Copyright 2004-2023 all poems on this site are the original work of Sheri McFarland. All rights reserved.<\/p>\n
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Longevity<\/p>\n
Long life was once seen as a blessing desired
\nBut these days it is seen not to be.<\/p>\n
Now old ones are seen as just burdens to young,
\nAnd the selfish just want to be free.<\/p>\n
When bodies grow weaker and feebleness comes
\nAnd they need extra help from the strong.<\/p>\n
They earned the respect and the care they require
\nFor they gave and worked hard for so long!<\/p>\n
They cared for their children, provided their needs
\nThey worked and gave all that they could.<\/p>\n
Now they should rest and receive tender care
\nLoved ones giving them all that is good.<\/p>\n
Remember, young friend, your youth too will end
\nYou one day may need extra care.<\/p>\n
Give the love that’s deserved and care for your own
\nYou’ll find that your own will be there.<\/p>\n
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Rescued<\/p>\n
Lost and wandering in darkness alone
\nFeeling that all I once held to was gone
\nDoubting that all I believed in was true,
\nCaught in a vortex, I thought I was through.<\/p>\n
Hardness and anger gnashed at my soul
\nSelf pity and apathy soon took control.
\nDestructive choices dragged me further down
\nWeights I collected were making me drown<\/p>\n
A still small voice in my head kept calling
\nI pushed it away and of course I kept falling.
\nSternness would never have helped me to see
\nBut kindness and love are what set me free.<\/p>\n
Slowly this kindness untangled the cords
\nPrayers of faith brought the angels with swords
\nSlowly the numbness started to wane
\nGradually new strength I started to gain.<\/p>\n
Beginning to see through the mist of the mire
\nFeeling the stirrings of a whole new fire.
\nWary of snares I have already known
\nI cling to the truth and I am not alone.
\n2016<\/p>\n
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Hope for Dawn
\nApril 2007<\/p>\n
The woman laughed and danced and sang in the land of Shangri-la.
\nRomanced and treated to delights, her suitor gave them all.
\nShe dared to think this joy could last, all sadness left behind.
\nShe never thought this man she loved would soon just change his mind.<\/p>\n
No one knows what lies ahead, we all just take a chance.
\nA slipper lost can be restored long after the last dance.
\nPerhaps the dance at Shangri-la forshadowed things to be.
\nPerhaps the joy tomorrow brings will pale that memory.<\/p>\n
No matter how the darkness falls it is not here to stay.
\nJust hours after midnight there will dawn another day.
\nSo be about your living now and bravely move along.
\nHave faith in love and love just may return a happy song.<\/p>\n
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The Journey
\nDecember 2006<\/p>\n
Where are we going?
\nI’m not sure hon.
\nHow do we get there?
\nSteps one by one.
\nWill you go with me?
\nOf course I will.
\nBut travelling costs,
\nWe must pay our bill.
\nCan we travel together?
\nPerhaps at times.
\nWhen climbing a mountain
\nEach climber climbs,
\nHand over hand,
\nFoot over foot,
\nFinding each crevice,
\nSteps carfully put.
\nSometimes together,
\nSometimes as one,
\nSometimes seperate,
\nWe’ll take time and have fun.
\nWe’ll get there together,
\nAt last, in the end,
\nAnd we’ll enjoy one another,
\nOur dearest best friend.
\nNo need to hurry!
\nCast away fears!
\nWe don’t have to worry,
\nNor dwell on our tears.
\nOur end is our journey,
\nOur making our way.
\nFor our pleasure is sharing
\nIn living each day.<\/p>\n
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Life’s Blows
\nOctober 2006<\/p>\n
Flying, soaring, wind whipping by
\nThinking you’re ruler of the whole big sky
\nSuddenly a deafening blast is heard
\nAnd you’re tumbling and falling, a stricken bird.<\/p>\n
Life deals some happiness,
\nLife deals some pain
\nThere is some sunshine
\nThere is some rain.
\nThe darkness won’t last
\nThe dawn will return
\nAnd you will understand
\nWhat you were to learn<\/p>\n
Falling, falling, spiralling down
\nKnowing the end is the hard, cold ground
\nSuddenly stabilized, floating in air
\nyou surrender your heart and float without care<\/p>\n
You were just knocked a bit
\nNot what you feared
\nIt wasn’t a fatal hit
\nThe worst has now cleared.<\/p>\n
Let go of your heartache
\nLet go of the pain
\nLet your love re-awaken
\nFly high once again.<\/p>\n
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Sorrow In Springtime
\n(2004)
\nWhere is the spring time of this year?
\nWhere is the happiness, joy and cheer?
\nInstead of hope for a new tomorrow
\nI feel only loss and pain and sorrow.<\/p>\n
The one I truly love has withdrawn,
\nThe one who loved me most is now gone,
\nThe one I’m bound to is cold as stone,
\nThose bound to me are sometimes alone.<\/p>\n
This spring has changed from other years
\nThe sky today bears only tears.
\nThe air so cold; like a lonely heart
\nBruised and broken and torn apart.<\/p>\n
Will the sun soon come out again?
\nAnd will the birds sing then?
\nWill the flowers cheer the earth
\nAnd will new love come to end this dearth?<\/p>\n
As I grasp at hope with all I’ve got
\nAnd then open my hand to see what I’ve caught;
\nWill I find a treasure there?
\nOr will I have missed and find only air.<\/p>\n
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Iraq<\/p>\n
“How long mother?” the sad girl cried
\nIt had been two years since her father died.
\n“Child, hush now and pray for peace,
\nAnd pray for your grandfathers soon release.
\nThe cold dark prison has held him long,
\nBut still his faith is holding strong.
\nSomeday, I know we will be free
\nAnd an end will come to Sadam’s cruelty.”
\n“Mother, why did he kill our men –
\nFather, Galeb, and Uncle Yasin?”
\n“Child you dare not question these men.
\nThey killed for less and will do so again.”
\n“Mother, look! who are these foreign strangers –
\nI read one badge and it said Rangers!”
\n“Heavenly Father, can it be true?
\nIt must be for I see red, white and blue!”
\n“Child, these are our deliverers!
\nThey are here to help and here to serve!
\n“Mother, will more men have to die?”
\n“I am afraid so dear, and yes, we will cry.
\nBut freedom has never come without cost.
\nBrave men have paid and lives have been lost.
\nTheir deaths have never been in vain.
\nBut have brought an end to nations pain.
\nHitler ruled with an iron hand
\nIt took many men to free that land.
\nWe needed someone strong and bold
\nTo overcome Saddam’s evil hold.
\nThank you America! We love you, it’s true.
\nGod bless Mr. Bush and the red, white and blue.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Copyright 2004-2023 all poems on this site are the original work of Sheri McFarland. All rights reserved. ________________________________________________ Longevity Long life was once seen as a blessing desired But these days it is seen not to be. Now old ones are seen as just burdens to young, And the selfish just want to be free. … <\/p>\n