Sunday, February 24, 2008

Look to Tomorrow
















I thought about my yesterdays today
Of all the things I did and said
The kind of life my soul has led
And thinking gave way to sorrow
For the many roads I've travelled
Perhaps I shouldn't have
To fill my soul with worry now
Over past things and history
Is not the place I want to be
I cannot change the yesterdays
I can only live for now
And try to make it better if I can somehow
Life is short we know this
Tomorrows are yet unlived
It's now I am remembered for the love I give
So today I set my soul free
And feel the wind upon my face
To live today as I should, with dignity and grace
For in the end what matters
Are those things that are not lost
What price is love that's given without any cost
And to those souls that come my way
I'll speak to as a good friend
For that is all that matters when we reach the end
Looking to tomorrow
I'll feel the wind upon my face
I will live my life from now with dignity and grace
written by Heart
November 19, 2004
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Sunday, February 10, 2008

One person CAN make a difference!


This isn't a poem, but it is a true story. Yesterday when I went to work I opened my cash drawer and took it to a side counter to count it in. When I went to the side counter I found a ladies wallet laying there. One of my front end managers was nearby so I told her I was going to look in the wallet. All that was in the wallet was some id and photos and receipts, but I discovered that the wallet belonged to a coworker. I called personel and the personel manager called the Associate to let her know that her wallet was there. The Associate called me and in a frantic asked me if her money was still in the wallet. I looked very carefully but had to tell her no, there was no money. She was crying terribly because she had just cashed her check. Her wallet was in her coat jacket and hanging in the break room at work, meaning that someone working with us stole from her. She was crying so bad I told her, now don't you worry, I'll take up a collection and get your money for you. I don't know if she believed me or not, but taking up a collection is exactly what I did. When I went to break I had already collected over $80.00. As it so happened the Associate came to the store while I was on break and was with one of our loss prevention Associates when she came by the break room. I saw her and called to her. She came in, and I handed her the money, and then told her I would collect the rest before the day was over. She was crying profusely and hugged me so hard, I wanted to cry too. I really had to bite my lip. After my break, I took my baggie and went the long way back to the part of the store where I work, collecting money from the Associates as I went. Word spread quickly and people came up to me giving me money for our Associate. Within the next half hour my coworkers came through and I had collected her paycheck back for her. I am so proud of the people I work with....and it was truly humbling and heartfelt to be able to give my coworker the money that was taken from her. She was so greatful and could not believe how much everyone cared about her. She is a mother of four children and there is no way that I could not step up to the plate and help her. It was the right thing to do. One person CAN make a difference, no matter how great or how small. If you think you can't contribute to the world, then it's because you haven't tried. I am ill. I have an incurable disease and I'm in alot of pain. It's difficult for me to work. I'm not going to die from this disease as it is not a fatal disease, but none the less it causes me difficulty. But if someone like me with my own problems can make a difference in this world, then there is no excuse....so can you!

Thoughts on Jesus

















Holy Infant so tender and mild
Who'd know we'd expect
so much of this Child?
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Is Christmas just Santa
with reindeer so merry?
Or a message of peace
that this Baby would carry?
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Every day in our world
reels the sound of a bomb
Why have we drifted
from His Glorious Calm?
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Is it easier to kill, to rob, and destroy,
than to follow His will,
and bask in His joy?
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Has He given us Christmas
a time to renew
and be kind to others
as He told us to do?
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Or is Christmas just presents, and
"What did I get?"
or the story of Jesus
ignored until yet?
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He gives us free choice
and paid the great price
Yet many deny Him
and never think twice.
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It's to easy to lie, to steal and destroy
After all it's absured
to follow a Boy!
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Yet by twilight they gathered
huddled and cold
to see the great Jesus
and the future be told
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For there in the stable we were given a choice
to follow the world
or heed His small voice
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When Christmas is over
will you go back to your ways
or read in the Bible
and give Him your praise?
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Our world and our country
and even our home
is the best place for Jesus to come
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Lets live for the Infant
so tender and mild
Just look what He gave
and He's only a Child!
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Written in December 1988 just after the Americans in Beruit, Lebanon were bombed and many of our brave Armed Forces lost their lives. It was nearly Christmas and I remember the entire country was in mourning. May we NEVER forget!
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written by
Heart
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God Bless Our Troops!

Feeling Abused















Sadness is my heart
Life torn apart
Battered from birth
No self worth
Hope non-exsistent
Death not to distant
Never felt love
Not even from above
Always alone
Love never shown
I long to be free
From all that hurts me
But there exsists no place
Where hurt is erased
No hollow or glen
No corner or den
Pain tramples my soul
Leaves me less than whole
Ruins my heart
I'm left torn apart
A soul that is dead has nothing to give
A soul that is dead can no longer live
My humanity is destined to be destroyed
My humanity is destined to be destroyed.
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Written by Heart
December 19, 1992
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Winter's Calling















A chill brisks
the wind-blown trees
as snapping,
crackling leaves
cling, in momentary defiance...
falling,
blowing,
at last give way
to approaching winter's calling!
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Nestled under
comforter's of thread
as I listen to
this majestic silence,
my mind and heart
drift as the wind
to winter's calling!
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Snow laden clouds
that seem to clutch the earth
in readiness
to present their bounty
of splendor
as wind's crispness
commands them
"Bring forth!
Winter's calling!"
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I marvel at the seasons' changing
ever onward...
never pausing...
never refrain...
this is the harvest of
God's matchless bounty
Winter's calling!
-
Written by
Heart
November 11th, 1990
All Rights Reserved

My Thoughts On The Written Word...


Human beings are the most unique of all creatures inhabiting the planet. They posses the ability to see, hear, touch, and feel the world around them. In a society such as found in the United States, humans are actively pursuing careers and caring for their children and families. Many times there is little time left over for the senses; time to stop and 'smell' the roses, time to 'hear' the wind as it rushes through the Autumn leaves, time to 'touch' a good book, or a glass of wine, or another human being. Time to 'feel' what's really going on on the inside. All senses seem to be lost during the comotion of living. Yet, from the beginning when man first walked the earth, he was curious about the world around him and sensed the importance of self expression. Many cave drawings, petroglyhhs, and etchings on the walls of the pyramids are evidence of the ancestral link that we share today when we create. Whether on canvas, bronze, or penned, the artist masters his craft for the enjoyment that his creation brings to self and others. From the first rock held in a human hand to pound out a word, to the computer age that we live in today, man is on a ceaseless journey to create.
Webster's Dictionary describes Poetry as; the art of writing stories, poems and thoughts into verse. A poem is a composition in verse with a language selected for its beauty and sound. There is no schematic about the process of creating a poem. Styles can vary greatly from one poet to the next. the realm of exploration through words is endless. A poem can rhyme with an even flow, or it can be void of rhyme at all, yet still be as equally profound. The poet is an artist who uses language to delight the heart or break it. A poem can relate the harsh truths of life and cover matters such as aids, war, and loneliness. A poem can also be uplifiting and speak of love, hope, and happiness. Normal methods of grammar become taboo as the poet works his craft. Like a fine artist or sculptor, the poet crafts his work with feeling and wonder. He acquires an intimate empathy with what is going on in the poem. If the poet is feeling sadness, those thoughts will prevail in his writings. If the poet is feeling happy, the writings will be uplifting, and so on.
Until the 20th Century, women, although recognized to a greater degree in other creative arts, were still relegated to second place in the field of literature. While there was no end to the number of poets among American women, only the work of a few has survived. One of the most predominant female poets of the 1890's was Emily Dickinson. Ms. Dickinson was considered a momumential genius of her day, because she broke with the tradition of her day and paved the way for modern verse. Although her works remained unrecognized until four years after her death in 1886. Ms. Dickinson clearly brought about the revolution that resulted in modern American poetry.
Sexism played a role in the early history of poetry as well. Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote a famous poem called 'Renascence' which was first published in 1912. Prominent male poets of the day, Witter Brynner and Arthur Davidson, both refused to believe the biographical note because of Ms. Millay's sex and age. They went on to state that "No sweet young thing of twenty could have written a poem with depth and vision of Renascence." They further added,"Ms. Millay is reported to have responded to Mr. Brynner and Mr. Davidson with a letter which stated she, 'simply would not be male!"
In the era which followed WWII and the Korean Conflict, women began to demand equal consideration and recognition in poetry as well in all other areas of human endeavor. The women's liberation movement, the fight for civil rights, and the emergence of black women eager to join the forces with other woman and fight for recognition as poets regardless of sex, spawned a new era in the evolution of modern poetry.
Famous male poet C.S. Lewis published his first poem in 1913, "Quam Bene Saturno," at the age of thirteen. He never tired of the classical poets, and throughout his life wrote poems using pagan deities as spiritual symbols. He also wrote many poems which contained 'thoughtful wishing' as opposed to wishful thinking. He continued to write short lyrics all his life. Mr. Lewis was blessed with a phenomenal memory to remember nearly everything that he read, except for his own writings. Many times when h is very poems were quoted to him, he would ask who the author was.
Poetry has two forms; formal and informal. Most formal poems adhere to conventional rules of thought and flow. The subject matter can vary from romance, reflection, and subjects which stir the mind. Formal poetry is that which is published in books and magazines. Informal poetry is a different form of expression altogether. A good example of informal poetry is cowboy poetry, also known as folk poetry. Although both formal and informal poetry share the same literary aim; the poet is always in search of the best language, the most perfect language for the subject matter and for personal poetic intent. Informal poetry takes a more relaxed approach to expression. Cowboy poetry uses language which reflects light and smell and open places, hard times and soft evenings; a language coded with insider's words, special phrases, and meanings, as well as shared values. The oral tradition of recited poetry has sustained itself almost exclusively in ranching communities. Poems are sometimes published in weeklies and rural intrest magazines, but are mostly created and passed around the campfire, in the bunk house, and on horseback.
For all intents abd purposesthere is a great freedom of expression for the poet. The poet has the ablility to move the heart to a kinder state, or to enrage the mind into a flurry of thouhts. A poem can make you wonder or wander to a place you've never been. it can capture your heart in such a way that the reader will never be the same. A famous saying reads that there is a 'rhyme and reason' to all things. Perhaps the reason for rhymes is to make sense of the senseless and bring purpose to the reason for living. What lies beyond the stone age and age of computers can only be more poems, more poems, and more poems!
Written by
Heart
1994
All Rights Reserved

Sunday, February 3, 2008

A Beauty in Forever
















There is a beauty in forever
A place where sky and land greet each other
Where one can look forever and never see the end
That is a place I have with you!

written by Heart

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Lost in the Sadness




















It is a day to be lost in sadness
And a weariness to my soul
No sweet escape this tragedy
No solace to embrace
I am tired, faint hearted and
miscontent
Wondering why my body fails
And where good health has went
God bring sweet peace to me
Bring me comfort dear
Be not up in Heaven, God
Come to me right here
I trust your wise decisions
That have come into my life
And you will erase my sadness
And bring me through this strife.
written by Heart
2.03.08