This page contains all the poems (English language only) I have published on my website, except for those in Journey to Jesus.
Rain softly falling,
Rhythm to the ears;
Though to some the rain seems,
Resembled to our tears.
The wet upon the skin,
The chilliness in the air;
It seems to me the rain,
Makes me more want to care.
Though thunder may roar,
And lightning fill the sky;
Almost always when it rains,
It makes me feel high.
There is no joy
Greater than a rainbow,
A band of color
Stretched through the sky,
Bringing a special feeling
Nothing else can bring.
What is music?
Music is a feeling
That can be passed from one person to another
And recorded for others to share in.
It is something that can be easily understood,
But is hard to explain to someone.
Music is love,
That's what music is.
'Twas the night before New Years
And all through the house,
Every creature was stirring
Except for the mouse.
The champagne glasses
Were filled up with care,
In hopes that the New Year
Would soon be there.
The children were scattered
All over the rooms
Hoping the New Year
Would not bring doom.
And I in my Tux
And ma in her gown
Watched on TV
What was happ'ning in town.
War
Sad, cold
Fighting, conquering, dying
Losing your friends
War
Music
Peaceful, friendly
Pacifying, uniting, touching
The language of love
Music
Friends
Funny, crazy
Console, delight, love
Being there for me
Friends
Your face is but the one I love,
It seems no other ever
Could steal my heart as your face does
And make my body quiver.
Your wavy hair, your pretty eyes,
Send shivers up my spine.
That you knew me I do wish.
A dream of thee is mine.
But now is not forever
And someday, maybe soon,
Another man will steal my heart
And I'll forget about you.
Till then, 'tis thee I will admire,
And think about every day
When I, upon my stereo,
Your wondrous record play.
For all the songs you've given me
Throughout the many years,
For Beatles, Wings, and solo tunes,
For all the joys and tears,
I thank you from deep in my heart
And hope for you the best.
A lot more songs I wish for you
Before you're laid to rest.
Sadness fills my lonely heart
Whenever I think of you.
My love, it goes out unreturned,
And I'm left feeling blue.
How I wish that I did love
Someone who could love me,
But to eternal happiness
Your love don't hold the key.
So I'll wait for tomorrow,
When I'll be over you,
And I will hold my true love's hand
And he will love me too.
The inventor of it I do not know,
To him I am ever thankful though,
For without the calculator you see,
Trig. would be impossible to me.
Yesterday
I was on top of the world,
Things could not have been better,
But something changed,
And now today
My heart is feeling low.
The perfect world
I thought was mine
Now has slipped away.
I mourn it's loss,
And wish it back,
But it is gone to stay.
Maybe tomorrow
Things will be better
If I keep faith in God.
Till then
I'll live with memories,
Of brighter days now gone.
When you came
You changed my world,
For better or for worse
It'll never be the same.
I risked my heart
And fell in love,
But my heart was broken
Thru no fault of yours.
First love
Is a strange adventure
Bringing the child
To the world of adults.
No longer a child,
The adolescent sees
How wonderful
Forever love must be.
As out my window I did look
A rainbow did I see,
A rainbow bright and beautiful
In all its glority.
I followed the rainbow to its end,
And what my eyes beheld
Was so magnificent a sight
My eyes with wonder yelled.
A pot of gold, you think it is?
No, not so trite a thing.
Far richer was this sight of sights
Than all material things.
For at the rainbow's end I saw
In all its glory full
Old Faithful rising to the sky
Outside my window sill.
We study wars in history.
They seem a part of life.
We study death and vict'ry, yet
We do not feel the strife.
Till one day men in charge decide,
"It's time to make a war,"
And tell us what the reasons are
That men are fighting for.
Then we know that war is wrong,
That we should not cause death,
That war is not how men should draw
A last a fleeting breath.
For violence, it is never right,
No matter what the reason,
And Peace should fill our lovely land,
No matter what the season.
I walked out on the lawn
One day in early dawn,
And there to my surprise
Were flowers saying hi's;
Pretty yellow dandies
Bright as sugar candies,
From God to Earth sent down
To brighten up the town.
People lie,
Saying one thing
But meaning another,
Never knowing
How much
The other persons hurts.
When will we learn
That just as their lies hurt us
Ours
Hurt them.
Fantasy.
Fabrication
Of our imagination.
Whimsical,
Exotic.
Craftily telling
Just what
We really want the world to be.
Bird, why do you fly by so?
Fly by my ear and run away.
Do you not know that I am here?
Or is it just a game you play?
There is
A time when we
Must die and join our God
In Heaven; Let's think about it
And smile
I thought you were my hero.
I put you on a pedestal.
I thought that you were perfect.
Why did you have to go
and destroy my image of you?
Did you not know how much it would hurt me?
After I get over the hurt
This lesson I'll still remember:
Only God is perfect.
Week after week
It's all the same;
Nothing changes,
Only the faces.
But it's different.
Different faces, different girls.
Different girls, different people.
Each gives her personality to the group,
Making the group unique.
Each group does things a little different,
Thinks a little different,
Lives a little different.
Making what might become dull and boring
Interesting
Week after week.
If I could love just anyone,
I'd want to love someone like you.
One not like you I'd surely shun
If I could love just anyone.
More nice than you there is not one,
And like you there are very few.
If I could love just anyone,
I'd want to love someone like you.
This poem was inspired by the music of Night Ranger and is dedicated to Jack Blades and Jeff Watson, and to God, who is the source of all music.
I lie down.
I listen to your music.
Everything else disappears.
I surrender to the music.
I become one with the music.
As I do, I connect with something more.
Your music becomes a pathway.
As I experience the music,
I experience our Lord.
As I become one with the music,
I become one with God.
Your music is a gift.
Through it I touch the greatest gift of all.
I thank you for the friendship
That you have shown to me
And all the gifts you've given,
May I use them faithfully.
I want the rest of my life spent with you.
I cannot wait much longer till the day
When you and I, we will both say I do,
And ever by my side you'll always stay.
Till then think of me every time you can
And I will think of you, my only man.
Though we have to be apart
I carry you inside my heart.
I love you more than words can say,
And in my heart you'll always stay.
With you I want to share my life.
I want someday to be your wife.
For now, remember that I love you,
And I'll remember you love me too.
Today,
My world has come apart.
I cannot smile.
How am I supposed
To live
Without the one
Who has taught me
How to love
And how to be close to someone?
Now,
I too am a sun.
I shine my light
so that others may grow.
Yet I am still a flower
That needs the light of love to grow.
As you,
Who were the sun for me,
Are also a flower.
Let me be a sun
And shine upon you
To help you grow.
I will always be your friend.
The whirlpool spins and spins.
Inside it, my friend, the flower.
She spins round and round in the whirlpool,
Thrown about,
Bent this way and that.
She's caught.
It's pulling her down.
I see her.
I want to reach out my hand.
She won't reach to me.
She is stubborn.
She wants to do it on her own.
She tries to swim to the top and escape.
She doesn't know she needs help,
That she cannot do it alone.
I realize, I could not help her anyway,
Even if she would turn to me.
The whirlpool is too strong,
For I am only a flower myself.
I cry.
I love my friend, the flower.
The whirlpool pulls her ever downward.
I feel helpless and without hope.
When I see my friend,
All I can do is cry in frustration.
Then I look up.
I see a hand.
A strong hand.
A loving hand.
It can help her.
It is the same hand that saves me from the whirlpool.
Now, I have hope.
That loving hand
Is stronger than the whirlpool.
It can help her.
If she turns to the hand
It will reach in
And gently pull her out.
Perhaps my friend will not drown,
But be saved
From the whirlpool.
It's hard,
So hard.
You look so good to me.
In you I see everything I want.
I want to wrap my arms around you.
Wrap my legs around you.
Be united with you in love.
It's hard.
I love you.
You love me, but I wish
You loved me
Like I love you.
I love you.
It's hard.
I love you.
I dreaded this moment.
But now that it's come
I find
It's not so bad.
It hurts.
It hurts like hell.
I miss your friendship.
But, still, I've found I can survive.
I won't fall apart without you
Because
I have other people who love me
And remind me
That God makes me whole.
I've loved him for so long.
I thought it was enough.
But now I know something was missing.
I gave all I could give,
But it wasn't enough.
I never really gave me.
I never surrendered.
But now...
Now everything's changed.
I've learned to surrender.
To give up all.
And it's a wonderful thing.
In giving up all,
My deepest desires have been fulfilled.
Thank you, Lord.
Wanted him, loved him, ached for him,
agonized over him, longed for him,
obsessed over him, needed him,
desired him, thought about him endlessly.
Now it is time to let go.
But I still love him.
And I still think he's beautiful.
More beautiful than a mountain.
More beautiful than the sea.
As beautiful as a forest.
That's how he is to me.
Does it mean I have to stop loving him?
No, love never ends.
It means no more obsessing.
It means no more leaning on a thought of him.
It means standing on my own,
Or leaning on someone else.
I can do it.
But it's still hard.
And it still hurts.
I see a mountain meadow
Hidden away in a valley
Far from the noise of civilization.
The mountains rise above it
Strong and powerful.
A river runs through it,
Settling into a lake,
Then running downhill again.
I loved him and longed for him.
The poem remembers.
I saw beauty in him.
The poem remembers.
I captured my feelings in a poem.
The poem remembers.
I learned; I grew.
The poem remembers.
Now I can let go.
The poem remembers.
I love you.
I love all that you are.
My inner child loves you.
The broken places in me
relate
when you share the brokenness in you.
And yet, I see, you are strong and beautiful.
As, I have come to realize, so am I.
Angry, so very angry.
Why am I so angry?
The anger consumes me,
Eats me up inside.
I hate him.
Why does it matter?
Why does *he* matter?
I hate him.
No...
I don't hate him,
I can't hate him.
I hate how he makes me feel.
How do I feel?
I don't know, I don't know...
Confusion, anger, hurt, love
Love?
Desire?
I don't want to like him.
I don't want to care about him.
Too hard.
I want to be friends.
I want him to go away.
He challenges me.
Do I want his friendship?
Yes... so very badly.
He hurts me...
His criticisms sting...
He doesn't understand.
And yet
Somehow
We are not enemies.
We argue and fight,
Yet there is something there
I don't want to lose.
tangles vines
intertwining
intermeshing
weaving in and out of each other
where does one stop
and the other begin?
I don't know how to feel.
Should I love him?
Should I hate him?
He makes me react.
angry
alive
hurt
in love
He makes me long for... something
For you, Lord.
He makes me fall in love with you.
Deception.
Beautiful lies.
I dared to hope.
... deceived.
The lies shatter.
I'm left alone.
He made me believe he cared.
He said he was my friend
... and I believed him.
Was it a lie?
Or are his feelings
as jumbled
as mine?
Was he lying to me,
or is he lying to himself?
hate
black
ugly
slimy
oozing
bottled up
held tight
exploding
dripping
covering
hiding
twisted
bent
cold
hard
silent
hate
I wish there were not a cloud in the sky.
I love the blue sky,
But I hate the clouds.
The clouds want to cover the sky
And destroy the beauty of the blue sky.
God, don't let the clouds take over the sky.
Help the blue sky to fight the clouds
And let his beauty shine through.
II
Storm clouds are filling the sky.
The blue is disappearing.
God, why won't the blue sky ask you to help
him fight the clouds in his soul?
I love him.
I don't want him to fall.
III
The sky is cloudy,
But I'm not gonna cry.
A Voice has told me
He will be blue again,
And I patiently wait.
My inspiration is gone.
In love?
No more.
That love,
Risen out of
A sea of illusion,
Is gone.
He no longer fills my thoughts.
No anguish.
No highs.
A peaceful contentment
Is now mine.
No writing a poem
To wring out emotions.
When emotions settle, inspiration flees.
Feelings strong
Now muted.
A roaring stream
Now a quiet river.
Joy explodes inside me.
Inside
No room
For all the joy.
Joy wells up,
Bubbles over,
Flows out to the universe
And back again.
A love so deep
So strong
So pure.
Freely given.
Endless.
Timeless.
My love for you.
Hope hurts.
To hope is to feel the lack,
To know the empty cavity inside.
The heart aches,
Longing for what is missing.
The emptiness calls to be filled,
Yet nothing comes to fill it.
Hope hurts.
Better not to hope.
Better to wall up the empty cavity,
To not know it's there.
Better half alive than to hope.
Hope hurts.
I don't need you.
I need to see beauty,
Like the beauty I've seen in you.
I need to feel alive,
Like I do when I think of you.
I need so much that I've found in you.
But it's not you that I need.
I don't need you.
I have no words.
highs
lows
ups
downs
a forest of feelings
Where to begin to describe?
I have no words
Emotions.
I swim through a sea of emotions.
Tossed and turned.
No moorings.
Calm.
In me.
I float on the gentle waves.
starting over
a friendship intense
confused
too close
too far
what next?
don't know
too confused
mixed up
starting over
at the beginning
a father figure
lost little girl cuddles in the arms of her daddy
absorbing his love
I want your love
I want your attention
Your kindness feed something in me
I am a hungry little bird, wanting more, always more
A touch fulfills
yet creates more need
leaving a bigger hole
When you notice me
I want you to notice me more
When you are caring
I want you to take care of me
I want you to be me
I want you to be my adult who takes care of me
No words.
I have no words.
How can I capture in a poem
My love for you?
The guitarist, named Steve Phillips, well I thought was really great,
And I wanted to hear more but 5 more months I couldn't wait.
Of his former band I realized I must become a fan.
To buy a Rainmakers CD that soon became my plan.
So I sent to Steve an email, "Which album should I buy?"
"Flirting With the Universe" is what he did reply.
But I'd have to mail order, wait 2 months to get it in,
So I went to the used CD store and bought the CD Skin.
I listened with an open mind to all the songs I heard,
Not just to the music, but also to the words.
The message was intriguing, the music it was fine,
And I listened to it over again many many times.
I visited the message board to see just what was there.
I saw that Bob was playing live and noted when and where.
I thought I check it out and give Bob Walkenhorst a chance.
In the back I stood and then I soon began to dance.
Bob had a solo album that was new the week before.
I looked around to buy it and finally found it by the door.
I bought it, and I listened, and with it I did connect.
Bob Walkenhorst is someone I both relate to and respect.
An Irish pub that's called Molloy's is where Bob weekly plays.
Jeff Porter and Norm Dahlor are his bandmates on Wednesdays.
I soon began to go each week to hear Bob play and sing.
To listen and to dance at Bob shows is a wonderful thing.
They used to sit and play each show, but then one week they stood.
Now standing is the norm, but when they sit, well that's still good.
And Bob and Jeff with Gary and Pat play monthly weekend shows.
I hope it lasts for years and years, but the future no one knows.
Bob Walkenhorst is someone I look up to and admire.
His music touches my heart; my soul he does inspire.
The Tour That Goes Nowhere it is; Molloy's Pub is our home.
His fans and friends we'll always be, wherever we may roam.
Note: Everything in the above poem is true. Or was when I wrote it, anyway. For those unfamiliar with the Elders, no, they aren't from St. Joseph. They are from Kansas City. I just happened to discover them at a festival in St. Joseph which they played at.
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