Poetry Night

Pull out your coffee mugs, your snapping fingers, and your bean bag chair...it's poetry night! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is poetry night! I read Lee McD's blog earlier and his words just inspired me to write. I figured while I was at it I would share a few other's I've written--before my writer's block occurred. Enjoy, comment, & hopefully be inspired.

Untitled, until I know your name (6/23/06)

Everything happens for a reason
I guess that's why we've yet to meet
There are greater hands and greater plans
Over our heads , under His feet
I've messed up a time or two
But now I'll wait with patient eyes
Save my love and save my future
With my heart set towards the skies

Only peace from God can win me
His perfect love protects my soul
My heart is hidden in His hands
For my love to Him you'll go
So seek His word and seek His purpoose
While you wait to see my face
I pray that you will love me
But next to God, I'm second place

We'll begin with a seed of friendship
And we'll watch it grow with time
With God's Light and loving care
One faithful day I'll call you mine
But until we see that coming day
When God allows our love to bloom
I pray that God will bless your life
And hope He brings you to me soon


The Beauty of the Moon (12/21/2005)


The moon waxes and wanes with the fading of the days
Dancing in and out of sight with every changing phase
Depending on the sun for her inconsistent light
She cannot find the source within so she may shine as bright
Why must the moon seek light from an outward source,
Why is her beauty hidden with such a great remorse?

When the moon is full, with her borrowed light
She can make one stop and stare as she shines all through the night
Her beauty isn=t hidden when the sun gives all
But when the sun is absent, darkness soon will fall
The moon is new with the absence of her sun
But she continues looking for the light from her only one

The moon cannot appreciate the phase when she is new
A time to search for light within, instead of being blue
She only looks for brighter nights when her sun gives light at last
Even if the light is duller than the past
She takes what she can get, holds dear her crescent phase
Even when the sun gives her these lesser rays

So sad, the beauty of the moon cannot be independent
The concept of her own light seems utterly transcendent
I wish that she could see the inner beauty that she hides
Can she not see her reflection in the waters of the tides?
Until the day she sees the beauty on her own
The moon will shine with borrowed light as she has always shone.

I wrote this next one the day after we lost Miss Laura Leigh Tye 11/18/2005.


Two pinkies and an "A-urrr"

I'd give it all up just to see you again
You were not just a teammate, even more than a friend
You were a blessing, an angel on earth
Your smile and your laugh, we miss and it hurts
You’re loved and you’re missed, so incredibly much
If only you could see how many lives that you touched

Beth shanked you good at the truck stop that day
You were so mad, but you laughed anyway
You hated fruit, but I put that peel on your head
You tried to say Albuquerque, but said something else instead
"A-urrrr" you said, like all giraffes do
We can't help but miss you Lou!

We all know that you’re playing on God's volleyball team now
Get a kill for us Lou, we know you know how
Give God two high fives, even though you want one
And He'll hold up two pinkies when the game is won
Thanks for the laughs and the stories you told
We'll meet you soon on the streets of gold.

Thanks for checking out my poetry. There will be more in days to come as I am randomly inspired. With that...I'm out like my writer's block!