More Poetry and Songs
Louder than Words
1-27-2003
Actions speak louder than words,
But sometimes we need those more
When your heart beats like wings of birds
You know what it takes to make spirits soar.
Just look in my eyes
Put a hand on my cheek
You don't have to say a lot just speak
The words in your heart
That you're longing to say
It's not that tough-
Don't be afraid.
Don't be ashamed to let your feelings show
If you're true to your word
Then I'll never go;
Just let me know
How you feel
When I look into your eyes.
Let me see your love
And hear the words
I cry for.
Actions speak louder than words,
But sometimes we need those more
When your heart beats like wings of birds
You know what it takes to make spirits soar.
Here's one for my ancestor, Marquise de Lafayette, who, from the richest family in France gave his great fortune and sacrificed his title for the cause of creating the United States. This black musketeer (king's guard), and descendent of a soldier in the army of Joan of Arc, was a dreamer, and knew that duty holds no allegience but to doing what one knows to be right in their heart. He became Washington's friend and helped fight for and found our country in our Revolutionary War, only to return to his homeland and be thrown in jail where his wife demanded to be imprisoned too (I wish I could find someone so devoted!). He was eventually released and lived out his life a hero gaining a warmer welcome in the US than the president because of his generosity and sacrifices for the country that saved countless American lives- we were losing the war before he arrived with an army and weapons, all paid for by him. Now he is all but forgotten, it seems- even by teachers who only know of him as "someone who came from France and helped out a bit."
LaFayette
12-14-2002
His parents dead,
His homeland he fled
When he heard of the New World's plight
He purchased some ships and gathered his men
To set sail and join freedom's fight.
The marquis set out to fight for free
Against the will of his majesty
He set to sail with a great army
To win a land her liberty
In the new world he was quite bold
And shed his blood, not for gold
But for freedom;
Though only twenty years old.
He forsook his his ties
Knowing true nobility lies
In the heart not in a title
Great fortunes he gave
For a new flag to wave;
The aid- so incredibly vital.
A general they made him;
More sacrifices were made
When he declined a salary
And his own men he then paid!
In many battles his efforts proved true
Victories were won
For the red, white, and blue.
Eventually the war would come to an end
And Washington would miss his friend.
Congress set out to do a good deed
For the man who saw their country freed
They gave him reward, but greatest of presents
Was to call he and his line all citizens.
On return to France a jailed hero he was
For fighting for such noble a cause.
Eventually released, exiled at home
This rebel forgotten, still a hero to some.
I originally wrote "Can A Dream Come True?" as an acronym poem and gave it the same title, but I decided to make a new poem as a revision and direct that question somewhere...
To My Heart
12-12-2002
Certainly, I'll wait for her:
Angel of our dreams,
Never quite within our reach-
And closer than she seems.
Dare I trust you, Heart-
Revealing how weak we feel,
Echoing of madness,
A hope that dreams are real?
Might you one day make us ask
Could she be the one?
Or would you just lie broken-
Maybe too far gone
Escaping in this fantasy-
The one place we've found hope?
Rest Heart, for the truth I know:
Under the blanket of this dream,
Even tears must go.
Here's a villanelle poem, reportedly more difficult than a sonnet because of the restrictions in the rhyme/repitition.... I had to write it for a poetry class I decided to take. The class and teacher always seems to tear my stuff apart because I like to rhyme when I write and they see that as childish for some stupid reason... no appreciation for old style poetry... they're all about the modern stuff that doesn't rhyme or even necessarily flow. Just whatever words that get slapped down on paper- like modern art or something, I suppose.
Run For Your Dreams
12-12-02
In the darkness, go,
Your life has not been fair.
On the path of dreams you know
That will make your heartbeat slow
When you are almost there,
In the darkness, go.
Let all of your pain show
Unbridled; a free mare
On the path of dreams you know.
When the sun has fallen low
Do not a moment spare;
In the darkness, go.
A dying breeze will blow
And rustle through your hair
On the path of dreams you know.
You will cease to grow
When you have ceased to care-
In the darkness, go
On the path of dreams you know.
Can A Dream Come True?
9-26-2002
Could I ever hope to find her;
A girl in dreams I see-
Not afraid to give her heart
And always stay with me?
Daring to expose my soul
Ripping off a mask,
"Excuse me miss
Are you true love,"
Might I one day ask?
Carrying on I'm still alone
One more year goes by
"Might I ever meet her,"
Every night I cry.
There is one place where I find hope;
Rest and peace I know.
Under the blanket of a dream
Even tears must go.
Modern Day Knight
9-9-2002
Morose, I walk through life
Overlooking my thoughts, all
Dreams of another time.
Everything is different.
Reality is definitely
Not as it should be
Days of chivalry
Are long gone
Yet still I
Kneel for a cause-
Never giving up.
I was born out of time
Growing up behind the
Heavy armor of life's
Troubles.
Shades
9-9-2002
They are a black pair of alien eyes;
Dark mirrors that show no soul.
Like a black hole they suck away light,
Though my vision escapes their prison
There is no sign of my gentle eyes-
Cool, inflexible but weak arms keep them hidden
From the punishment of the sun and
From the admiration of a woman.
I take them off when I walk indoors.
Thinking of a place to stick them I fidget.
I do not want to jam them in my pocket-
They would break!
I stick their arm in my mouth for a long second to deliberate
The taste of plastic is overpowering so...
I jam them in my pocket.
Surprise!
They don't break this time.
I shrug off my luck and move on...
Daylight-Darkness
9-9-2002
DAYLIGHT.
Awkward frustration,
Resisting the urge to flinch,
Knowing I have no choice-
No other outcome available...
Eventually I reach
Sanctuary;
Sunglasses.
Knight
9-9-2002
Kneeling before God
No fear of death
Instincts lead me through the
Gauntlet of life;
Honor
Truth
Cursor
9-8-2002
Chasing around the screen window
Under a thin layer of plastic
Racing in every direction
Slowing to click-click;
Only stopping to
Reboot.
"Edmund Dantès, You Are Quite Free to Go"
9-3-2002
"Edmund Dantès, you are quite free to go
No longer need you spend another day
Suffering in this dark abode.
We have discovered an error,
Of your innocense we are sure.
Come, your bride to be is waiting,
Right away and without demur."
"Oh, thank you kind sir!
My prayer's answered-
My dreams have come true!
Surely my friends have saved me!
Mercédès, I come to you!"
The sun just having risen
Casts poor light to Dantès' eye
And madness sinks into his heart,
Though released in his anguished cry.
Edmund Dantès has just been awakened
To face again another dreary day
Where dreams can ones sanity rend.
Edmund Dantès, you are quite free to go.
Is That You in the Picture? (#2)
8-24-2002
Is that you in the picture
Or is it me?
I've never met you-
Yet have I not gazed upon your
countenance
when I looked in the mirror?
From your blood did I develop
Time has exposed me,
And by trials I have been
cropped
I won't turn out so negative
When a harsh attention is focused
on me.
I am not just a print of a reel-
I am an original,
A work, at work,
In progress to some destination to be
shown
To the world
and applauded.
"Is That You In The Picture?"
8-24-2002
"Is that you in the picture?"
I have often been asked
Before retelling the tale
Of which I've been tasked
This task is not a burden,
But more of a joy, you see-
To tell a story of the blood
That's so much a part of me.
When I was in the sixth grade
Before I saw his face
I stood before a mirror and
On my head the same hairdo did I place
The years reeled by in ignorance
Of the photo that's now exposed-
On the other half of my family
The door of divorce had been closed.
Onde day I set forth to discover
A buried treasure, to see
The memories of my grandmother
That she could impart to me.
"At the gates of World War Two
The pharmacist's mate stood
The flaming waters of Pearl Harbor
Could temper not his mood,
For at peril were his comrades
Flailing in the sea-
So, diving in to save them
Was sacred, his duty.
From the maw of death he pulled twelve men
Safely back to shore.
The Navy Cross they gave him,
For unquestionable valour."
Though I never met this man
I've a reprint of his heart
For whatever challenge is thrown my way
I never fear to start.
The lens of time distorted,
I'm older than he was then
Though the call of blood to service
Has been answered once again.
When You Meet Me
8-20-2002
Looking to my future,
Not knowing what I see,
Longing for true love
Seems my destiny.
Though now I have the courage
To swallow all my tears
And take a chance to ask her out
And face all of my fears.
It just seems there's noone here
Who is close enough a match-
Someone to share my hopes and dreams
Would be the perfect catch.
Someone to be a shoulder for
Someone to be mine
When all the world would let us down
Then we would still be fine
If I could ever find a woman's heart
So warm like Summer days
I'd give my love forever,
And treasure her always.
So if my words have touched you
And your beating heart replies,
Tell me that you will be true
And don't your heart disguise.
Let me know how kind you are
Let me see your heart-
For I've been hurt in my past
And been torn apart.
Show me that you care for me,
None have done so before,
And I will give you all my love
And always give you more.
Step forward when you meet me
Look into my eyes
Say you want to be together
And don't apologize.
Anyone Can Write
7-13-2002
Anyone can write like I do
If only they would choose to.
The world it much betters
To cast off your fetters
(And have fun with letters),
So now I leave it to you!
You've got to just be silly every now and then and try this... It takes a quick wit to keep up a meaningful conversation with someone who just thinks you're weird, but it's good brain exercise. :) I was going for quite some time before I thought of a fun way out.
Rhyme
7-13-2002
I have taken a vow to speak only in rhyme
For the next hour or so, if you would keep time
And if I cannot think of words to say
Then in silence will I delay
Perhaps I'll try to make it all day
But then again...
I sat at breakfast reading all the quotes by famous people they put on a box of raisin bran, and as a result gained a bowl of soggy cerial, and this poem... Which is better, I leave to how you feel at the moment.
Raisin Bran
7-13-2002
You know someday,
That something I say
Will be on a box of raisin bran.
Some might seek to avoid temptation
But no matter the origin or destination
While breakfast they eat they'll find inspiration!
But if I'm not famous
I'll not make a fuss
If they print the words "I think I can."
This one goes out to anyone who ever put me down:
I've Come a Long Way
7-5-2002
Your words never meant a thing to me
I'm tougher than you believed.
Knock me down but I'm here to stay
No matter what you say...
I've come a long way
From the little boy you picked on
Who was always in a book
And pretended not to notice
When you gave a dirty look
The teacher always called me
And I tried to hide the shame
When I was last picked on the team
Whenever we played a game.
On the playground
The bullies beat me up
You called me names
But now all of you look up.
Maybe you don't regret it now
But I've forgiven you
I've left behind that life and
All the pain caused by you.
This isn't a song for vengeance
I'm just clearing out my head
Of the times you said those mean things
And wished that I were dead.
I've got a better life
A brighter future
And now that I'm in shape
You can't push me down anymore
Or call me a big ape.
All the names you called me
Sure, they left their scars
But I'm never gonna cave in
Until I reach the stars.
Just remember it's your karma
When you wash and wax my car.
I've come a long way
From the little boy you picked on
Who was always in a book
And pretended not to notice
When you gave a dirty look.
There is No Other
7-4 and 7-5-2002
I can't take it anymore
Nothing's been the same
Since you walked out of that door
I can't live my life without you
I'm drowning in my tears
I wish I could have held you close
Every day for all those years
Ever since you left me
I have felt alone
This emptiness inside me
Has cut me to the bone
So whereever you might be
However far away
Just think about our dreams
And come back to me today
The words they might seem ordinary
And looking to the future scary,
But please just take this chance
And renew again our romance.
There is no other
Who could love you like I do
The good and the bad times
Are all a dream come true.
For where else could we find
Someone who understands
And treasures each moment
And always holds our hands.
You make each moment
A precious memory
I want to add some new ones
To my treasury.
So why must I wake up alone
Why do I cry these tears
Why won't you come back (to me)
After all these years?
I know that if you trust me
It will be worthwhile
Cause I would do most anything
Just to see you smile.
I know that up above
There's a heaven to which we look
No matter how much I write of my love for you
I'll never finish the book
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