless, time for some comic relief. Here is a children's poem I wrote in the dead of winter for my Dr. Seuss-loving 6-year old daughter.....

Snow. What is snow but a snowflake or two?
Well, say if you must, believe if you do
But I am here to tell you something that’s new,
Something I’m still trying to get out of my shoe.

I stood at the window watching it fall,
Falling and rising in no time at all.
Rising in snow banks that were becoming quite tall,
Quite taller than any snow banks I could recall.

The snow was so deep, too deep to ignore
So I shoveled and shoveled ‘til my shoveler was sore.
Then just when I thought I had finished the chore,
The snowplow came through and threw me some more.

Well, needless to say, the driveway is clear,
The sidewalk is too, but not quite so near.
Now my shoulder is worn and my back stripped a gear,
And that is not even the worst of it, I fear.

So this is the story you’ve heard all too often:
Every year, I suppose, someone stiff as a coffin.
I am thankful, though, despite all the coughin’
Thank God for a light snow that he chose to soften.

It could have been wet and heavy like dung,
And could have smelled worse, like when Oobleck was flung.
So I’m thankful for the powdery snow on my tongue,
And thankful to God for the joy he has brung.

When I see my daughter sunk toes to nose in the snow,
I give thanks for shovels and plows even though.
For now she is laughing, her face all aglow,
Taking a snowball and throwing at.....NOOOOO!

[cree8ivone]

That is very Dr. Suess. Thanks for sharing. Poems for kids are so much fun. Especially when you get to see their eyes light up when you read it. ;D

Nice one, dgan. I've got one that I wrote recently that is kind of like a Dr. Suess thing. I'll see if I can find it.


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[karenee]

You know...I just noticed I'm only posting my non-rhyming ones. I wonder why? Sheesh!

Belief

I see a mystery in the morning breeze,
Hear a song in silence,
Taste a scent in dreams,
Reach beyond...

I seek a miracle.
Is the word less valid
Than it seems to be?
An expectation beyond the mundane?

Flame of fear scalds me.
Peace flows to soothe.
Icy touch of revelation
Pierces deep within.

What do I know?
There is an edge to knowledge.
I skate upon it,
Welcoming the chance to fall into the improbable.

[cree8ivone]

deep and artistic - very nice Karenee

I'm going to be rereading your 'Belief' poem for a while, trying to soak it all up. I like that kind of poetry (even if it doesn't rhyme - hehe).

And now for something completely different... (well not really) - Following in the Dr. Suess vein dgan posted earlier here is a little story about a gnu.


A Gnu Tale

I knew a new gnu who knew a new gnat who sat on a great new gate.

“That’s one great gate!” said the new gnu to the new gnat.

The new gnat spat back, “Not only is this a great gate, it's a new great gate!”

Then the new gnu asked, “Who’s to use this new great gate?”

Again the new gnat spat back, “The gnus who choose to use it!”

“I don't quite understand that, gnat. Can you please explain that fact?”

The new gnat sat back and relaxed before renewing his attack. “Since you must know, here you go. This new great gate is a new gnu great gate with a new gnu great grate. It’s here so new gnus like you do not make haste and race from this great place. If a new gnu like you, gnu, chooses to use this new gnu great gate with its new gnu great grate, you, gnu, will choose a great fate. For this new gnu great gate with its new gnu great grate can cause a new gnu's two legs to break!”

Seeing the fear in the new gnu’s face, the new gnat continued his pace.
“Now, this may be new news to you, gnu. But I knew this gnu news to be too true long before this day. Because unlike you, ‘the new gnu’, who was just born today, I was born yesterday.”

Just then a gust of wind sent the new gnat fast into the new gnu great grate. And just like that the new gnat went splat and the new gnu laughed the last laugh.

Of course, the gnu news you can use from this new gnu's tale…
Choose the words you use well for strong winds will prevail.


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[karenee]

Thank you for the WONDRFUL compliment!

Regarding the new gnu greeting the new gnat at the new gnu great gate and the new gnat getting smashed in its great grate...well, let's just say I'd have a really hard time reading this story out loud. LOL

Very funny, and a memorable moral as well.

[cree8ivone]

Oh, but saying it out loud is what makes stuff like Dr. Suess and 'A Gnu Tale' so much fun!!! ;D

Come on. You know you want to read it to some kids and hear them laugh...


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[dgan]

Kids? Whatever. I laughed my own head off!!! That was grate!

[cree8ivone]

What do you think? Would this work as a kid's book, complete with some fun images drawn for it? Does it need to be longer to do that?

Thanks for the help.

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