NPM - Day 18 - The Simile

The Simile

Words must be heard first.
Then, the brain and fingers begin to thirst.
An outlet to obtain
On paper or keyboard,
They do rain.

No needed notes,
For while some require these most,
No training, no learning,
No reading of the musical notes.

All heard by ear,
Only then do I hear,
The melody, the rythym, the rhyme,
Beating to my own set time.

Only then may the keys begin to parlay,
On keyboards so differently displayed.
One a computer, one a piano.
From both come, much like manna,
Feeding the writer, the singer, the player,
As meanings, themes, encouragement, they do layer.

Errors made, often too publicly displayed.
Errors made, many corrected my fingers played.

Published finally.
Read and heard.

May they each be inspired,
Even annointed,
Never to be exploited,
With messages often pointed
To inspire, correct, humor, to delight
If no other than their author as she does type and peck,
Finding the exact combination,
Before displaying such declarations
Of thoughts, rhymes, grand finales
For those in the valley,
For living on the mountain tops.

Writing poetry is like playing the piano.

NPM - Poem 18 - The Day's Beginning

The Day's Beginning

Pop!

Fizz!

Shhhhh!

Awwwwww...

Yes.

That first Diet Dr. Pepper of the morn.

Cold all the way down.

This day:  now upbeat, no letdowns.

NPM - Poem 17 - Paradoxical Wonders

Paradoxical Wonders

The dark moments came...

Friendships developed.
Finances gained.
Spiritual growth determined.
Calmness surrounded.

Love grew.

Healing came.
Praises rained.
Souls praised.
Excitement developed.

All because the dark came

and the

Light reigned.

______________________________

Inspired by Day 60 reading from Priscilla Shirer's Awaken.

NPM - Poem 16: College and Career Ready

College and Career Ready

Day by day, the teacher did assign,
Choosing the lessons to align,
To ensure her students the school motto met.
Her students' skills gained an asset.

College and career ready, they say.
You can do this, she did parlay.
To often, their achievements underplayed.
Not here, though, their futures an extended highway.

Each assigned.
Each accomplished.
A resume.
A paper.
A speech outline.
A Google presentation.
Dressed up for their oration.

All heroes and herones on these speaking days
As heart rates speeded, running many verbal relays.
Shaking knees and shaking hands,
Prepared to reach the bar, their teacher understands.

Proud they are, breathing silent sighs of relief.
Mental high-fives, huge smiles signifying belief.
Forget all the moans.  Forget all the groans.
Forget all the "I can't's."  Forget all the work zones.

Today, they came.
Today, they spoke.
Today, they answered.
Today, they "Thank you"ed.
Today, they proved "College and Career Ready."

So proud she is, this teacher of theirs.
In these proud moments, she shares.
She thinks they can.
She knows they can.
They prove they can.

I think I can.  I think I can.  I think I can.

Simply became.

I can.

I am.

College and Career Ready.

NPM - Poem 15 - Too Sweet

Too Sweet

"I brought you candy,"
the boy did say.

What a dandy,
the teacher's brain did proclaim.

"You came here to help us,"
the student did explain.

"You're welcome,"
the teacher responded, sharing her candy some.

One, two, three...ten.
Their brains they do lend
To readying themselves
To handshake,
To speak,
To respond.
To sit.

Oh.  What. A. Relief. That. Will. Be. 

On this day, though,
Four bags of candy they do borrow,
To feed their brains
To work without complaint.

For on the morrow,
Using thoughts borrowed,
They handshake.
They speak.
They respond.
They sit.

Oh.  What. A .  Relief.  That. Will. Be.

NPM - Poem 14 - Loud Quiet Time

Loud Quiet Time

Today, a drive I took.
The Pumpkin and Me.

Alone on the road.
The Pumpkin and Me.

Except
KLOVE sang along with
The Pumpkin and Me.

Except
The brain's thoughts intercepted
The Pumpkin and Me.

Except
A message received and sent from
The Pumpkin and Me.

Except
Three stops along the way
The Pumpkin and Me.

Except
Three more stops on the return
The Pumpkin and Me.

Except
Even the Jeep hummed along
Allowing Her Voice to be heard.
The Pumpkin and Me.

Except
Even I just had to say...a word or two...or three.
The Pumpkin and Me.

Quiet Time became
Loud Time between
The Pumpkin and Me.

Much accomplished
In that Loud Quiet Time.
Just the Pumpkin and Me.

NPM - Poem 13 - The School Uniform

The School Uniform

Monday
The Beta Club T-shirt.

Tuesday
The Blood Drive T-shirt.

Wednesday
The Anti-bullying T-shirt.

Thursday
The Mini-Relay for Live Walk T-shirt.

Friday
Spread the Word to End the Word T-shirt.