I was Swamped Today

I'm sorry to say
I was swamped today.
I did not have time
To relax or Rewind.

Next week, I'll return
With some time to burn,
No looming deadlines,
And no awful rhymes.

Now, I'm off to get
Some much needed rest.
I'm done with this post.
Goodnight... good morning... goodbye.

I Have no Secretary

Hey there, folks! I’m going to be completely honest with you: I don’t want to blog today. I started rambling through a paragraph or two based on one post idea, and then I quit. I’ve been busy. But more importantly, I’ve had quite a few serious posts lately, and I’m tired of being serious. My current list of ideas for future posts are serious, too. I’m almost always reflective in nature, but I don’t feel like using the brain power to sort out those reflections and share them at the moment.

Yet, my schedule has “POST” in big capital letters next to today’s date. So I’m sharing a poem that I wrote a few months ago. It has a double meaning. I’m not sure if you’ll pick up on it, depending on your experiences and knowledge, but it’s no fun if I just reveal everything before you read it. Maybe if someone asks, I’ll tell you in the comments. And the tags kind of give it away.

Let me know what you think!

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“I Have no Secretary”

My friend has a secretary.
She files his memos
In just the right place,
So he can reach them
If he needs them someday.

My friend has a secretary,
So he’s confident.
He need not fear 
That the papers he gathers
Will simply disappear.

My friend has a secretary.
She tells him the time.
She keeps him on track,
And tends to his schedule, 
And helps him switch tasks.

My friend has a secretary.
He thinks everyone does.
She organizes,
She remembers,
So he can live free.

I have no secretary, though
I try to use my clocks.
I try to stay on track
Using whatever means.
With great effort, I switch tasks.

I have no secretary, so
My confidence is low.
Rightfully, I fear
That anything I gather
Could eas’ly disappear.

No, I have no secretary.
I forget to file memos,
At best, they’re out of place,
So I reach desperately
When I need them each day.

My friend has a secretary.
But not everyone does.
I’m disorganized.
Remembering is a great feat.
Sometimes, I wish I were free.

Test Day

Beat.
Beat.
Run.
Run.
Race!
Race!
Jostle, Jitter
-
Pressure


This
That
Here
There
Up
Down
Somewhere, Nowhere
-
Chaos


Breathe
Breathe
Pray
Pray
Map!
Map!
Writing, Working
-
Progress


Choose
Choose
Page
Page
Tick!
Tick!
Quickly, Fully
-
Complete

ARGH

Current Events was fun.
It was interesting.
I liked it.

But then Ms. Halsten
Had to give us a topic
That we have to write about.

I can't find any good articles.
I'm about ready to scream.
If I don't find something good,
I might not complete this thing.

I try to be a good student.
Honest, I try hard.
I turn in my work,
Get a good grade,
And go home with a smile on my face.

This assignment is simply too hard.
It's maddening.
It's a trap.

I want to learn
What I want to learn -
So I won't do this.
I WON'T.

But I like my grades too much
.I enjoy being thought of well.
So I'll continue my search
For a newspaper which
Has exactly what I need.

And meanwhile,
I'll think,
ARGH!

Sleep

Sleep, dear
Sleep, dear,
You are safe
In Dreamland

Sleep, dear,
Sleep, dear,
Keep nasty
Thoughts away

Worry naught,
For troublesome
Thoughts
Never did any good

The future
Is scary
The past,
Beyond reach

So run
To dreamland
And leave
Hardship
Behind

Sleep, dear,
Sleep, dear,
All night
And all day

Sleep, dear,
Sleep, dear,
Brush the world
Away

If Only

If Only
__If only they knew me
__If only they understood
__If only they saw my feelings.

__If only I thought
__If only I could
__If only I saw them

__If only murder was not
__If only life was loved
__If only the world was right
_________If Only

The Day is Dimming

The day is dimming.
Night is coming.
Panic wells up.
As the sun begins to fade.

I chase it,
Grasping at rays of light,
Willing a bit to stay
Before hope is gone for good.

You can't hold light.
It won't
Be contained
By human hands.

Darkness threatens
To overcome me.
I pray the Lord
Will hold the sun.

Christmas is Coming

I actually wrote this on December 1, but I wasn't sure at the time that I wanted to post it.
'Tis the season to be jolly,
To decorate with greens and holly.
Does anyone remember where it started?
Or the sacred day in symbolizes?
May You be glorifed,
Your name be praise.
Forgive me, I ask, for my selfishness.
I wish to repent and start anew.
For the seanon is not about me.
It's about You.
The sacrifice You gave
Is greater thatn they say:
You lived and died,
Yet there is so much more.
Your name be praised!
You, God, a mighty warrior,
Left behind Your place.
You steeped down from Your throne
And gave up Your riches.
Humble and generous,
You descended to earth,
Settled in ith Mary
Until Your day came.
Born in a stable,
It was but the beginning
Of a life spent poor.
You grew up to be spit on,
Were whipped an nailed,
And went even lower,
Down to hell.
You came and You conquered.
You rose the third day.
And what thanks did we give You?
How grateful were we?
We replaced You with Santa,
And the Easter Bunny.
Yes, Christmas is coming,
The season joy and good cheer.
Don't let us forget You,
Not this year.

My Christmas List

I want it all to go away -
The darkness, the shame.
I want Your name to be praised -
Glory

And if it's not too much to ask,
What I really would like
Is for this sadness to leave,
And Your joy to shine forth.

'Cause Christmas is coming,
Yet I've got a short list.
Yes, there's some worldly things on there,
But that's not it.

I want the world transformed.
I want it all fixed.
It's hard to be patient
For Your promise.

The depravity -
It irks me -
It makes me want to cry.

I can hardly wait
For Your day,
When light shines forth
To every corner,
And sin's gone away.

'Cause Christmas is coming,
Yet I've got a short list.
Yes, there's some worldly things on there,
But that's not it.

When will Your peace come?
When will Your joy shine forth?
When will love be all
That's known?

The disease of the world
Is spreading in me.
I want to be healed -
Oh, please.

Fix it -
God, I'm begging.
Let the Truth be known
Soon.

The weight of the world
Is bearing down on me.
Though the burden's not mine
To bear... Lord, help.

I want it all to go away -
The darkness, the shame.
I want Your name to be praised -
Glory.

That's my Christmas List.

I Got a Facebook

I got a facebook.
It is confusing. Very confusing.
I don't understand.
But I guess I will soon.
I don't want to spend all my time on it.
I don't want to be obsessed.
I don't know that I want this facebook.
Yet I have it.
So that's that.

Stress

The stress of the world
Is to much to bear.
I am overwhelmed.
I wish I didn't care.

Even my dreams are stressful.
I toss and turn all night.
Still, sleep is beter that life,
For there I win the fight.

"Be anxious for nothing,"
The Bible says.
"Ask, and it will be given."
So I ask for peace.

Calm my pounding heart.
Unfold my tense chest.
Give me peace
As I face this test.

My fears have no foundation,
For I always survive.
In fact, most of the time,
I thrive.

With the help of the Father,
I will face my life.
I'll overcome my panic
To be rid of inner strife.

I Want to Write

I want to write a new story.
Something filled with suspense, fantasy, and love.
I have a million ideas
But nowhere to go.

A princess, a prince,
And a villain so cruel.
A hero with wings,
Or no powers at all.

Illness, death;
So many paths to take!
A battle, a duel,
An emotional maze.

Slavery or oppression?
Sword or arrows?
Brown hair or blonde?
And how many pages?

Should I write a sequel,
Or introduce new characters?
Should there be sisters and brothers?
Or shall she be an orphan?

This is my creative outlet.
I just have one problem:
What story must become tangible?
And which one must lay in the dark?

Different

I'm different then the others
Few people understand
I live by rules
And I love to learn

Being different is hard.
I don't enjoy the same things.
I exclude myslf from them.
Surrounded by friends but alone.
My life.

My best friend is my mother.
My second best has moved.
I struggle to be understood,
But my peers cannot.

I care about school.
Is that so hard to respect?
Lonliness encases me,
And stress has followed.

Does anyone have the same cares?
Who but Mom shares my burden?
To be different is difficult.
Even accompanied by love.

Separate, I cry.
Alone, I think.
I praise and I beg.
O, Father, help me.

I am different.

Live With. Live Alone.

Run from the world
Run and be hid
No responsibility
No worries
No fear

Ignore your troubles
Leave them behind
Flee from the crowd
Don’t need them
Don’t care

Crawl into your safe spot
Dream a fantasy
Go far far away
To your land
Alone

Does real life really matter?
Do I need to care?
Don’t think
Don’t feel
Pretend

Go away, world
Leave me alone
Let me fold into a ball
And sleep

Stop knocking
You’re not welcome
I told you to go
Thinking is hard
Life is too full

I know the world can be good
I know I shouldn’t shun
Yet caring is work
I’m too tired to care
Later; Come back later

Friends so kind
Friends so loud
Sweet
Frustrating
Unknown

Let them in
Say hello
You can leave them later
Smile
Laugh and play

Joke with them
Be social
Converse and work
Part of the world
Think

By yourself later
Meditate on truth
Be grateful for those you love
Before you leave
The world

Then be alone
Then don’t think
Then laze around
Then leave
You can pretend

I Miss You

I miss your smile
I miss you jokes
I miss your play
And hearing your thoughts

I didn't think
It would be this hard
With you there
And me here

I know there's a reason
I know there's a purpose
So I thought I'd be
..........................Prepared

I can't understand
.................Though I want to
I can't make it change
.................Though I miss you

I can, however, visit
And you can visit me
Why can't time tick faster,
Then slow when we're together?

I've survived
I've got God
And we'll see eachother
Soon

You hold on
I'll hold on
We'll both hold on
'til then

Even Half

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I recently went down to LA. While there, I wrote a couple poems, and I would like to share one of them here.

Even Half

What a sad world we live in
With many poor and some rich
We live only miles from the needy
Yet often forget to care

We go on trips with our church,
We have a blast helping out
Then go home and getlazy and
Let others do what matters

If even half ofthe rich
Honestly cared
And did more than throw money
Around

If we helped more than on Christmas
If we built friendship and love
If even half of us put
Ourselves into it fully

If we loved without judging
If we did hug and converse
If we gave two kinds of food;
Both bread and the Truth

If even half of us showed
That we really cared
The world would be different
A place where love is shared.

They're Leaving

Sad
And lonely.
Will all my friends move away?
Fear
As old friendships
Seem to whither to nothing.

First Danielle
Now maybe Sarah
Allan and Cavan too.
Will I be all alone?
The only one in this school?

We need perseverance
And loyalty.
To get through
To make this happen.

They have ideas
I hope will fail
'Cause I don't want them to leave.

I'll be homesick
In my own home.

Alone.

Chivalry

I wrote this poem a few month ago. I may as well post it, since I have nothing else to write.

Chivalry
Young men,
Do you realize how chivalry makes us feel?
Do you realize how you touch our hearts?
When you open the door, pull out a chair,
Or apologize with a rose,
It warms me up,
Places a smile on my face.

Every courteous and thoughtful thing
Gives girls a pleasure, a special feeling.
We love it when you joke,
When you make us laugh.
We like it when you treat
What we say with respect.

But what really gets us,
What we appreciate,
What we want the most,
Is when you treat us like ladies,
When you do the little things,
When you let us go first,
Or consider our needs.

So, boys, next time you see a girl
Struggling with a load,
Open the door,
Or better yet,
Carry her books for her.

Don’t let chivalry die.
For our sake, keep it alive.
Show us girls
Some gentleman’s care
And know
You have touched a life.