Friday, July 12, 2013
Photo Friday
He's getting better! I love that he's wanting to practice. Just wish he'd follow directions a little better. Haha
Monday, July 8, 2013
Monday Memories
For years I've dabbled in poetry.
I say dabbled because I seem to only write in overly emotional times.... or when it's an assignment for school. Heh
I can go years between "sessions" of writing.
I've been reminiscing lately so I decided that I want to share a few of my favorites. I hope you will enjoy them as much as I do!
DISCLAIMER: All these poems are my original work. Copyright is held by me so please don't use or publish these without my express permission. Email requests to missindyjones@gmail.com. Thank you!
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FIGHT
(written 1998; published 2001 in "Divining Beauty", pg 119)
At the end of the day,
I will stand and say,
"Standing for what's right,
I will fight all through the night!"
When they stand and say
that I am as senseless as the day,
I will say,
"Nay! For I am the day!"
"And the day will come
that I have won,
And you will be left here
to cry to yourself, my dear.
No one has the right
to stand and say, 'Don't fight!'
Fight for our land
come join and lend a hand.
And with the sun's new light,
we will stand and fight!"
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ALWAYS & FOREVER
(written 1997/98; published 2001 in "Of Love and Dedication: Vol 2", pg 52)
He left years ago,
returning only a few times.
To visit his family,
he had left so long ago.
Seeing his smiling face,
they remembered him when he was a boy.
He'd changed so much!
Now he was a man like his father.
He returned to visit
and left once again,
to return again in years to come.
Once again he'd return,
to see his family.
He'd remember them,
Always!
Always & Forever!
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THE FORGOTTEN ONE
(written 2008)
I am the one who always comes last.
Every day, all the way through my past.
No one sees what has been done,
As I am The Forgotten One.
My world revolves every day without thought.
No care of my feelings is usually sought.
Loneliness is not to be the way of life,
But it deeply cuts my soul like a knife.
Tears drip down hard as I cry.
Now the page is no longer dry.
I try with all my strength and might,
To locate the words that are right.
I sit writing of emotional pain.
Yet it seems I have little to gain.
All I want is to be cared for,
But I only see the back of the door.
Battered, tattered, and bruised I feel.
But daily I learn how to deal.
Every day, day in and day out,
It takes all I have not to shout.
Why am I always the one who comes last?
Every single day, all the way through my past!
Can no one see what has been done?
No, of course not, as I am The Forgotten One.
I say dabbled because I seem to only write in overly emotional times.... or when it's an assignment for school. Heh
I can go years between "sessions" of writing.
I've been reminiscing lately so I decided that I want to share a few of my favorites. I hope you will enjoy them as much as I do!
DISCLAIMER: All these poems are my original work. Copyright is held by me so please don't use or publish these without my express permission. Email requests to missindyjones@gmail.com. Thank you!
======
FIGHT
(written 1998; published 2001 in "Divining Beauty", pg 119)
At the end of the day,
I will stand and say,
"Standing for what's right,
I will fight all through the night!"
When they stand and say
that I am as senseless as the day,
I will say,
"Nay! For I am the day!"
"And the day will come
that I have won,
And you will be left here
to cry to yourself, my dear.
No one has the right
to stand and say, 'Don't fight!'
Fight for our land
come join and lend a hand.
And with the sun's new light,
we will stand and fight!"
======
ALWAYS & FOREVER
(written 1997/98; published 2001 in "Of Love and Dedication: Vol 2", pg 52)
He left years ago,
returning only a few times.
To visit his family,
he had left so long ago.
Seeing his smiling face,
they remembered him when he was a boy.
He'd changed so much!
Now he was a man like his father.
He returned to visit
and left once again,
to return again in years to come.
Once again he'd return,
to see his family.
He'd remember them,
Always!
Always & Forever!
======
THE FORGOTTEN ONE
(written 2008)
I am the one who always comes last.
Every day, all the way through my past.
No one sees what has been done,
As I am The Forgotten One.
My world revolves every day without thought.
No care of my feelings is usually sought.
Loneliness is not to be the way of life,
But it deeply cuts my soul like a knife.
Tears drip down hard as I cry.
Now the page is no longer dry.
I try with all my strength and might,
To locate the words that are right.
I sit writing of emotional pain.
Yet it seems I have little to gain.
All I want is to be cared for,
But I only see the back of the door.
Battered, tattered, and bruised I feel.
But daily I learn how to deal.
Every day, day in and day out,
It takes all I have not to shout.
Why am I always the one who comes last?
Every single day, all the way through my past!
Can no one see what has been done?
No, of course not, as I am The Forgotten One.
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