Focus

In our day and age
When death has the stage
Darkness is all around

When we turn on the news
It gives us the blues
To see all the terror on earth

"...40 more deaths in Bolivia..."
Headlines like this seem like trivia
For we're surround by darkness and death

Could it be me?
For all I can see
Are reasons for my untimely demise

The books we read
They plant a dark seed
That blocks out the sun and its beams

Movies we see
Fill us with glee
But haunt us in our beds at night

They seem effective
At changing perspective
To one of doubt and despair

Can I find hope?
Can I eventually cope?
With the scares made in this world?

The redirection of focus
Is not hocus pocus
We just need to look at the Light

We just need to view
What is joyful and true
To illuminate our darkening world

The sight of a flower
Can fill us with Power
That will conquer the darkness

If we stare into the shadows
Despair overflows
And all we can think of is dark

Upon what we ponder
We'll become fonder
Until that is our only thought

So let's make the subject of our attention
Not be a prevention
Of the Light that shines from the sky

If we focus on the Son
There's no need to run
From the shadows that lurk in our minds

If we focus on Light
Our world will be bright
If we only open the blinds

Writing Wednesday: Bloom

The flowers of our dark broken hearts,
Withered by Adam's decision
Use the last drop of strength to
Stretch for the light
But it's never enough
We can't ever reach
The glory of the morning son

But One came to help
Those rotten plants
Although they did nothing for Him
He died for those flowers
That could never, never thank Him
But when he rose our salvation was bought
Ensuring we'd be able to bloom

He's our trellis
Our supporting post
Our fertilizer
We must soak up His words
So we can have
The fragrance
Of  Heaven

With him at our side
Lifting our limbs
Telling us which way
Is the best to grow
With Him helping us
We'll reach the day
And bloom in the bright morning light

Uncommon Poetry

Here's a poem about a not-so-common subject. Highlight the title if you want to know what it is, or try to guess what the poem is about.

Gravel

Lying in the road, dirty and alone
It's rejection I bemoan

I have a collection of these dusty rocks
But some say it's not even worth dirty socks

They're made of boulders crushed to bits
But my admiration nobody gets!

Nobody cares about this stuff
Yet without it travel would be tough

Shining in the sunlight upon where we tread
It's glory makes it seem like a comfortable bed

Oh no! What's this?
Something's amiss

For now I have glasses after a travel
And my affection appears to be towards gravel!

Cozy Rest

Wake up
Jump up
Turn off
The alarm

So cozy
Warm inside
Don't want
To get up

Listening to
Ancient stories
Enjoying the peaceful
Sabbath rest

The snow is melting
The sun is coming
Warming up
Shining out

Dad is snoring
Mom is cooking
Sister is singing
I am reading

Sun is heating
The woods we walk in
Lighting the path
Lighting the way

Quiet and peaceful
Sabbath day
Spending our time
With the Creator

Writing Wednesday: I am a Dog

Deep in my throat
A growl emerges
I curl my lips
I bare my teeth
I am a dog

I find a squirrel
I chew it up
I vomit it on the porch
To 1-up the cat
I am a dog

At two a.m.
When the invisible monster comes
I bark and bark and bark and bark
To scare it far away
I am a guard dog

D for dangerous
O for opossum - eater there of
G for generous - to my human
This stands for dog (I think)
I am a dog I know

The cat is trying to kill
The human, I know
So I will eat it
Before it gets a chance
I am a protector

I lick you
You don't lick back
I lick you again
You still don't lick back
I am a good friend

I like sticks
I like food
I hate cats
I love you
I am a dog

Bored

I am bored
No energy have I stored
So now I look for something to do...

I've sat through the gruel
Of Sabbath school
And now all I have is gum to chew

So now to keep me occupied
(Many things I have tried)
I shall take my pen and write

Write of oceans and beaches
Of monsters and hideous screaches
Of flying machines and colorful kites

Tell the story of the talking dog
the story of the deadly bog
Mysteries and myths of the golden lord

With stories and legends my mind does bulge
But these secrets I don't see fit to divulge
So I'll just sit here and keep being bored.

Forest Ablaze

Trees aflame throughout the woods. The wind blows and knocks bits of fire from the tops of the botanical roof. Silence fills the forest, His still small voice whispers through the breeze. Waiting for winter, enjoying the fall.

Types of Poems (Curious Robot Style)

Here are some types of poems I made up. Some of them are official, but most of them came from my brain. Enjoy and keep poem-ing!

1. Lantern Poem (Curious Robot Style)

A noun

Two adjectives to describe the 1st line

An "-ing/-ed" phrase to describe 1st and 5th line

Two adjectives to describe the 5th line

A noun that is opposite of the 1st line

Example:

Light

Burning, illuminating

Created on the first day

Shading, hiding

Darkness

2. Classic Back and Forth

Last word rhymes with last word of 3rd line

Last word rhymes with last word of 4th line

Last word rhymes with last word of 1st line

Last word rhymes with last word of 2nd line

Example:

I moped down to the store

To get one tiny egg

What a bore!

I didn't want to go; I did beg!

3. Three Line Rhyme

Anything

Last word rhymes with last word of 3rd line

Last word rhymes with last word of 2nd line

OR

Last word rhymes with last word of 3rd line

Anything

Last word rhymes with last word of 1st line

Example:

Its not like I don't enjoy bees

It's just that the fly swatter I bring

When they sting

4. Back and Forth Paragraphs

Last word rhymes with last word of "3rd" line

Last word rhymes with last word of "4th" line

Last word rhymes with last word of "1rd" line

Last word rhymes with last word of "2th" line

Example:

Running away from the chore

Which comes from the mouth of mom

Looking for an exit door

But disobeying will set off a bomb

First Day of Winter . . . ?

Crisp, fresh air,
Filling my lungs.
Awaking me fully,
My coat warm and woolly

My knowledge did not extend
To breaths so heavenly
They're perfectly divine
About which I must rhyme

Silent winter's morn'
I gaze up at heaven
Staring at its glor
Realizing a rarely told story. 

The Revealing Light

The morning light illuminates the concealing mist

The darkness of the night is melted by golden beams, and demons flee from God's solar orb. The darkness of the  night hid many horrible things. Crime and untruth ; many many more, but God's glorious morning reveals their sins.

Blessed rays melt the fog, creating a new day. A day to rejoice, to celebrate, to tell of the wonders Christ has preformed.

Sweeping In

Announcing the arrival of a soaking storm, an eerie breeze plows through the tops of the pines.A scramble from the pool ensues as ancient thunder blows the clouds onward to victory. A mystical sense of awe sweeps over me. A sense of fear, of melancholy, of amazement, and of peace. The Creator's spirit gusts into me like the bellowing sheets of lukewarm wind. What will this storm do? It could water the plants; it could devastate the land.

But the sense of peace and fear the rolls in with the clouds is unmistakeably... indescribable.

Writing Wednesday: Empty and Flat, Ready for Paint

Empty and Flat, Ready for Paint

Empty and flat
blank and white
one withered flower
killed by fright

Numbed by the screen
emptied by crowds
Now he will never
Put his "head in the clouds"

Blank and white
perfectly flat
ready for paint
to be painted on that

Ready for paint
to fill the blank space
to realize the dreams
that have never graced this place

Paint made of
creativity
to release the ideas
held in captivity

What has our society
our media
done to erase the knowlege
found only in encyclopedias

The knowlege found
in the notebook and pen
in the wild woods
in a true, heartfelt grin

For now your children's
imagination is gone
weakened by our culture
It's no longer strong

Could you get your
children to be caring?
To care about others
instead of just staring?

Their mental canvases
are ready for reds
for greens and deep blues
up in their heads

But hurry we must
before the canvas rots away
(melted by "school")
for this is the price we pay

Writing Wednesday: Shining Forth

A poem celebrating the resurrection of spring and the sacrifice of our Savior.

Glistening, shining, waving.
Leaves in the air.

Dancing, cooling, shaking,
Wind blows, but to where?

Chewing, munching, basking,
Dog flopped on the ground.

Warming, loving, searching,
God finds me like a hound.

Reviving, renewing, beautiful,
Spring conjures flowers from the earth.

Sacrifing, adoring, enduring,
God died though nothing I am worth.