I halt
Stop everything
And sit
Staring off into space
Or mindlessly playing Solitaire
Giving mind and emotions a break
Like R and R for an enlisted man
Rest and Recuperation
Just as necessary
In an everyday life
As for a soldier
Serving on the front lines
(c) 2010 Beth NoLastName
To take child-like joy
In everyday events
To snuggle with the known
And reach out to embrace
The unknown
Refusing to hesitate
Allowing that fear exists
But is not to be listened to
The child I was trusted strangers
Having survived this long
I chuckle
And go forward
To do the same again
I find the God inside each one
Though admittedly
Some hide it well
(C) 2010 Beth NoLastName
A new year
A blank page to write upon
Beginning full of hope
As I leap into a positive
Unknown
Pen in hand
Taking notes
Wanting to learn all I can
As I go
Bringing along a box of tissues
A realist
Knowing sorrow and joy
Go hand in hand
For now, though
Full of childlike delight
As I run off to play with
Baby New Year
(c) 2010 Beth NoLastName
He grew up to be a carpenter
But never built himself a house
For the last three years of his life
He went for a walk, living homeless
Giving Himself to the people of the world around Him
Imperfect people, often wrong, surely sinful
He talked with them, laughed with them, cried with them
He even partied with them when the occasion warranted
The only record of Him in opposition to anyone
Is that of His anger toward the religious leaders of His time
Those who dwelled upon tradition
Rather than helping others to open their hearts
To Father God
Those who were more political than loving
Proud braggarts steeped in their self righteousness
To all others he was gentle
Moving swiftly out of reach
When some wanted to stone Him
He went to the cross in His own time
With a purpose
Not in defeat
This year as I celebrate His birth
It is my plan to clean a closet and deep clean a room
Breaking with all tradition
Yet thinking of Mary
Who surely changed diapers on the day of His birth
A Christmas cleansing in preparation for an orderly
New Year
A day with my Lord
And a present to myself
Hoping as I clean and sort
Those things outside myself
He will cleanse my mind and heart
A day of prayerful action
Retreating to celebrate
In a new way
(c) 2009 Beth NoLastName
And I'm growing
At last! Real friends!
Who don't try to hold me back
No jealousy
No criticism
Just loving interest
It is the way I thought It should be
Love lets go
Love applauds
I am loved at last
The way I love
(c) 2009 Beth NoLastName
Having friends who care
How I feel
And who I am
Brings on a season
Of loving beyond reason
That it falls at the celebration
Of Christ's birth
Speaks to the poet within
Who else can I thank
For these wonderful people
But He Who Creates
In what used to be the loneliness
Of my life
I am now loved
A barren spot
Replaced by the splendor
Of growth
As an aging woman
I am now happier
Than the joyful child
I once was
(c) 2009 Beth NoLastName
- Mood:rejoicing
Leaving behind
A quiet me
Content to open a book
And read of other people's lives
Or what their imaginations have brought forth
My passion gone
My energy just enough to turn a page
Or lift a tea cup
This is who I used to be when younger
Before crisis after crisis occurred
Before I had to push to raise children
And nurse parents
Before I had to be intense
Simply to survive
I have returned now
To who I was
The quiet simple nerd
Who likes pretty and gentle things
Now I understand why I learned to play the flute
And not the trumpet
(C) 2009 Beth NoLastName
- Mood:
peaceful
So the nag doesn't bother me
Even as she makes her negative noise
Looking for an invisible wall
To place as a buffer
Between her and I
I begin to knit
A bullet proof vest
Prayer
Forgiveness
Love
I strive to see where she is right
Even while I know where she is wrong
She's noisy
There's no way to escape and simply
Mind my own business
The best I can do is to physically leave
There must be somewhere else I am meant to be
An irritant can cause an oyster to make a pearl
But I am no mollusk
(c) 2009 Beth NoLastName
- Mood:
annoyed
Isn't it
Thank God
When things go wrong
So when He turns them around
He already knows we acknowledge Him
As Greater than all
That comes against us
It's the only way we can try to get even
With Him
We'll never make it
He does to much
For us to get anywhere near close
But a thank You
In the midst of a storm
Surely puts a smile upon His face
(c) 2009 Beth NoLastName
- Mood: cheerful
Neither do I
But I embrace it
Rather than resist it
You toss hurtful words my way
And then say
You were only joking
But I, being the butt of your joke
See no humor
You pretend I am overly senstive
Because, after all, you can't be wrong
You, with your backward thinkng
And unchanging routine
I'd rather stumble into the unknown
Without a clue
That to stand firmly
Stuck in your rut
(c) 2009 Beth NoLastName
- Mood:DETERMINED
As the train rambled down the tracks
In the middle of a dream come true
The Silver Streak it's name
How appropriate!
For as I traveled I met one after another
Senior heading on a life adventure
Were truth to be told
We all had silver in our hair
Just beneath the red, brown and blond
Flor-i-dahh Flor-i-dahh
The wheels sang as they turned atop the tracks
(c) 2009 Beth NoLastName
- Mood: cheerful
No matter where I look
They follow me
Surrounding me
If I play
Connect the dots
I wind up laughing
For they form
A large heart
Of constant affection
When you visit nine Dalmatians
There is no other choice!
(c)2009 Beth NoLastName
- Mood: cheerful
In passion she burns, rests and burns again
Consuming those who enter her embrace
Her leaf lips
Close over a morsel
Refusing to open again for days
A secret kept
Without so much as a whisper uttered
Until
Parted again
A skeleton of what was appears
To be blow way on the wind
Dionaea Muscipula
Her proper name
But those who know her carnivorous ways
Call her Venus Flytrap
Though caterpillars and grasshoppers
Would do well to avoid her
Drown her and she waits holding her breath
For months
Burn her and she rejuvenates
But do not disturb her when at rest
For like any lady
She needs her beauty sleep
(C) 2009 Beth NoLastName
- Mood:
accomplished
Shined brightly as a star
As he raised his hand
An unbroken circle
To symbolize
Unity of spirit
Two souls as one
Unto death
Perhaps she gave it to him
For his birthday
This is the first time
I have seen him wear it
I wondered
Now I know
Earlier today I said
I think he's married
But I do not know
If not he should be
And I laughed
I described the hooks he placed
One after another
And mimicked being stuck with a grappling hook
But I am a whale now
Ruling my sea of love
He's but one man in a row boat
I'll forgive the hooks
But he'd better let go of the rope
Or he'll be capsized
And never make it to land again
(C) 2009 Beth NoLastName
- Mood: cheerful
Moods come and go
I surf them
Riding waves of emotion
Learning to stand tall
Hold balance
And at times
Perform a playful trick
For no one's applause
But my own
(c) 2009 Beth NoLastName
I wouldn't want it
If there was
I will gladly die of this
For it has brought me
More to life
Than any other one thing
Yes
I have suffered
Still suffer
Yes
It's been painful
Dreams have been shattered
My heart has been broken
There were moments
I wondered if I had any sanity left
But to be cured from this
Would leave me as an empty shell
Devoid of feeling and purpose
For what else is a poet
Than a romantic
I may rant and rave
About the injustices of life
Scold those who live without conscience
Sigh over the tenderness of new born babies
Whether human or of any other nature
But it is love that keeps me going
And the romance of life
That kindles the spark of life
Incurable
Chasing the dream
Pursuing the beauty of my own soul
Until my last breath
(C) 2009 Beth NoLastName
- Mood:COMMITTED
I am similar to who you knew
But not the same
And even when you knew me
You missed a lot
I listened to you define me
And looked over my shoulder
To see who you were speaking of
I can smile about that now
(I cried then)
There is one now
Who seems to want to know me
But I learned from you
To wait
And to test
Rather than to trust that
A mere man could ever really know
A woman
(c) 2009 Beth NoLastName
- Mood:
contemplative
She looks years older
That just a few months ago
But real and to her own eye
Beautiful
At last
No longer
The silly child
With no idea
Of the rhyme or reason of life
Now a sage
Smiling
Full of secrets
To impart or not
At her discretion
A discerning soul
Looking with humor
Upon her past
Full to the brim with forgiveness
Her face her own
But the light in her eyes
Akin to that of her grandmother
A woman knowing the joy of love
Strong enough to be gentle
Ready to laugh at a moment's notice
(C) 2009 Beth NoLastName
- Mood: jubilant
Laptop computer open
On the desk before her
Caught up in what she is doing
Unaware of the beauty she puts into this space
Simply by sharing it
Hair blacker than night
A face to cause angels to hush
Intent upon what she is doing
An intellect at work inside
An awe inspiring work of art
(C) 2009 Beth NoLastName
I need only to accept
Keep my heart right
And carry on
I've no reason to feel confused
I know myself
My conscience is clear
When I cannot understand
I do not have to understand
Perhaps it's not any of my business
Perhaps there is deceit in the air
It matters little
My peace lives within me
It's durable
And portable
I can walk away from any situation
That would distract me from listening to it
(C) 2009 Beth NoLastName
- Mood: peaceful
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