Poetry Revised

Recently I have accumulated enough poems I have written, and I'm getting them printed for a manuscript.
Which I will then try and get published, I'm being pessimistic about it, but I still hope :-)
But these are two Cinquains that I rewrote as Gogyohkas, I think they sound better this way :-)

Fooled You





Tall policeman coming toward me


his eyes squint, mine widen


he stops in front of me and takes my arm


my heart flutters in my chest


he leans down, "Hey beautiful"












The Many Forms of Love

Couple standing near by


their holdings hands, he rubs her arm


looking in his eyes, she smiles warmly


I'm grinning to myself seeing this cute scene


I'm thinking 'kiss her'.......he does






I still smile remembering what inspired me to write that last one :-)

Watching and Waiting

watching and waiting


for the time to come,


when I can look in his eyes


and see my future and his love,


oh what a wonderful day that will be

Who? Me?!

walking through the parking lot



sun shining, cold wind blowing


two guys walk past laughing


"look at that chick!"


what! who, me?

Winters War

Sometimes the cold can seem alive
Avid in her pursuit of dominion and power
Undaunted by her victims armor
Of blanket and fire


Even the trees, mighty and strong
Succumb to her penetrating gaze
Her ally, the wind, helps in her quest
Blowing her soldiers, ice, through the sky


She continues her assault, seemingly winning
But a time will eventually come, when even she
Cannot win against the warmth of summer, her enemy
For the consuming heat is just as avid in his quest 


For who are we to battle such powers?
Their Master, eternal, powerful and mighty
Controls their every gust, their every move
We fight with what we can, but it as yet, an unwinnable battle


Their Master, though He is never seen
His gaze cuts across the land 
Knowing our every move, our every counter attack
But our attacks, our skirmishes, are useless


We do them not for the purpose to overthrow
But to simply combat the weapon
Of the enemy that will never be beat
But then again, this was never truly a battle


To be a battle, one side must have a chance of winning
And we are yet to find any true defense against
Something so powerful, but controlled by something
Even more powerful, more omnipresent


The battle will always be fought, always tried to be won
But only a few truly know that fighting is useless
That it was never truly a battle at all
Simply the people trying to protect themselves 


But here I have written, such a long
And quite useless poem, to try my best
To get across a few simple ideas, how well have I done?
I have yet to tell.


A lesson, He sees ALL, He hears ALL
A lesson, we fight against those that need not be fought against
A lesson, though it hurts or is uncomfortable now
It will not be forever, a Glorious End will soon come

Verse

Twirling around under the sky   

Arms stretched out wide

Smiling and laughing

Under the warm May sun

Turning and skipping around

Holding her hand tight

Little sister and I begin

To kick up the flower petals

Red and purple, blue and yellow

Soft velvet masterpiece

Scatter about in the air

Smiling and laughing, we turn home 

Quatrain

Small and round

I'm looking through

What I have found

This little drop of dew 

Tanka

Life can be so hard


So full of pain and hardship


But the promise He


Will never leave nor forsake


Is our constant strong fortress

Not quite so Cinquain, Thursday

Ok, so as I mentioned last week, I am aiming to try and get a book of poems published. Half of which will be Cinquains, but some poems as well. So I decided it will no longer be Cinquain Thursday, but, shall I call it.....
Creative Writing Thursday?
Ya, I think that sounds good huh?
So, without further ado, the poem for today!

My King


I lived, I walked His path
But now I have died,
my life is ended.
My soul His to receive.


I am fading away,
Oh, but I see a face,
one so glorious is shines.
It shines with a perfect beauty.


He is taking my hand,
leading me above.
Where I will be forever,
Home, Home with my King




I am not one to toot my own trains horn, but there has always been something about this particular poem that almost tears me up. To truly think about it, Home, to think about going where you know you truly belong, Home with my King. It is breathtaking to feel this way, to think upon the future where you leave this world behind, along with family and friends who will grieve you going. But at the same time you rejoice, because you are finally going where you truly belong, Home with my King.


Well, if you care to go back and look, I had previously posted this poem, earlier this year. But you will see I have revised it, I think this one flows better.

Graveyard

I would not wish to be buried among you cold lifeless things, hard blocks, 
meant for memory, but remind us only of those lost. 
No desire have I to be added in among you, alone and forgotten.
Scattered to the wind, with no earthly body left behind, that is how I wish to fade away.
Created from dust, to dust shall I return.

Just something that unraveled in my mind the other day, I think it sprang from my own desire not to be buried in the ground.
Is this morbid of me? To be thinking about the state in which I wish to be made after death? I don't know, but this is the poem- like writing that came from it.

Fooled You [13]

Tall cop

Striding at me

His eyes squint, mine widen

Stops in front of me, holds my arm

"Hey hon"





I started labeling these by number because I am going to turn it into a book when I get about a hundred Cinquains written. [Maybe I'll try and get a book of poetry published, who knows, maybe I'll turn into an author after all.]
So why do I do them on Thursdays? I don't know, I just like Thursday =)

Cinquain-Thursday [12]

Sunset

Orange and pink

Clouds drift on the sky

God's beautiful handiwork

Awing

Cinquain-Thursday [11]

Laughter


Emanates out


Of the two story house


Hosting Stacie's tenth birthday bash


Fun fun





*No Stacies' where stalked in the writing of this cinquain :P

Cinquain-Thursday [10]

Black knight

Stands on the street

Met by our white hero

Swords clash, one stands victorious

Town cheers





I have neglected to write in a whole week :(
I just have had a very boring summer, so nothing to write about. Although I am going on a two day camping trip tomorrow morning, sleeping in tents, and kayaking miles down a river =) I am very exited. That should give me a good post =)

Cinquain-Thursday [9]

Standing

Watching you look

At that sunset, amazed

A look of awe shines on your face

Beauty  

Cinquain-Thursday [7]

Birdy




Flying on by


Covered in black feathers




Shiny and sleek, pointy beak face


Cawing






I am posting this early because I am uber busy this week, got a puppet show to practice doncha know ;)

Cinquain-Thursday [6]

Nighttime

Shadows moving

Wind whistles through the trees

I'm shaking, what lurks in the dark?

Then.......BOO!!!

Cinquain-Thursday [5]

Couple


standing close by


holding hands, rubs her arm


looking in his eyes, she smiles


kiss her

Cinquain-Thursday [4]

Posted early, because I will be gone all week.

Lonely

Abandoned by,

Or just lost? You tell me

I guess only you know why, right?

Do you?

Wet grains

Soft underneath

Shoes in hand, walking along

Following footprints in the sand

Grinning

Cinquain-Thursday [3]

Running


Late for my work


Collide, papers flutter


Sorry's, pardons, even more late


Rushing 

Memories Are All That is Left

What do you do when someone you love dies?
What do you do when all that is left of them are memories?
What do you do when you want to comfort, but feel none yourself?
What do you do when you feel like you need to cry, but the tears will not come?
Pray, and find peace and comfort in Christ.