Archive for Poems
Poetry Train….
Unicorn and King
It seems a foolish thing
To dream of unicorns and Kings.
To understand the voice of the clouds
As if they were talking out loud.
But what seems foolishness to some
Is ordinary life to one.
What dreams dance upon the air
Will allow only one to care.
Dare to hope that knowledge comes
With the rising of the sun.
Because with light, life might grow
Love might have a willingness to show.
Endlessly falling drops of rain,
Shower a heart with mists of pain.
Endlessly flowing icy breeze
Can cause a heart to freeze.
Mouth breaking into a welcoming smile
Can make up for that extra mile.
A being with a single horn
Can only be that faithful unicorn.
The King graces the palace of dreams,
While the unicorn sits and schemes.
What may seem foolish to some,
Is ordinary life for me.
TA Chase (c)2007
Remembering….
Sand cried
Water bled
Sky screamed
Rocks hid.
Legs trembled
Hands clenched
Teeth bit
Eyes burned.
Crosses stand
Stars reflect
Flags wave
Freedom reigns.
Hope everyone has a great Memorial Day and thank you to all those who have served.
Manic Monday..Poetry Train
It’s Monday..which means two things.First, STEALING LIFE is live. Can’t wait to hear from everyone about whether or not you liked the expanded version of SL. Run and buy it. 🙂
Second, it’s poetry time again. Now remember I don’t usually write happy poems. Most are really rather depressing…lol. So I’ve dug through my stuff, trying to find the least depressing ones and to be honest, it didn’t really work.
Here you go:
Foolish to believe
That dreams would live
In the fragile nerves of our Minds.
Placing them there was
Never the spot for them.
Putting them in words on Paper
Or in paint on canvas
That is where dreams should live.
Instead because we are selfish,
We lock our dreams away
In prisons of flesh and blood.
Lock them away and only let
Them out when we chose to see.
No one else can be inspired by them.
No one else could possibly understand them.
Foolish to believe that our
Dreams are so important they could affect the
World so much that we must hide them
Away before they hurt someone.
Hiding them will only hurt the prisons they hide in.
Our dreams will beat and tear to be free.
Our dreams long to breath air,
To live a life that is full.
Locking dreams away is
Tearing wings from butterflies
One wing at a time.
Hope this isn’t too depressing for a Monday. Enjoy your day and don’t forget to stop by LSB later on tonight to pick up a copy of Stealing Life.
Poetry
Okay, so I noticed on Rhian’s blog that on Mondays, she posts some of her poetry. Then, being the observant person I am, I saw several other people are doing it as well. I thought I can do this. I’ve got tons of bad poetry sitting around my house…lol. I can inflict it on people.
But what I’m posting today isn’t just a poem. It’s part of a WIP I have. The WIP is called His Heart’s Home. The third book in the Home series. (I don’t have Tony’s story finished yet-in case you’re wondering…lol)
His Heart’s Home is the story of Max (whose last name escapes me at the moment). He’s the foreman at Tony’s ranch. Max gets to babysit Derek St. Martin. Derek’s the biggest country star in the music industry at the moment. Derek’s on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Fame and fortune is eating him alive.
This is a song Derek writes for Max.
Tamed
Not a care in the world,
I ran wild and free.
Believed happiness was
Living only for the moment.
Didn’t need a soul mate
Except for a night.
Never wanted more.
Never saw the point.
You caught my eye,
Standing silent
In a crowd of people
Screaming my name.
A scarred hand
Reached
A soft word
Spoken.
And with a gentle touch,
You tamed me.
With a whispered word,
You chained me.
I haven’t figured out how to link to any of the other people who do this, but if you hop over to Rhian’s, she has a list and if you’re interested in joining in, she has the linky thing where you can get added to the list. 🙂
Hope you all had a wonderful Mother’s Day.
Wednesday’s Words….
I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall
To hear my music in its louder parts
Ere they went onward, each one to the mart’s
Or temple’s occupation, beyond call.
But thou, who, in my voice’s sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art’s
Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot
To hearken what I said between my tears, . . .
Instruct me how to thank thee ! Oh, to shoot
My soul’s full meaning into future years,
That they should lend it utterance, and salute
Love that endures, from Life that disappears !
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
****Keep all the families of the victims at Virginia Tech and also the family of the gunman in our prayers*****
Writing has been going well. The curve Stakel threw me two days ago has been incorporated into the story. I hope it makes it better. 🙂
Have a good day, everyone.
Wednesday’s Words
How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Hope you have a great day.
