Sharon the Librarian: poems

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Night Song

As I walk blindly in the night

hidden from the stars

by the leaves on the trees

I listen to the sweet song

of the birds overhead

Other children of the night

slowly add their harmonies

in a song so beautiful

that I almost cry aloud

instead I join in

adding my small voice

to the sweet night song

wishing that I truly belonged

to that wonderful choir

that sings my favorite song

the night song of natures making.

Appreciation

In your arms I am at home safe and loved.

When we have to say goodbye,

even for a moment, it is so hard.

When you take my in your arms

for a fond farewell,

I am safely rapped in a cocoon

of warmth and friendship

that I never want to leave.

Why is it so hard to let go of you?

Is it simply our renewed friendship

or is it something more?

I am willing to risk my heart for

you, my friend, my love.

Hello my name is

From prompt at http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/

Hello my name is hope.
I reach for things
I have no right to have.
I strive to bring happiness,
goodness in everyday life.

Hello my name is love.
I try to bring peace and
Acceptance about every day.
I want to be good
And treat everyone equal.

Hello my name is life.
I am not always fair
Very rarely easy or simple.
I do not go as you expect
But hold opportunities for joy.

Hello my name is truth.
I am often hidden deep
Beneath opinions or greed.
I am found when looked for
But am not always what you want.

Confusion

Confusion

I don’t want to stir things up
I don’t want to be no drama queen
But its time for you to step back
Time for me to step up
Time to clean up this mess

I am going to stand up
And start speaking my mind
Not going to stick around on this ride
No need to accept what is going on
I’ve got to clear my path
And do things my own way
Brush these cobwebs out of my mind

I don’t want to stir things up
I don’t want to be no drama queen
But its time for you to step back
Time for me to step up
Time to clean up this mess

Best get out of my way
It’s well past time for my stand
No one else can lead this charge
No one can take my place
Tough choices to be made
Gotta fall in heart and soul
And clear the confusion in my head

I don’t want to stir things up
I don’t want to be no drama queen
But its time for you to step back
Time for me to step up
Time to clean up this mess

Confession

Confession

Don’t misunderstand me
My love is real
But I doubt my worth
And that I deserve the love you give.

Don’t misunderstand me
This is what I want
But I wish we had met
Before I could have made mistakes

Don’t misunderstand me
You are my dream
But I am so scared
That you will fade in the morning

Don’t misunderstand me
I never want to go
But I worry so
That one day you will be gone

Brook/Bud/Confusion

Brook

The babbling brook
Sings to all that stand near
Listen to its nature song
As it travels along
Going on its way.

The Bud

Wilting red rose bud
Leaning weakly in its vase
Where it was left for me
A gift given too late.

Confusion

I don’t want to stir things up
I don’t want to be no drama queen
But its time for you to step back
Time for me to step up
Time to clean up this mess

I am going to stand up
And start speaking my mind
Not going to stick around on this ride
No need to accept what is going on
I’ve got to clear my path
And do things my own way
Brush these cobwebs out of my mind

I don’t want to stir things up
I don’t want to be no drama queen
But its time for you to step back
Time for me to step up
Time to clean up this mess

Best get out of my way
It’s well past time for my stand
No one else can lead this charge
No one can take my place
Tough choices to be made
Gotta fall in heart and soul
And clear the confusion in my head

I don’t want to stir things up
I don’t want to be no drama queen
But its time for you to step back
Time for me to step up
Time to clean up this mess

Tedium

Tide of Tedium

Tedium grows, surging through me
Like a wave about the sweep me under
Surrounding, suffocating me
Trap of my own making, own design
Lost among the oppressive order
Wandering through its endless sea

The unknown looms ahead, savior or strangler
Grasp life with both hands, and don't let go
Enjoy the new, the different
Free yourself from the Tide of Tedium

Tell me where to go, what I'm looking for
I must I search so hard for solid ground
Help me find the needed key
Moving forward, aching as I strain
Listening and working for order
As the waves gracefully overtake me

The unknown looms ahead, savior or strangler
Grasp life with both hands, and don't let go
Enjoy the new, the different
Free yourself from the Tide of Tedium

The unknown, untried breeds fear
Frightens those lost in this world
But the unknown can free you
From the crushing sea of misery
A challenge met and overcome
Will lead you to shore from sea

The unknown looms ahead, savior or strangler
Grasp life with both hands, and don't let go
Enjoy the new, the different
Free yourself from the Tide of Tedium

Path

My Path

I wander alone
Lost in thought
Blundering through life
As most people must
Hoping to find their path
Just as I hope to find mine
I feel that I surely will
But as of yet I have not
I’ve not even gotten a glimpse
Of what it might be
And I fear that I might miss it
Not recognizing it
Or find it too late

Bedtime Stories

Bedtime Stories

I dreamt of peace
Of simple pleasures
Of never wanting
For food, time, love
I hope for happiness.

I found most
If not all I need
But still I wonder
Were my young dreams
Beyond reality.

Was I foolishly reaching
Toward goals that were
Merely bedtime stories
Never to be fully achieved
Or will the rest come?

I have my love
I have simple pleasures
But peace is elusive
As is lack of want
But I still dream.

Doctor, Doctor

Doctor, Doctor
Give me that pill
The one my tv says
Will cure my every ill.

Doctor, Doctor
I know what they say
It can destroy my eyesight
And make me bled every day.

Doctor, Doctor
I have no fears
Of the purported leakage
Of important fluids from my ears.

Doctor, Doctor
I'll take any risk
This new wonder drug
Will be my perfect miracle fix.

Moonlit Dreams

Moonlit kisses
Call to me
On the night breezes
As I dream of you.

Yearning wishes
Fill my heart
I grow so listless
As I dream of you.

My heart misses
The feel of you
Those moonlit kisses
As I dream of you.

Poems I've written in the past that I'm finally getting into digital format.

The Painting

Life is a painting
Created over a lifetime.
Each of us born clean,
Perfect white canvases
To be painted with experiences.
We are all rainbows
Formed from joys and pain.

Canvas

A blanket of white,
Pure and clean
Glowing like snow
On a winter's day.
Colors slowly appear
Spreading over the white
Blending together to
Create colors anew.

River

Love is like a river
Full of joy and sorrow
Pain and happiness.
It can flow too quickly,
Slowly or be frozen.
It can be empty
Or full to overflowing.

Instructions

As my life flows by
And I face moments
Of both joy and pain
I wish I had instructions.
Set rules to follow
How to parent
How to give freely
How to show my love.

I struggle to be my best
To be honest, loyal
To be loving, understanding
Every day I try.
If only there were
A simple set of instructions
A how- to manual
That would make it easy.

People say there is
That the words exist
Which may be true but
Those words don't fully explain.
How to love my enemy
Forgive the hurts I feel
Not to hurt others
Only that I should love.

I try to follow
Give and feel love
For everyone regardless
Of their sins or words
Still I find myself
Bringing pain without cause
Speaking false, craving things
But I keep trying.

Poem I wrote in response to a contest on writing.com. They supplied the first line, I went from there. I haven't posted it there yet. I wanted to read it and maye get some feedback first.

Fragments of yesterday
Haunt my memory
Regrets of things undone
Challenges bypassed
Words left unsaid.

Battles of today
I strive to do better
To be who I often
Pretend to be for others
Someone I like.

Reaching for tomorrow
I hope I will be
Happy, at peace
Joyful of the simple things
Content in life.

Poem written on the spot with the inspiration of a single phrase.

Secret

I have a secret that
I don't think you
Truly want to know.

I'm not who you think,
Who you want,
Who I pretend to be.

I am not this happy
Friendly or kind in the least
I am not that girl.

In my head I rage
I scream and curse
And hate the people I meet.

I smile and play nice
Because I need to
Jut to get though the day.

I am lost in my own
Weakness and fear
Hiding because I think I must.

Two more quick poems. Theses were also done in response to the titles as prompts for the subject of a poem.

Twilight

Colors dance and mingle in the sky
signaling the change of day
Peace rains over the earth
As the world settles down for the evening.

Children of the night awake
singing the beautiful but haunting
song of the night to me and everything
around us in the coming night.

The light of the moon slowly
becomes enough for the world top see by
as the hunters gather and others sleep
nature takes over as man retreats.

Moonlight

Silver shimmers coat the Earth
Hiding the damage done by man.
Wonder reclaimes the world.

Forests grow in the shadow
Expand to cover the trails
Which fade into winding memories.

Animals rejoice, free again.
Seeking food shelter and love
as we hide away from the darkness.

The moon is a gentle mistress
Granting shadow and light
Hiding and revealing the Earth.

This world of mystery
Will only last till morning
Then the sun will reclaim it all.

Here are two poems that I wrote in response to subjects requested on writer's web site. I liked them, so I wanted to share them.

Boredom

The clock ticks
too slowly for reality
time can not be this slow.
My mind winds down
boredom sets in
and my leg starts to tap.
I pick up a book
but its already been read
the tv shows me nothing
to interest my head.
The rain keeps my in
no escape outdoors
instead I'm trapped
and ever so bored.

Practice

Try again
And yet again.
Keep going
Until it is
Perfection.

Practice
Makes perfect
Practice
Gains skills
Patience.

Do it over
And over again
Even when you
Think you have
Perfection.

Practice
Keeps you sharp
Improving
Getting better
Growing.

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