Tag: poetry
member name: Bethany C.
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December 16, 2007 09:16 PM EST --
When I was young I used to think
That greatness was revealed
In super-human, heroic exploits.
Now that I have lived a little,
I see that greatness is
More intangible and often . . .
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January 14, 2008 11:46 PM EST --
Sinner, who hates God,
You comment about what
You perceive to be my
Lack of intelligence
For believing him.
At first I was disturbed.
I wanted to answer you
Back in . . .
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January 08, 2008 02:11 AM EST --
Take my hand, walk with me
I know where I'm going.
Really, I do.
Sort of.
Okay, so I don't
Know exactly the route
We are going to take,
And if the way is . . .
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January 04, 2008 03:15 AM EST --
Will you sell your soul?
No, I will not sell my soul for anything.
What about fortune?
What about fame?
No, I will not sell my soul.
Not for anything.
What about . . .
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January 26, 2008 02:57 AM EST --
The grumpiest old man
is still a little child
somewhere deep
down on the inside.
The nitpicking old soul,
irritably stating that
nobody does things
right these days,
. . .
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March 13, 2008 03:49 PM EDT --
It goes so fast!
And will I have done
All I needed to do
When it is through?
Will I have said
Everything I wanted
To say--needed to say--
Before it is over?
Can I be like Jesus . . .
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January 23, 2008 12:44 AM EST --
I forget sometimes
how fragile we are.
I stomp like
a boisterous child
through somebody's garden,
never thinking
about the consequences--
and they are many.
I run . . .
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January 29, 2008 10:38 PM EST --
I wrote this poem many years ago when I was a teenager. As you may have guessed, I was also going through my Science Fiction phase at the time.
Excuse me...
I must have . . .
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January 17, 2008 10:56 PM EST --
It's funny.
Well, maybe funny is not what it is.
Maybe sad is what it is.
Or strange, yes, that might be the word.
It's strange.
I know the kindness and the tenderness . . .
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May 09, 2008 03:32 AM EDT --
So it's not all about me?
Okay. I hear you talking.
Who is it all about then?
Oh, You. I knew that.
I just forgot.
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June 09, 2008 02:23 PM EDT --
The beautiful pen you gave me
Was lost before I ever wrote
The perfect line.
I cried, searching for it, but
Discovered that crying did not
Bring it back.
I took another pen and wrote. . . .
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July 17, 2008 11:44 AM EDT --
Say what you mean
When you say what you say
I find that it's always
Much better that way.
It easy to play
With words they're like jewels
Colorful, bright,
But so easily confused. . . .
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January 14, 2008 03:37 PM EST --
The world is full
Of hurting people--
People who reach
For something more.
I cry to God,
"You know I want to be
More than I am.
To heal, to save
Everybody." . . .
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January 20, 2008 04:02 AM EST --
You mock my
Testimony,
While my heart weeps.
I do not weep
As you suppose,
Because I cannot take
The pain of your mockery.
I can take it, dish it out. . . .
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February 02, 2008 09:17 PM EST --
One day, I knelt beside my bed
Praying up a storm, I tell you.
I mean, I was praying for everybody
I could possibly imagine who
Needed the least little amount
Of help from on high.
I was . . .
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February 07, 2008 01:51 AM EST --
I stretch my hand
towards a man who,
I can plainly see, is hurting.
What I can do to help?
I do not know, but I want to.
I really, truly want to.
Not seeing that I reach
for him to . . .
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February 18, 2008 11:07 AM EST --
Don't you wish
You had somebody
Who could help you
Figure out the right thing to do?
Somebody who could just
Take over your body
And make you say and do
A few of the right things? . . .
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February 27, 2008 11:39 PM EST --
Today I was helping my sister homeschool my niece a bit and we were playing around with poetry writing. I started writing this just to tease my niece, but then I thought, Hmmm...not bad. . . .
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June 07, 2008 11:40 AM EDT --
I always forget that,
When one is dealing with darkness,
One cannot play nice.
Darkness doesn't play by light's rules.
In this dimension, we suffer long
And are kind. We try, . . .
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June 08, 2008 06:38 PM EDT --
Tipsy, just a little, is kind of funny.
But when a man has slaughtered another man's child
Under the influence? Not so funny, then.
I had an aunt once who laughed when her . . .
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