Another song, this one is from my own experiences growing up in my family. What can I say? The holidays are here... a time for sweet memories and flickering candlelight.
My Best Friends
Helping Mommy in the kitchen, licking out the bowl;
When we got an owie, Mommy’s kiss could make us whole;
Wrestling with Daddy, after dishes were done,
Dancing in the living room, memories of fun.
Family bonds
Of love so strong
Growing up together
Made us friends forever
Brothers and sister, my best friends
Running through the sprinkler or playing make-believe
Baseball in the back yard, and climbing up tall trees,
Eating supper together, every single night
Daddy reading stories before turning out the lights.
Family bonds
Of love so strong
Growing up together
Made us friends forever
Brothers and sister, my best friends
And though we grow and live miles apart
These memories always live in my heart
They make me stop, they make me smile
Reminding me for just a while
Family bonds
Of love so strong
Growing up together
Made us friends forever
Brothers and sister, my best friends
And now we’ve grown, we’re miles apart
Sweet memories stay alive in my heart
And though I know childhood must end
I’m never alone, nor without friends
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
November 29, 2011
November 22, 2011
Poetry Corner Tuesday
I much prefer writing song lyrics to just writing poetry. This is a realization I have come to in the past few years. I love writing poetry, but hearing my words turned into music is just one of the most rewarding things I've ever experienced.
This is another song that Brittany commissioned a while back. Another one I don't know if she ever got around to writing music for... but hopefully someday!
This song is based on the story of Chicken Little... but with a twist...
Sky Fall Away
On his head the acorn fell we know the story well
What if that little chicken was too afraid to tell?
Perhaps a lot of others, would not have gotten scared
They also wouldn’t know how much their king really cared.
[chorus]
Sky, fall away, send us running to our King
He will calm our hearts and all fears we may bring.
So sky, fall away, fall away, fall away, fall away
Troubles bring us fears and doubts with questions like, “Why me?”
Caught up in our moment, we can find it hard to see
That big or small, real or imagined, with everything
Like that little chicken we should run straight to the King.
[bridge]
Time and again, in our lives,
We hesitate to do what’s right
Terrified that no one cares
That no one listens to our prayers
[chorus]
Sky, fall away, send us running to our King
He will calm our hearts and all fears we may bring.
So sky, fall away, fall away, fall away
This is another song that Brittany commissioned a while back. Another one I don't know if she ever got around to writing music for... but hopefully someday!
This song is based on the story of Chicken Little... but with a twist...
Sky Fall Away
On his head the acorn fell we know the story well
What if that little chicken was too afraid to tell?
Perhaps a lot of others, would not have gotten scared
They also wouldn’t know how much their king really cared.
[chorus]
Sky, fall away, send us running to our King
He will calm our hearts and all fears we may bring.
So sky, fall away, fall away, fall away, fall away
Troubles bring us fears and doubts with questions like, “Why me?”
Caught up in our moment, we can find it hard to see
That big or small, real or imagined, with everything
Like that little chicken we should run straight to the King.
[bridge]
Time and again, in our lives,
We hesitate to do what’s right
Terrified that no one cares
That no one listens to our prayers
[chorus]
Sky, fall away, send us running to our King
He will calm our hearts and all fears we may bring.
So sky, fall away, fall away, fall away
November 15, 2011
Poetry Corner Tuesday
One of the things I do besides write books, is I am a lyricist for Brittany Jean. Every now and then I'll send her a set of lyrics and ask her to create a song out of them... but more often she will "commission" a set of lyrics. This one was in memory of a classmate of hers in high school who died a few years ago. I don't know if she has put it to music yet, but the story captured me and her ideas for the song just wrapped themselves around my thoughts. It usually takes me a few hours to write a song, but this one came to me in the span of about 20 minutes.
Sailing Into the Arms of God
Sailing away before his time
The pain is ours, we must press on
With heavy hearts we’re left behind.
Are you prepared
To walk on water?
Are you prepared
To meet your King?
When your ship comes
Will you also sail
Into the arms of God?
It’s hard to understand the why
So much left on his horizon
Too strong, too brave, too young to die.
Are you prepared
To walk on water?
Are you prepared
To meet your King?
When your ship comes
Will you also sail
Into the arms of God?
Bridge
If we could just see beyond the veil
That separates us from what’s to come
Even now our hearts would not fail
The faithful will be welcomed home.
Sailing away he goes before
He’s strong and healthy at the prow
Sailing into the arms of the Lord.
Are you prepared
To walk on water?
Are you prepared
To meet your King?
When your ship comes
Will you also sail
Into the arms of God?
Sailing Into the Arms of God
Sailing away before his time
The pain is ours, we must press on
With heavy hearts we’re left behind.
Are you prepared
To walk on water?
Are you prepared
To meet your King?
When your ship comes
Will you also sail
Into the arms of God?
It’s hard to understand the why
So much left on his horizon
Too strong, too brave, too young to die.
Are you prepared
To walk on water?
Are you prepared
To meet your King?
When your ship comes
Will you also sail
Into the arms of God?
Bridge
If we could just see beyond the veil
That separates us from what’s to come
Even now our hearts would not fail
The faithful will be welcomed home.
Sailing away he goes before
He’s strong and healthy at the prow
Sailing into the arms of the Lord.
Are you prepared
To walk on water?
Are you prepared
To meet your King?
When your ship comes
Will you also sail
Into the arms of God?
June 28, 2011
Poetry Corner Tuesday
Snow Phantoms
Under the moon on a clear night
Silhouetted in the starry light
Phantoms spring up, out of the ground,
I tarry, haunted by the sight.
Wraith-like wisps dancing to and fro,
Sliding through the darkness they go
Flitting through imagination;
And prancing patterns on the snow.
Voiceless words hanging in the air,
Phantom cries catch me unaware,
Howls fill the sky, riding the wind
Echoing all around, a dare.
They enchant me, tempt me to stay,
But they also warn me away;
Lean and hungry, the green eyes glare,
I leave the phantoms to the day.
Under the moon on a clear night
Silhouetted in the starry light
Phantoms spring up, out of the ground,
I tarry, haunted by the sight.
Wraith-like wisps dancing to and fro,
Sliding through the darkness they go
Flitting through imagination;
And prancing patterns on the snow.
Voiceless words hanging in the air,
Phantom cries catch me unaware,
Howls fill the sky, riding the wind
Echoing all around, a dare.
They enchant me, tempt me to stay,
But they also warn me away;
Lean and hungry, the green eyes glare,
I leave the phantoms to the day.
May 09, 2011
Poetry Corner
Five-Year-Old Gardening 4-24-02
When the rain ends
the white dandelions
– tufts of fluff –
begin to stretch out again
peeking their eyes open
to make sure
the rain is gone.
I wait, patiently curious
until the sun has dried them out,
then I snatch up the weed
and blow,
so hard that I need to gasp
again for breath.
The tiny bits of flower float off
dancing merrily away from me.
I am satisfied.
I have helped mom
with the weeding.
I return to my play,
never suspecting
that I have just planted
twenty-five new weeds.
~Jenelle Schmidt
When the rain ends
the white dandelions
– tufts of fluff –
begin to stretch out again
peeking their eyes open
to make sure
the rain is gone.
I wait, patiently curious
until the sun has dried them out,
then I snatch up the weed
and blow,
so hard that I need to gasp
again for breath.
The tiny bits of flower float off
dancing merrily away from me.
I am satisfied.
I have helped mom
with the weeding.
I return to my play,
never suspecting
that I have just planted
twenty-five new weeds.
~Jenelle Schmidt
May 02, 2011
Poetry Corner
I really enjoy writing Style poetry. The following is a Shakespearean Sonnet. 14 lines, with a rhyme scheme of abab cdcd efef gg, in iambic pentameter (10 syllables per line following an unstressed/stressed pattern). I find it fun to "write within the rules" when it comes to poetry... I know, I am a bit insane. Thought it fitting considering the proximity of Easter, to post this one.
He Shook off the Dusty Grave
In dark and creeping mist they hung him high,
His crimson teardrops flowed to heal the land,
This man, the Son of God, they crucified,
Forgiveness in his eyes and outstretched hands.
The Prince of Glory on a rugged cross
Its rough and splintered wood tore at his flesh,
In darkened day creation mourned its loss
He cleansed mankind from sin with his distress.
A crystal tear dripped down from Heaven’s clouds
Then trumpets called from Glory’s highest throne;
Embracing life, his steps were firm and proud
The Lord of life arose to claim his own.
A ring of gold replacing cruel thorns,
With radiant light, his brow this crown adorns.
He Shook off the Dusty Grave
In dark and creeping mist they hung him high,
His crimson teardrops flowed to heal the land,
This man, the Son of God, they crucified,
Forgiveness in his eyes and outstretched hands.
The Prince of Glory on a rugged cross
Its rough and splintered wood tore at his flesh,
In darkened day creation mourned its loss
He cleansed mankind from sin with his distress.
A crystal tear dripped down from Heaven’s clouds
Then trumpets called from Glory’s highest throne;
Embracing life, his steps were firm and proud
The Lord of life arose to claim his own.
A ring of gold replacing cruel thorns,
With radiant light, his brow this crown adorns.
April 11, 2011
Poetry Corner
Dazzling Darkness 1-11-01
There is a darkness in my soul
Where brightness used to flicker
Left is just an empty hole
That now grows dark and darker.
The foaming, empty sea is full
Of what confuses me
Both deep and dark yet light and shallow
Perhaps it holds the key.
Emotions wash over my heart
Love and hate, joy and sorrow;
Light and dark, leaving battle scars
Fighting to win over my soul.
Near comes a diamond glow
Piercing the heart of me
Bursting into my soul
Leaving me empty of me.
The darkness terrifies my heart
Yet I run to its embrace
With light peeking into my eyes
I stare at the dark, ugly face.
Enthralled and in horror I realize
The face is none but my own
Under the witness of stormy skies
I battle myself alone.
Darkness so bright it blinds me
I dash down the grim, haunted road
The world seems ghastly and empty
I shiver alone in the cold.
Long lonely shadows are all I hold
As I peer at the path ahead
Horror creeps into my soul
As I realize, I am dead.
Then, out of the sky, a scarrèd hand
Reaches down to comfort me;
Lifting me up, helping me stand
Leaving me pure and clean.
~Jenelle Schmidt
There is a darkness in my soul
Where brightness used to flicker
Left is just an empty hole
That now grows dark and darker.
The foaming, empty sea is full
Of what confuses me
Both deep and dark yet light and shallow
Perhaps it holds the key.
Emotions wash over my heart
Love and hate, joy and sorrow;
Light and dark, leaving battle scars
Fighting to win over my soul.
Near comes a diamond glow
Piercing the heart of me
Bursting into my soul
Leaving me empty of me.
The darkness terrifies my heart
Yet I run to its embrace
With light peeking into my eyes
I stare at the dark, ugly face.
Enthralled and in horror I realize
The face is none but my own
Under the witness of stormy skies
I battle myself alone.
Darkness so bright it blinds me
I dash down the grim, haunted road
The world seems ghastly and empty
I shiver alone in the cold.
Long lonely shadows are all I hold
As I peer at the path ahead
Horror creeps into my soul
As I realize, I am dead.
Then, out of the sky, a scarrèd hand
Reaches down to comfort me;
Lifting me up, helping me stand
Leaving me pure and clean.
~Jenelle Schmidt
April 04, 2011
Poetry Corner
Some Dreams Do
10-19-01
“Once upon a time…”
Or so the story goes,
And then in perfect rhyme
The fairytale flows.
To the beautiful, captive princess
The perfect prince or knight
Rides to save her from distress
And everything ends all right.
But “once upon a time” isn’t now,
Not all tears end in laughter,
And we can’t always see how
It could end “happily ever after.”
Life isn’t a fairytale, it’s real
Still, things aren’t always as they seem;
Though it becomes painful
Cling tightly to your dreams.
No, there is no perfect rhyme,
And perfect knights are few,
No “once upon a time,”
Yet, some dreams do come true.
~Jenelle Leanne Schmidt
10-19-01
“Once upon a time…”
Or so the story goes,
And then in perfect rhyme
The fairytale flows.
To the beautiful, captive princess
The perfect prince or knight
Rides to save her from distress
And everything ends all right.
But “once upon a time” isn’t now,
Not all tears end in laughter,
And we can’t always see how
It could end “happily ever after.”
Life isn’t a fairytale, it’s real
Still, things aren’t always as they seem;
Though it becomes painful
Cling tightly to your dreams.
No, there is no perfect rhyme,
And perfect knights are few,
No “once upon a time,”
Yet, some dreams do come true.
~Jenelle Leanne Schmidt
November 11, 2010
Happy Veteran's Day
I wrote this a while back for my sister to make into a song. I wish I had the ability to post it here so you could listen to it... but I don't. I love how she can take words and turn them into music, it just amazes me. Anyway, I thought it fitting, considering the date, to post the lyrics today:
Don't Rob Us of Our Heroes
Just take a look around you, do you think this all came cheap?
It cost a lot in good men’s blood for us become free.
Now it’s said we shouldn’t have been there, out across the sea
Helping men and women like us, how selfish should we be?
Don’t rob us of our heroes
Don’t tarnish their names
They may not have flown like Superman
But they’re heroes just the same.
They gave up all the comforts that you and I afford
To sacrifice, lay down their lives, heroes to the core.
Don’t tell me they didn’t believe in what they’re fighting for
Here back home it’s our job to lift them to the Lord.
A freedom’s flag now waves aloft in far and distant lands
Placed there by some who gave their all with strong and steady hands.
Respect the love they freely gave, those brave men with their guns
Before faulting them remember: that is my neighbor’s son.
Beloved of their families
Lifted up in prayer
Let us bow our heads and thank the Lord
For our soldiers everywhere.
They’re our heroes....
~Jenelle Schmidt
To all those who have served and are currently serving our country in the military: Thank You. Our thoughts and prayers are with you all days, but today in particular. You are our heroes.
Don't Rob Us of Our Heroes
Just take a look around you, do you think this all came cheap?
It cost a lot in good men’s blood for us become free.
Now it’s said we shouldn’t have been there, out across the sea
Helping men and women like us, how selfish should we be?
Don’t rob us of our heroes
Don’t tarnish their names
They may not have flown like Superman
But they’re heroes just the same.
They gave up all the comforts that you and I afford
To sacrifice, lay down their lives, heroes to the core.
Don’t tell me they didn’t believe in what they’re fighting for
Here back home it’s our job to lift them to the Lord.
A freedom’s flag now waves aloft in far and distant lands
Placed there by some who gave their all with strong and steady hands.
Respect the love they freely gave, those brave men with their guns
Before faulting them remember: that is my neighbor’s son.
Beloved of their families
Lifted up in prayer
Let us bow our heads and thank the Lord
For our soldiers everywhere.
They’re our heroes....
~Jenelle Schmidt
To all those who have served and are currently serving our country in the military: Thank You. Our thoughts and prayers are with you all days, but today in particular. You are our heroes.
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