AN: Thanks everybody, for reviewing 'What's Happened to This World'! I hadn't expected so many positive comments… I can read my poetry and automatically see several errors! Also my meaning wasn't very clear in this one. I know a lot of people don't agree with me on this topic, and I can see where you're coming from definitely. Thanks to: Mrs. A. Hamilton, rappapop- I agree with you totally and that's definitely the point I was trying to make with my poem, Simone- it's funny that you should think that, because I normally do not have that great of form, especially since my pattern started out with ABAC while the rest of the poem went ABCB… but thanks for your comments, even though it was not as 'well done' as you say! All your nice words make me feel like my poems are well done. Xians Suck -I have to say you do have a point, but I have to say I don't agree with it. Every child grows up seeing different things. Don't you think that a child growing up watching Bambi and Disney movies would act different (as an adult) than a child that grew up watching Sleepy Hollow and R-rated movies? Parents have a choice about what they let their kids watch, what they want to influence them as they grow up. But then they grow up… so technically, if it weren't for the movies in the first place, parents wouldn't even have to worry about what their kids watch. There would be nothing bad to influence their children, nothing to protect them from. I hope you understand what I'm saying. Mrs. Fluffy- I love your name! Thanks for the compliments… that's all I can really say! Crystal- I may be your hero, but you're my superwoman!
Guess my 'note' turned into an essay…
Anyway, this poem is something I wrote a few months ago. That Sunday, my pastor started his sermon out like this: "You wake up one morning and you get a phone call. It's your best friend's parents. They tell you that your friend has been in a car accident and that she might not make it. This hits you hard as you hang up, but on the way to the hospital, you realize that your friend is not a believer. You've had several times to tell your friend about God's love, but never really had enough courage to approach them about it. And the next week, at your best friend's service, you stand crying and blaming yourself. Do you have enough courage to spread God's word now?"
Remembering all my best friends and putting myself in that position, I had great motivation for this poem…
Will You Be Waiting There?
I had so many chances
To express just how I felt
It hurt when I was silent
Less than the blow this dealt
Now you're gone forever
The guilt won't stop flowing
To know that you may have died
Without ever knowing…
That I love you
Still love you now
I still have had
A hope somehow
That you would know
Without me telling
Of God's love for you
That knows no quelling
See, there's no more chances
To tell you of the love
Because now you've passed away
Down below or up above?
Now I fold my hands
In thoughtful, tearful prayer
When I get to heaven, now
Will you be waiting there?
AN (rather standing for Another Note than author's note): Since you all seem to have liked that quote I put before my other poem, I'll give you the lyrics to one of my favorite songs by Rascal Flatts from which I took the quote from. Some of the words aren't as to-the-point as the quote, but here you go:
Mayberry
Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster
Than it did in the old days
So naturally we have more natural disasters
From the strain of a fast pace
Sunday was the day of rest
Now its one more day for progress
But we can't slow down
Cause more is best
All in the process
But I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry --- Coke
Where everything was black & white
Pickin on a Six String
People pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
bye bye
Sometimes I can hear this whole world shoutin
Through the trees as the wind blows
Thats when I climb up here on this mountain
And look through God's window
No I can't fly
But I've got two feet
To get me high up here
Far from the noise and city streets
My world receives the peace
But I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry --- Coke
Where everything was black & white
Pickin on a Six String
People pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
bye bye
Sometimes I dream I'm driving down an old dirt road
Not even listed on the map
I pass a dad and son carrying a fishing poll
But I always wake up every time I try to turn back
But I miss Mayberry
Sittin on the porch drinking ice cold Cherry --- Coke
Where everything was black & white
Pickin on a Six String
People pass by and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
bye bye
