Chain of Thought or String Thinking

I am not sure what you would call the types of poems I'm presenting today - but I call them 'Chain' or 'String'
poems. A sort of word assosiation type of poetry. Whomever is reading this should be able to see what I mean when you see the poems. Now my chain of thought or string thinking may not make sense to anyone else but I thought I would share in any case.

I like to hear,

I like to see,

I like to be,

Just plain old me

Tic ‘83

Hi there

Big bear

Don’t stare

You scare

Me here

Big bear

Hi there!

Tic ‘84

Bad thoughts

Are sought

And caught

Then brought

And stopped

The sought

Bad thoughts

Tic ‘84

Do mind

Be kind

To blind

All time

Do mind

Be kind

Tic ‘84

One day

I stay

To play

And say

To Kay

“Go away”

One day

Tic ‘84

Star light

Giving sight

Making bright

Guiding right

Those in flight

Out of plight

Tic ‘84

Say ‘Hi’

Then ‘Bye’

I sigh

And cry

When hi

Turns to bye

Tic ‘85

Sleep, sleep

Real deep

Take a peek

Into sleep

To keep

A real deep sleep

Tic ‘85

He suffered

Us to learn

That service

Is the way to turn

The greatest

Was a servant

To that example

Let our lives be lent

Tic ‘86

Tea leafs

One sees

Other lives

When one dies

Or they cry

So please

Leave tea leafs

Tic ‘86

Day to day

They all say

It will rain

Fear and pain

We all see

How corrupt we be

Tic ‘86

I don’t see

The bumblebee

This is stupid

Not with cupid

One becomes crazy

By being lazy

Not listening well

To what He has to tell

If this makes sense

Then you have climbed my fence

Seeing with me

The bumblebee

Tic ‘86

Who am I?

A little fly

A drop of rain

Who is very vain

I am a thought

That cannot be caught

Changing fast

With each day past

‘87

Funny, funny

Hurt the tummy

Learn to cry

Do not know why

Emotions run

Through tears and fun

Treasure them well

Character they tell

Tic ‘87

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

Tic ‘87

One born

Strong stone

Seed sewn

Fruit grown

Not alone

Rule the born

Tic ‘87

I have been strong

Now I fall

No self-control

I seek a guide

There is none in sight

I lose control

I serve myself

Looking within

With no control

With tears of pain

I turn to Him

He takes control

Tic ‘89

Hi

Hello

Bye

Just go

Why?

I am low

Tic ‘90

Personified

Look alive

I am dead

Without a head

Inanimate

It is to late

Cannot move

So I lose

Tic ‘90

No light

No love

No life

More shame

More sorrow

More death

With hope

With faith

With joy

Comes life

Comes love

Comes light

Tic ‘90

Ready scribe

Heart prepared

Seek the law

Ezra the priest

Leads the way

God to seek

Know the word

Saints who hold

Tic ‘90

Black balloons

Sign of doom

Gone the white

Now the fright

Hope does die

Crows will fly

Disappear

All who hear

The beating drum

It is all done

Tic ‘90

Called to follow

Learn to lead

What is shallow

What to heed

Future vision

Now to see

Make decisions

What to be

Tic ‘91

Don’t you care?

What is up head?

Don’t you care?

Where your feet are led?

Don’t you know?

To where you are called

Don’t you know?

Of how you fall

Don’t you see?

A vision there

Don’t you see?

Or don’t you care?

Tic ‘91

Gone, gone, gone

Darkness falls

Tears run down

The heart fails

Shinning light

Moonbeam strong

Dreams the night

Of life afar

Dawning day

Flee the stars

Reality face

With dreams of all

Tic ‘91

Bring it through

Keep in mind

What to do

When all are blind

Look ahead

Not in past

It is dead

Time passes fast

Where is hope?

There is life

Deal and cope

With coming strife

In the end

Said and done

Did not bend

Become all one

Tic '93

God is eternal

All knowing

All showing

God is all love

All caring

All giving

God is full light

All seeing

All healing

God is the life

We following

To glorying

Tic '95

The Day

The morning

The midday

The evening

The night

The Praise

The renewing

The continuance

The thanksgiving

The rest

Tic’99

I am in pain

I am not sane

I am just mad

I am very sad

I am for joy

I am not coy

I am criss-crossed

I am very lost

Tic '99

A birth

A cry

A smile

A laugh

A hurt

A help

A fall

A joy

A task

A job

A mate

A love

A child

A hope

A time

A faith

A life

An age

Tic ‘2001

Born a sinner

I confess

Please forgive me

I request

Wrong against You

I have done

A humbled spirit

I pray will come

Break the pride

I have inside

Purge my heart

I will abide

Cast me not out

I do weep

Under Thy love

I Thy truth keep

Tic ‘2009

Weakness

Leads to strength

Life for Christ

Leads to length

Lion – Lamb

Comes the Son

Meekness

Promised One

Bridegroom

Strength to faint

Marriage

Multitude of Saints

Tic’ 2010

What a collection and as you can see my mind tends to go all over the place. I hope you were able to understand some of these and laugh at the redickulous ones. May we all continue to think, contemplate and express our thoughts on all the things that effect and challenge our lives. 

the profoundness of the Haiku

yesterday I mentioned that when taking a poetry section in class you have to experiment with different forms - the limerick as mentioned. Today I'm revealing my exploration of the Haiku. A Haiku is an obscure statement with iambic rules that has a profound meaning...I do not know how obscure or profound my Haiku are but I do like the briefness of them :)

Silent murmur in the class,

Thought waves stagnate in the air,

Disturbed by their use

Tic ‘81

Rain: a dapple, drop

The perfect picture

Shinning sun on painted hill

Tic ‘81

Early, morning mist;

The sun beats down on cornfields,

With a golden haze

Tic ‘81

Day: sunrise, sunset.

Shadowed crows fly swiftly by,

Never to return

Tic ‘81

Thinking; sat I here

Feathery is the kitten

And wine is red

Tic ‘84

Sea, air – elements

Sitting near a pair of docks

Ships lay in the bay

Tic ‘84

A rocky stairway

Flowers border climb of life

Coloring each day

Tic ‘84

The day is ending

Power flows through all living

To bring beginnings

Tic ‘84

Sigh drooping eyes doze

A speaker talking away

Minds don’t comprehend

Tic ‘84

Hail fell down today

Windy weather nature’s song

Sung to all who hear

Tic ‘85

Mountain, Holy hill

Jerusalem, trodden down

Till time is fulfilled

Tic ‘87

Blindness, state of mind

Hear a bee collect pollen

Sweetness of honey

Tic ‘90

My short time with limericks

Anyone who has had to do a poetry section in school knows that you will have to write at least one limerick - well I wrote a small few which were actually very personal...

The Pets:

MARBLES

I once had a cat named Marbles,

She always had kittens to marvel,

One day she had six,

Were we in a fix!

Because of my cat named Marbles

Tic ‘77

Marbels was my cat that I had to beg for half a year to get. She was the runt of her litter and was always a little crazy different. After her first litter of kittens (first one being breach) she timed all there after with my sister's cat Sunshine so that Sunshine would take care of all the kittens until they had their eyes open and could play - then Marbles would take over. She fell in love with our big black great dane - Thor (the poor dog had no peace from my adoring cat)

THOR

We now have a dog named Thor,

Who doesn’t live up to his lore.

When thunder appears,

Thor runs with great fear,

House-ward to break down the door.

 Tic ‘81

during one big thunderstrom I woke up to this big slobbering dog standing over me on my bed because he was afraid of the thunder outside - such a lovable wuss

Family:

FATHER AND SON

There once was a father and son,

Who, whenever they tried to have fun,

Would argue away,

Sometimes for a day,

So they never got anything done.

Tic ‘81

My Father put a lot of expectations on my brother as he was the only boy. We as sisters knew if we wanted something from our Mother we would ask Burchard to put in the request and visa versa if he wanted something from Daddy us girls were the ones who would do the asking. That is not to say that either of our parents loved anyone of us more than the other - Mother just knew us girls so well that we were not able to get away with much while Burchard could aways sweet talk her...
Boy do I miss my brother and both my parents.
Even though I was at times somewhat of a worry and pain to them

MY ROOM

My room is such a mess,

Which puts my mother in distress,

I try to be tidy,

But, oh kirfidy!

My room remains a dreadful mess.

Tic ‘81

we were in the new house out at the farm - so I had a nice room - not the dark mouse infested one in the bunk-house or the upstairs hall in the main house we had lived in for 5 years - I had a nice room which I was suppose to keep tidy. The limerick above was posted on my door and that still did not stop my Father from throwing everything I had left on the floor out of the bedroom window onto the lawn while I was away at school - afternoon task cleaning it all up - lesson learned for a short time...
My Father loved my Mother and tried to make sure that we children caused her as little stress as was possible with five of us. Parents worry and stress out over their children.
Boy to do I miss them all!!!!!!!