the Emotional Spectrum of Having Siblings

Having siblings is great - best friends that you grow up with. That said growing up with a brother and 3 sisters did introduce me to a broad emotional spectrum - everything from love, joy, laughter to envy, anger, resentment and sorrow. In many of my poems I mention the feelings though not the sibling - but remembering the motivation for writing these poems - it diffenately came from the source of my very close family

Why do we envy one another?

Jealous of the talents of our brother

Can we not look at ourselves?

To see the ways in which we can help

If we do this we will see

How much happier everyone will be

Tic ‘84

I pity you not

You took that step

The road you walk

Only leads to death

You had the choice

You turned your back

No you feel

What joy you lack

The load you carry

Is fear, distrust

Riches you have

It is worthless as rust

No happiness to buy

No peace to find

Contentment is lost

There is no more time

Complain not of your life

You walked that way

You could have knelt

Bowed down to pray

Tic ‘88

A façade, a farce

Is the face I show

My heart, my thoughts

Knows not where to go

I’m isolated, lonely

Wanting no one to see

I hide and I act

So no one will pity me

Tic ‘2001

Blank is my life

In a rut I have sunk

I am nobody’s wife

I am worthless, just junk

What good do I do?

Whom do I please?

My friends are so few

Just who would miss me?

The family is great

But I am locked-up inside

Who will break down the gate?

Where I am trying to hide

Tic ‘91

Memories From Our Past J

Memories of made of sight, smell and song

I hope this music brings happy ones along.

Our father enjoying the Bugs Bunny and Road Runner show

The rabbit torturing the singer with “Figaro”.

Our mother always waking us with a morning tune

Starting a day with song – It could not be ruined.

A Rose Garden before the Art Linkletter show,

Coca Cola commercials, Jungle Book song – the way to go.

You dressed in green for the Canadian centennial

Daddy driving us hither and yon – I remember it still.

The Rolf Harris show – songs from Down Under;

You were our ‘gypsy’ with the traveling gene.

“Fernando” - our father like songs from the modern scene?

Simon & Garfunkel – we’d sing on our traveling days

John Denver made you want to fly away.

Harold Cawston using “Dust in the Wind”

For a lecture on what life is if lived in sin.

Singing songs in our lives brought so much to enjoy

From Texas, Germany, the East, the world songs we employed 

To build our dreams, the closeness of our family love.

I wish you all the ‘star wishes’ from above

Tic 2010

(this one was written for my sisters birthday last year)

Someone’s upset

I wonder why

Do they reflect

The weeping sky?

You, who’s uptight,

There is a bright side

Clouds move from sight

Then sorrow will die

Tic 84

I go away

Far away

I disappear

With a tear

Of sorrow sad

Because I am bad

So I hide away

In my mind to stay

Boo hoo!!

What a flop

Cannot plant a crop

I am a sop

‘Thanks a lot!’

Tic ‘90

Think not of little tales

You like to spread yon hill and dale

For they bring but sorrow and grief

Hurting those of whom you speak

Though those stories may be true

They need not be told by you!

Someone might take the time

To drop around some silly line

About something you have done

Then you become the hurting one

When you want to spread what you have heard

Think of who may be hurt by those words

Tic ‘90

Joy is not something that just happens,

One has to take the time to create it.

Tic ‘82 (even in families)

What did you say?

You’re on your way

So this is good-bye

Time for feelings to die

But a lonely heart

Causes tears to start

They’ll mention your name

And your memory remains

Tic ‘85

Death we die

Weep we cry

Lost we lose

Despair we chose

Life we live

Love we give

Joy we laugh

Hope we grasp

Tic ‘90

I know that this is quite a few poems but 30+ years of writing gives one time to explore a large emotional spectrum :)

Tic ‘87 

Note Taking in poetry form

I've already mentioned how in school I found it much easier to write in proetry rather than prose. Well I have also found that when listening to Exhortations (sermons) that it is much easier to take notes in poetry form rather than the conventional way - might have made taking notes in college more efficiant if I had discovered this sooner. Well the last exhortation we had was on how God's house is something like a guild house where we learn to glorify our heavenly Father and develope our talents to that purpose. Jesus Christ being the ultimate apprentace, journeyman and master of the guild.

(Exhortation by Bro. Joe Hill)

The Guild of God

{Jesus the Apprentice}

His Father’s works were what Jesus did

For those who would see nothing was hid

His people, the Jews, were blind and lost

For their hardheadness they have paid the cost

{Christ the Journeyman}

Christ could do nothing but the Father’s will

Through all his life, he the law fulfilled

Instructed in all things by God’s word

The Messiah who was known by those who the prophets heard

{Our Lord and Saviour the Master}

Our Lord and Saviour was trained up in the Way

Prepared in heart and mind for his sacrificial day

That we could have hope to partake of God’s grace

To see the joy ahead in the kingdom’s resting place

Tic ‘2011

P.S.  I have done several poems as summaries of Exhortations - and will post some of them at later dates

the Seasons I grew up with

I grew up in the north where there were four distinctive seasons, these seasons did infulance my thoughts and dreams. I have a defenate preferance for the warmer weather and hence part of the reason (only a small part) I moved south. This first poem is already out there in the world wide web - somewhere - but it does discribe the seasons and the open spaces that I grew up around.

A PLACE

She goes to a place

To find some space,

Which sets her face a glow,

Where painted hills

And daffodils

Are covered all in snow.

She goes to a place,

For a change of face,

To see the flowers grow,

Where winter’s sin

Has turned to spring

And green begins to show.

She goes to a place,

To set a pace,

And let her feelings flow,

Where suns do shine,

A place to dine

And hear the raven crow.

She goes to a place,

To run and chase,

And nothing does go slow,

Where summer’s calls

Do turn to fall,

Where winds are set a blow.

Tic ‘79

 PLEASE SPRING

Please come spring.

Let the grass grow green,

And the trees have leaves.

The flowers must bloom

For the bees to buzz,

When the sun shines warm,

The birds sing their songs.

These only come true,

If one thing comes soon;

Please come spring.

Tic ‘81

SEASONS TURNING

Autumn is the time when leaves do fall

The time when one can feel winter’s call

A time when things seem to stop

Waiting for a blanket of snow.

At Winter’s end there comes Spring

When all the birds begin to sing

It’s the time for the wind and rain

And for planting fields of grain

Which in summer turn a golden hue

That in early morning are covered with due

And at Summer’s end Fall comes again

For the seasons are by God ordained

Tic ‘83

THE PASSING YEAR

The misty wind

The blowing breeze

The smell of spring

Coming through the tree

The morning dew

The sunny days

The warm summer

Passing on its way

The colored leaves

The ripened wheat

The cooling fall

Telling seeds to sleep

The whitened snow

The freezing rain

The cold winter

Calling spring again

Tic ‘84

My poetry beginings

We had just moved and starting at a new school - high school at that - and I found out that I had to take TWO English type courses! English at that time was not an easy subject for me - I had just finished 7th grade with a 4th grade reading level. My English teacher was also the drama teacher so joy of all joys I got to memorize lines (I could do that) and act - yahoo! As long as I did not have to read and write too much. Composition class was another matter and as the name implies we had to write, compose and express our thoughts on paper - Yikes! That is when I found out that poetry came much easier than prose - it was much better to summarize things in rhyme - nice shore sentences! My teacher encouraged us all to save all our little jottings of our thoughts in poem or prose and I have been saving all my little poems since then. 
One of the first poems was inspired by the Narnia Chronicles by C. S. Lewis which my oldest sister had read to all of us (the younger siblings). All seven books - it was a time of binding the close and loving relationship between all five of us - thank you sister dear.

IN THE LAND OF FANTASY

The unicorn, a horse with horn

And silvery coat and mane,

Some hear him tread miles ahead,

In some wood or tiny lane

The Satyr, a man and goat,

Who seldom makes his show

Dancing in time with Nymphs fine,

Beneath the full moon’s glow

The Centaur, a man and horse,

Who sups from six to ten,

Drinking wine when he dines

And is seen only now and then

Unicorn, Satyr and Centaur too,

Present they be, you may never see,

For they only exist in the mist,

In the land of fantasy

Tic ‘77