Sunday church
A gathering of sinners
A time to praise and
Bring songs to life
Singing hymns then
Passing the collection plate
While we sit in the chapel
Listening to a sermon
On penance and
Wishing we were
Someplace else
An echo of the mikes
Awakens us from daydreaming
Are we learning our lessons yet?
Or is our soul still sleeping?
Afterwards pretending
A façade of caring
Sharing dinner in an
Act of fellowship
Just to be in a
Social situation a little longer
Before going home
To our solitary life
Having given tithes
To allay our guilt
And buy penance
For another week
By Starema
© 11-30-03
© 4-2-03
Upon the wall
My memories
Of times past
Joys and sorrows
Pictures of birth,
Childhood, family
The years pass by
The hairdos, clothes
Of past decades
Remind me of
How far I have come
Photographs, caricatures
Smiles looking back
Encased in frames of
Many colors,
Many loves look back
At me, yet it is significant
That this wall only has
Happy memories
Some of when the family
Was intact, when the dreaded
Nest was far from empty
Will there be more memories
Added to this, more loves,
Maybe even grandkids to add
I sit typing by the computer,
The memory wall engulfing me
As I move forward my clocks,
I think of all the many locks
We have upon our doors to our heart.
Many have had great memories
But some have had great hurts.
Some have felt both tug at their heart.
Having shared in the good and the bad,
I choose to harbor and share joy and love.
Some choose to forget and deny their injuries.
I'd rather dwell in the pleasant memories
Using the tortured ones to strengthen me.
I suffer in silence and grieve in silence.
Then I grab myself up and bounce to my beat,
The beat of sharing and loving those God has
Been so kind to place in to my neverending journey.
Thank you all for being a part, of that journey.
That blessed journey is my daily travels of life.
May God bless me with more days with thee.
April 23, 2002
Sad always underlies my smile.
Why I ask couldn’t I be loved?
Why was I so not good enough?
Why did my mom rarely hug me?
My eyes twinkle and sparkle
But behind lays tears needing to be shed
So many hurts piled on so deep
So few joys to shout out loud
Yet, I go on and persevere
Strong and proud that I am a survivor
Pretty and loving, caring and giving
What is it lacking that keeps me alone?
What is it about me that everyone
Loves to talk to but no one takes me home?
So much to give yet never anyone to share it with
I smile and go on and smile so more
No one realizes the emotions hidden beneath
By Starema
© 6-29-03