Welcome to Widget's Poetry Corner Here you will find pieces of my work, from the most recent to the very first. I am an amatuer writer who has recently discovered an ability to write poetry, or words of expression if you will. I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoy sharing them with you.

Lost and Found
I am lost, so I am told By inner thoughts of days of old
Roaming and searching, hoping to be found By one whose love and truths abound
Days go by, months and years Many filled with inner tears
Until one day I happened to see A reflection of what was me
Like the contents of a very good book A long close look is what I took
I realized that I had been deceived That I was lost, I was a fool to believe
Who I have been waiting for me to find Had been myself all this time
I possess love and truths deep in me This I was needing to see
All it took was a gaze deep inside I found myself, I can no longer hide
I feel free, safe, and sound For at last I have been found
TMSİ January 23, 2000


What You Tossed Aside
You're walking along and stumble across something. You stop to see what it is and you pick it up. What you find isn't anything striking so you toss it aside and go on your way. Each day you follow the same path and you notice that same object still sitting where you tossed it, untouched.

One day, you see another individual happily showing off a very valuable item that many admire. You're curious as to what it is and have a look. You notice something familiar about it but can't quite place what. You think to yourself how fortunate that individual is to have found something so precious and wish that you could have found what they have found.

As you walk away, you suddenly stop. It occurs to you what is so familiar about the treasure that person found. As you stand there in disbelief you realize that what that individual was so fortunate to find was, in fact, the very same thing that you yourself tossed aside earlier. How could you have been such a fool? You know the object isn't very striking but the value that it contains causes it to shine more beautifully than anything you had ever seen before. Why did you not see it before?

It lies there untouched. Unnoticed by many who pass it by. What sort of person ought you to be to notice that what lies there is far more precious than you realize? Does it have to shine and sparkle to catch your eye? Remember, to find a treasure one must look beyond the surface. One must explore the ordinary to discover the extraordinary.
TMSİ November 26, 1999


Hair or Bare
Hair or bare, I don't care A firm chest is what I like best To rest my head there instead With arms of steel, oh how that would feel
To hold me close, heaven only knows I dare to dream, unreal it would seem But someday, I dare to say I will find that man of mine
He will possess a nice warm chest A heart so sweet, for me it will beat It will reveal a love that's real How devine that it will be mine
So do I care if hair is there? What do you see? You tell me Time will show what I will know Until then, here I'll end
TMSİ November 9, 1999


Tree Girls
As a seed there wasn't much to it Waiting and waiting for life to begin In time it started its journey Growing and growing and taking life in
Who would have thought a seed so small Could produce such a beautiful tree Who would have thought it would grow so big Or even exist thanks to Giemme
This tree is protected and watched day and night It is cherished and cared for just as pearls Filled with love and enjoyment for all Thanks to the beauty and love of the Tree Girls
TMSİ October 19, 1999


The Journey
I awake to a journey that began long ago In search of treasure more valued than gold What is this quest that I find myself on That holds me prisoner and left all alone I wonder and wander down a mysterious path Through a forest filled with hatred and wrath I battle these feelings to protect my soul Only to find it has taken its toll Why am I burdened with this impossible quest What is this aching so deep in my chest What is this treasure I am desperate to find That has commanded my course and consumed my mind To answer these questions I must press on Until the treasure and I become as one Pain and weakness have there way Persuading me from my quest to stray Something deep within me groans To end this journey it does bemoan I must go on and climb that peak I must this treasure continue to seek The need drives me I cannot deny To live without it I would surely die If I succeed what is in it for me What will this treasure allow me to see I know somehow that it does exist And powers untold it does possess I know this treasure that I seek It calls to me to me it speaks I will find it by God above I will behold its power the power of love
TMSİ October 12, 1999


What You Seek...
To look upon her one would not know how time has punished her. She is worn and weathered, yet she holds abundant beauty. She possesses an integrity which has given her the strength to endure what time has meted out. From the many lessons it has coldly taught her she has acquired wisdom. Yet there is a mystery within. It is this mystery that gives her a sutble allure. To those who dare to embrace her she brings complete delight. Within lie treasures unclaimed. Will you dare to enter into a realm uncharted?
If only you could find this vision described, you would venture to explore. Yet there is one thing you have failed to notice, one thing you don't see. This vision stands before you waiting, this vision is me.
TMSİ August 10, 1999


Beautiful Twisted Night
I sit here all alone On this beautiful twisted night Peering into the darkness I am searching for the light
Images dance around me Lovely visions of delight Someone stands before me Speak to him, I might
No longer am I alone On this beautiful twisted night I have seen through the darkness And I love with all my might
TMSİ June 4, 1999


There She Is
There she is. Sitting out in the sun for all to see. All polished, and clean. Sparkling, so as to catch the eye of her would be owner. She's looking pretty good. A few onlookers pass by. One stops to take a closer look. Could it be? No. Not this time.
She waits, and what should pull up along side her but a sleeker, more attractive model. Within minutes that model is swept away. Oh well, she was a bit smaller and sportier. It was inevitable. Once again she waits. More onlookers pass by, passing her up for the occasional newer, sleeker model. Time shows that those other models cease to satisfy, or they simply break down after awhile. They get traded in for other newer models, because they just don't seem to offer too much in the long run. Yet, still she waits.
Time goes by. After years of being overlooked, the environment hasn't been too kind. A few scratches on the surface, maybe not as beautiful as others. She may not sparkle quite as much, but boy does her engine roar! She's as strong as the first day she showed herself. Full of integrity and endurance. Oh! What she could offer to the right person who would just give her the chance. She patiently waits. It's been awhile since anyone has stopped to check her out, but look! Finally, someone who appreciates something of value. They take her for a test drive, they look her over real good. She's excited, and anxious to show this person what they've been missing. Then she hears, "She's nice looking. I enjoyed the time I had with her, but I don't think I'm interested." Her heart sinks. It isn't the first time.
She continues to wait, but for what? She can only sit there so long before her engine seizes up. The years she spent dreaming. Dreaming of being cherished and well treated, of taking care of the one who chose to take her home. Going places she had never been before. How her engined roared! She had so much to offer, they would've loved her until the day they died.
There she is. Sitting out in the sun for all to see. Oh, what a ride it would've been.
TMSİ May 21, 1999


Plight of Surrender
I was born a woman. Early in life man has been against me. I have not declared war, yet he seems to have positioned himself as my enemy. He either does not acknowledge me, or he looks upon me with perversion. I have fought off his attacks, I have also survived them. Does being such a survivor hurt his pride, or threaten his ego? Is it wrong for a woman to carry herself with strength and confidence? Do I have to become vulnerable in order for him to make peace? I cannot, for I cannot change who I am. Man, I have only implored his love. How can I convey to him that I am no threat? That, if his advance is truly sincere, I will submit willingly? Yes, I will surrender.
TMSİ March 15, 1999


The Mask
I turn and look, it appears to be a vision. A vision of sweetness and serenity. Could this be real? Enchanted, I am swept into a strange new world. I fear the unknown, so I resist. However, I discover a weakness I did not know I possessed, and I am rendered defenseless. What is this that I feel? I am made to feel special, adored and appreciated. Perhaps I am being foolish, I am confused. Who is behind all of this? Why am I here? I see a man in the distance. Could this be him? He appears to embody this world. I begin towards him, yet he seems to be further away. I continue. I hear a voice and look away, I see nothing. I direct my attention back to the man in the distance, yet he is gone. I frantically look all around. Where could he be? I turn and turn and turn and suddenly... I am face to face with him. I reach out to touch him, but he is not there. What game is this? I want to leave, but I am compelled to search for him again and again. At last, I find him. What? He is not alone. He does not see me, so I quickly make my approach. He turns, I am there. He is surprised and attempts to make an escape. I reach out to grab hold of him. I have him! Yes, victory! But wait. Suddenly, this world crumbles around me. The vision that I had seen is gone. As I try to understand, I realize I am still holding something in my hand. All that I had seen, all that I had felt and sought. What is this? All was not as it had seemed, "What is this?" I ask. For in my hand I held nothing, nothing but a mask.
TMSİ December 1998


Self Reflection
As I sit here all alone I think of you The way you make me laugh The way you do the things you do
There are times you make me angry Times you make me sad I try to understand you Sometimes you can be so bad
No one knows you better Except the one above You try real hard to do well But you, can I truly love?
Without you I could not live There is so much you help me to see One thing is sure about you Without you, I would not be me.
TMSİ May 31, 1998


Titanic
Immense and mystic was she Only once carried by the sea She existed in a blaze of glory Forever told is her story The price that she did pay To live in our memory to this day A majestic fortress full of grace Now lying in the ocean's dark embrace Her last moments filled with panic This great vessel, the Titanic.
TMSİ May 1998

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