What is Poetry???
What is Poetry?
People's thoughts thinly layed out
tossed, thrown
without regard??
What is Poetry?
Words that sneak, slide
Slithering slowly
growing with pace
guiding onto the dark, dingy dirt.
What is Poetry?
Picked up, Propped up
then sorted into meaning??
Is poetry for you and me?
Or is poetry for all to see
the way You view Life,
Percieve Life
Live Life
Will Poetry die with me?
or shall I be the one
To set it free??
Scribbled in in text
Arranged in memory
Walking
Feeling
Percieving all that can be
Will be
That is..
Poetry is You and me...
written 6/24/99 by me Copyright Š1999 Donna Elliott all rights reserved.

The Butterfly
Air between it's wings
She flys with swift execution
Gently she lands
Looking at life
Mountians of majestic beauty
She ponders on perhaps
Her meaning
Why am I here she wonders?
To show love and loyalty?
To bring out the best in people?
or am I only here as an ordament
To fly around merely for that sole purpose?
Why are my wings clipped?
I fly only so far then I stop
looking around she finds a spot to rest again...
We all have purposes
yet they never always get accomplished
Do I serve a purpose
DO I make others happy?
Look at the child chasing me around
the woman wondering when
I will rest apon the flower petal.

Looking at her sliky knit wings
Full of vibrant colors
Of golds as bright as the sunset
Red as deep as blood
She see's her purpose
Make others happy
Put others first
beauty is blessed
when it comes from withen
Looking around she see's
many butterflies bounded and grounded
flying high apon the sky
She circles then and chants
To Be FREE to Be A Butterfly
Written6/20/99 by meCopyright Š1999 Donna Elliott all rights reserved.

Your Voice
When the child is Scared
the voice calmed her
Assuring her of peace
Holding her hands
the voice violently takes all
measures to protect her from harm
The voice is peaceful
the voice will always remain.
Silent yet strong
It still guides her threw the lifes obstacles
Directing her over the obstacles and hurdles
that life throws at her..
When she is sad she sits silently
at the grave and grows in strength
Hearing him tell her he loved her
remebering his warmth and wisdom
his strength and serenity
His Love and Laughter
the tick toc of time
In the the pocketwatch he held
dear and near to his heart..
For he was her protector
he was the only one
There for her.
His love will last a life time
His voice will remain always
She crys and reaches out for his hugs
She would give up herlife to be with him
Just 5 more mins.
to see his smile
to feel his feelings
To tellhim how much she misses him
When he died..She died also
For he was her life
He was her everything
He was her Grandfather...
She will always remain HIS DAISY
written by me 6/19/99 Copyright Š1999 Donna Elliott all rights reserved.

Dying

Sitting by your side
I see the pain in your eyes.
Times and years of torment
are about to mount up
in one last stand.
Decisions of yesterday
are going to be your destiny
for today...
Helpless and week
Your helpless body
aches to be strong.

You look into my eyes
and see the life You once had
is the life I posses today.
Gently I hold your hand.
Trying to reasure you
that You will live another day.
You look out the window
The tree's swaying in the wind.
Ruffling the girl's bonnet
as she swings on the old
oak tree.
I use to be that way.
You say to me
I use to have fun and enjoy life.
You look toward me
Caughing frantically
I reach towards the cabinet..
To help her get her medication..
Handing her medicine
To her weakend hands..
I can't help but to cry..
Tears of desperation, hopefullness
anger, and aggression..
One moment of passion
One moment of pure unbridled love
One moment of weekness
Led her to this....
She looks at me then is gone
In a instant her soul is
transcended to the heavens
She is dead.
Her past caught up to her
Aids

Written by me June 17,1999Copyright Š1999 Donna Elliott all rights reserved.

I do not believe in Love Your Love

Your Love does not exist
Your love is incapable
of touching me
holding me
needing me
comforting me
Your love
is hurtful
vengeful
spiteful
You never seem to care
You play me for a fool
Then you laugh into the air
Words of so called wisdom
of experience
and caution
You look into my eyes
and see your own reflection........

Written by me 6/14/99Copyright Š1999 Donna Elliott all rights reserved.

?IS THERE A HEAVEN?
Do You believe in Heaven?
Does the sky reach to heaven?
Streets of gold
Gleaming like the sun smiling down
On a warm summer day
ARe there twelve gates?
With the names of the twelve tribes
of Isearal on them?
Does the twelve gates have twelve pearls on them?
Are the Houses like mansions?
Walls of Jasper
Ruby and vibrant
Shades of crimson red full of
Bright joyful shades smiling towards me.
Am I forever eternal?
Washed from my inequities
Made whole because You died on the cross for me...
Will I be made whole again?
free of ache and pains?
Will I see my savior
Who has died for me?
Can I see my family? Is Grandpa here?
All for me? How , why, .....
I hear a voice......
The sky opens up and gleams down towards me
I am the ALPHA and the OMEGA
THE BEGINNING and the END..
I start to cry
Tears stream down
Forming into the Puddles of Joy
I finally realize ...
HE DIED FOR ME SO THAT I COULD LIVE FOREVER
IF only I confess my beliefs and ask for forgivness
HE can be withen in me ..
.....Forever
ETERNITY........
written 6/25/99by me Copyright Š1999 Donna Elliott all rights reserved.