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Beautiful Words

Since I am in a haiku mood, I thought I would write a cycle called “What is beauty.” It took me a while to write this, and since it is late, I ask that you grant me a reprieve for anything you find particularly egregious. Thanks for reading.

What is Beauty?

Is it a social construct

or open for change?

 

Beauty is not on

the outside but within you.

Embrace what’s inside.

 

It is not defined

by someone else from outside

it’s up for debate.

 

Beautiful is not

new or pretty or showy

it is heart and mind

 

Beauty is thinking

It is moving to action

love epitomized

 

It is in small things

like roses, smiles, and hugs; moments.

little ideas

 

Big dreams, successes,

failures, and in between, all

can be beautiful.

 

I tell you all this:

If you think that you’re ugly

you are wildly wrong.

 

You are beautiful

Just as everyone else is.

Embrace confidence.

 

Find someone who loves

you for who you really are.

Not for an ideal.

 

When you find people

that you want to spend moments

with; make memories.

 

You will then see what

beauty truly is, and that

is no lie; truly.

 

Beauty is no joke.

It is not a thing messed with.

Beauty is our dream.

 

We desire beauty

like milk, keeping us awake

at night, pushing us.

 

So we go on; restless

wanderers in faithless chase

after an ideal.

 

Beauty lies within

the sacrifice of a Dad

who sent baby Boy

 

To die hard for us,

a lamb to the slaughterhouse

all for salvation.

 

That is the beauty

we seek. A life with the Son

who came to save US.

 

Young Carpenter, hung

on a wooden stake for me.

Because of His love.

 

So I sit in my

ineptitude; pondering

the grace that abounds.

 

This is beauty also.

The love of a father, too

great to comprehend.

 

I guess beauty lies

in all things, big and small; we

just have to find it.

 

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My Entry for the Creative Writing Challenge

Well, I saw a haiku contest, and I wanted to enter. It is as simple as that. I will post all five haikus here at once, and hopefully they will be rather good! I call this “Haikus on a rainy Monday.” I will post a link below for anyone else interested in the little game.

Here we go!

1. I wake up

I wake up sad; angry.

It is snowing out my window

And I still have class.

 

2. Time to get ready

I get out of bed

And throw some pants on, I’m rushed.

I don’t want to leave.

 

3. Class

British Lit, why not?

Sense and Sensibility

My mind; worn to mush.

 

4. Work

I sit at my desk

Pondering mysteries of

Blogging or sleeping.

 

5. Bed again

Sweet sleep, so far gone

Time to catch up with you now.

Close my eyes sweetly.

They may not be great, but it’s a start! Hopefully you will be able to get your creative juices flowing. Here’s a link! http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/

My Lady, My Main Squeeze, My Good Ole’ Southern Belle.

Well, today is pretty special. My girlfriend, who I love so dearly, has successfully tolerated me for three years. Three whole years! Isn’t that pretty wonderful? She still loves me…unbelievable. Today, I am posting what is essentially a shout-out to her: I am going to tell you three reasons why I like her, and then show you guys all a poem I wrote about her (for what it’s worth, I am waiting to know if it will be published – would add to the excitement). Here we go!

1. Tori loves Jesus way more than she’ll ever love me, and that is great. I firmly believe that the way to grow closest to your significant other is by pursuing God together, so Tori has provided me a challenge, being someone who holds me accountable, someone who helps me to see what I need to see in order to become a more Godly young man. 

2. Tori isn’t afraid to laugh at my jokes. For gosh sake, couples are so boring! People love each other madly, but don’t seem to have any sense of humor sometimes. They look like they have lost interest in each other. Tori, whether fake or not, laughs at my jokes, and I laugh at hers. We both find each other fascinating, and I pray that never ends. Humor is enormously important to success in our relationship!

3. Tori loves Jesus, but also loves me. I cannot understate how wonderful it feels to have someone who desires to spend time with you. It really is great. You could say our love is sweet like poetry…heh heh. 

 

I love her, as you can tell! Here is the poem:

 

Beautiful blonde girl sitting across the table from me,

Deep blue eyes staring into mine.

She holds my hands and we tell wonderful stories,

Another night

Where she is looking divine.

I love her

I think of her all the time

The way she loves, the way she can make a moment out of a subtle

Pause-

She gets me so excited that sometimes I forget how to rhyme.

She means the world to me but I don’t think she’ll understand the gravity

of it all.

Her red like roses lips, her diamond-shiny smile, how she walks about effortlessly.

The way she laughs: not loud, not too soft…just as it should be.

A cacophony of melodies singing straight from her beautiful

soul.

This girl, she’s perfect.

Perfectly passionate about those less fortunate,

About a God who provides,

One whose love she reflects like the moon does the sun.

From the moment I saw her five years ago, I knew

She was the

One.

She is also perfectly

Imperfect.

Not afraid to admit flaw or failure,

And

always ready to embrace mine

And that’s why I love her above all else on this Earth.

She is wonderful, and just what I need.

And best of all

 

 

She loves me

 

 

 

 

 

Happy 3 year Tori!

Wumbo. Because I couldn’t think of a cool blog title.

Blog time! So this week is homecoming week at ECU. What does that mean? I don’t know! I just got here. But I do plan to figure it out. I know there’s lots of pep rallies and food, and at some point, someone is playing football. I think. Isn’t that how this goes? Well. Anyways. I am writing this blog just because I can, I am struggling to come up with any rhyme or reason. So what is there to say? I had an idea to write a post about life, but nothing exciting is happening right now. I am just reading, writing papers, reading, hanging out with Tori, reading, and oh…did I mention I read alot? I have already read over 500 pages and written close to 40. Not even half way through the semester yet. Its been busy. And let me also say that this is not a humble brag, because let’s be honest. Who the heck brags about homework? I’m not that weird. Yet. I am just tired. I am loving life, and I feel like I am understanding my classes for the first time in a long time. If any of you would be interested in hearing about what I am learning or writing about, let me know! I have gobs of time to share it all via blog, Facebook, Twitter, Myspace (I just got it-how hipster of me! Well. No. Not really. That’s for a different post.), or any number of any methods. I am even willing to write letters. Just let me know friends! I love you all. Keep learning.

 

My Reading List So Far (Again, not a humble brag, just showing the amount I am assigned. I enjoy it.)

Beowulf : 256 pages

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight: 237 pages

Pelican Shakespeare: The Sonnets: 208 pages

Mother Night: 288 pages

Randomly Assigned Readings: Over 60 pages

Three more books and a play to read!

Poems, Papers, and Peer Review. Oh my!

Hey guess what! I’m on a poetry frenzy. Today in Ethnic Literature, we did peer reviews. These are the days where other students are fully allowed to tear your paper up, and I hate the critiques on a pretty typical basis. lol. So. Here is my poem titled “Peer Review.”

 

I just wrote a darn good paper.
Lots of words, some fancy usage too.
I finished it this morning,
Now its time for peer review.
I pass it to the left,
Nerves well up inside, …
She looks at me and laughs,
I think I’m gonna die.

She handed back my paper
black and blue like Rocky after Apollo (the first time).
I slump back in my chair
“Yo Adrien! Yo Mickey!”
No luck.
I’m stuck.
Again.

Here I sit
alone
in the corner with a bashed paper
and bashed dreams.
My peer review was finally over.
I left, my “darn good paper” and me,
I knew I could recover
as my heart filled with glee,
because

Its lunch time.

Another poem-maybe I’m getting the hang of this?

I was thinking about my girlfriend the other day, as our anniversary just passed. I thought I’d write. Here is another poem I am considering sending in for publication in the ECU literary magazine, please give your feedback! I am still getting the hang of the poetry thing:

 

Her

 

I love her

I think of her all the time

The way she loves, the way she can make a moment out of a subtle

Pause-

She means the world to me but I don’t think she’ll understand the gravity

of it all.

Her red like roses lips, her diamond-shiny smile…it’s all beautiful.

The way she laughs: not loud, not too soft…just as it should be.

A cacophony of melodies singing straight from her beautiful

soul.

This girl, she’s perfect.

Perfectly passionate about those less fortunate,

About a God who provides,

One whose love she reflects like the moon does the sun.

She is also perfectly

Imperfect.

And that’s why I love her so very much.

She is wonderful, and just what I need.

And best of all

 

 

She loves me

The Koala I found in my default pictures file liked this poem. You might too.

So…I really am probably not very good at this, but what the hey! I told you I was going to write a poem for my next post. We’ll see how this goes. I call it “Memoirs of a dead Jedi.” Hopefully you all like it

 

There I was

laying half dead on the Mustafarian lava-beach

hacked to pieces by a man I thought the world of

my life was a lie from the start

the dark side totally occupies my heart

so what? yeah my Midichlorian count was high

I will forever regret becoming a Jedi

because now I am stuck in this stupid suit.

victim of high expectations

trapped in a cage of what could have been

and what will never be.

Padme is dead,

and so are my dreams of a hope and a future.

All I have is this suit. this big, painfully awkward suit.

Black and imposing,

both an ugly outfit and a vital part of me

keeping me alive

but killing me all at the same time

well, its safe to say I’m dead.

The part of me that loved and cared

the part of me that would have spared

a life

its all gone now.

the only realities I face are the what I’ve become and what I can still be.

I need to find hope somewhere,

maybe a light in a far off galaxy.

I hate him for what he did to me,

but because of him, now I see

the future, my power in full.

The dark side is where its at.

no if’s and’s or big hairy Wookie butts.

I hope for a future where I can find some sort of peace,

but for now I am a dead Jedi, roaming the universe

in search of something

A New Hope

Jesus, Tori, School, and Stark Naked Poetry. Sounds interesting enough.

Today marks the day I write about the day I should have written about already. Got that? Yeah. I am a little behind on blogging, and here’s why: college. A new one, in a new state, presenting all sorts of new challenges. The last few weeks have been crazy great, and I fully intend on telling you AAAALLLLLLLLLL about them. Alright. Starting now. I’ve already posted in my blog about my transfer process and how I ended up at a school in podunk-ville, Oklahoma. If you didn’t know I was here, read the other posts. I would love that:) But anyways, yeah. I ended up in the small town of Ada, Oklahoma, where the sun shines bright and the people are…well…interesting. Being a city boy and moving out here to what in my eyes is southern life was interesting. There is a learning curve living here and being from St. Louis, but I love a good challenge. Just as an aside, let me give you a few things I’ve learned thus far:

1. Oklahoma residents have a line-dance for every song. Ever. If you don’t think so, just come down here and watch. This place is like High School Musical. I once watched a DJ put on a country song, and about a hundred people came out of the woodwork with an intricate, fully choreographed line-dance. Wow is all I have to say, it was actually kind of impressive/creepy.

2. These people love, and I mean LOVE their sweet tea and jacked up trucks. Not everyone in Oklahoma is like this, but a great population of students on campus appreciate a good sweet tea, some sort of fried food, and a drive in their jacked and stacked Ford 750 (being facetious).

3. Oklahoma has some very interesting town names. Just to name a few: Miami (pronounced Miamuh…I know right?), Wetumpka, Eufala, Tishonmingo, and many others. There’s also a Pottawatomie county near my school. Lol. Definitely different from Arnold or Bolivar.

4. If you come to Oklahoma, know your football. Do I have to explain myself? Its almost the deep south here. They like football alot. Well. So do I. So that’s not bad.

5. Oklahomans, for the most part, are pretty kind people. In my time here, I’ve come across some great new friends and I am feeling hospitality to spare. I really like these people alot.

So far, Oklahoma is a pretty cool place. I’ve made alot of new friends, found a great church, and Tori and I are getting along wonderfully! Guys,
its pretty awesome. I also am really enjoying my classes. I really think that I am falling in love with literature, and I find that to be a wonderful thing! In the first two weeks of school, I’ve already polished off over 500 pages of reading, but the work is worthwhile. I’m learning alot, and I feel like concepts are clicking. There’s nothing like sitting down with a good book or collection of poetry and just digging in, amirite? Oh! And by the wayI just love it. Everything feels right here. I’m proud to be an ECU Tiger, and I really think the future is beautiful here. God has been very good!

Thanks for reading if you did, if not, thanks for thinking about it. I really love you guys.

I close with an incredibly profound, tiger-themed poem:

Roar

I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
Cause I am the champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar

Yeah, I know. Katy Perry. Catchy song. Lol. Note the sarcasm in my intro. I’ll write an original poem for my next post.

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She’s the reason I’m here. Isn’t she pretty?? I think so:)