A week ago today, I was wearing capris and a short sleeved shirt. I hardly even needed a jacket. Then last night, we get storms, and even a chance of snow! It snowed a little but it wasn’t enough to accumulate. This whole week, the weather will be in the 40’s and 50’s…

Just a week ago,  it was nearing the 70’s.  Spring is letting us know that she is ready to shed her wings and spread her love and color throughout the area-but darned old man winter just can’t let it go! Little bits of my plants from last year are starting to peak through, and my irises are  already trying to take over a flower bed that hasn’t even been weeded out yet!……

So while Spring has been teasing us with her warmth, and fighting with old man winter, I was busy writing some spring poetry.  I was hoping to get out of this late winter funk, and finally into spring.  I see Spring as a rebirth of mother nature, and everything new. Spring is magical…. In a way-it’s like Spring is being kissed by her prince-bringing beauty to everything and everyone around her….

Enjoy reading this birth of Spring poem, and perhaps, –you will be inspired for spring too…

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THE BIRTH OF SPRING

The rebirth of new life…
The sunshine shedding its blanket of warmth upon the fresh green grass
that is damp with the morning dew.Spring is emerging from the cocoon of winter
where it had been asleep for months,
hibernating in the frigid cold air.

Flowers sneak a peak from the ground,
excited to see a new season,
and scream with happiness
as their colors of pink, gold, orange, blues, and more.
Their stems arise from the soil, stretching for the clear blue spring sky.

Birds take flight overhead, singing with musical delight,
thieving food hungrily from outdoor birdfeeders,
and going on worm hunts thoughout the yard.

The quick and restless hummingbirds take sips from sugared water,
giving us some free entertainment from the porch…

Spring is born for another year,
and we take to the outdoors,
leaving the darkness of our homes,
ready to feed our paled bodies with the kiss of sunlight.

Time to be reborn
and start anew and fresh…

Turn over a new leaf in the magical worldy kingdom,
that our Lord
has created for us to live and play.

As everybody knows or has experienced, our economy has been slipping and slipping. Jobs are being taken away, disappearing as businesses close, and houses are being foreclosed on.  In fact, it is just quite plain scary-and while the economy has a lot to do with the way the United States seems to be running these days-we just can’t blame every single thing in our life on the economy. While we would like to place the blame on the one term-tis is not always the case. I wrote a poem in a joking sort of manner to relay on how some are blaming every aspect of their life on the economy.

Read it with a bit of humor inside-yet with a mindful manner of what is truly going on as well. I understand that a lot of our system is out of wack because of the economy-but when something in my personal life is hit the wrong way–indeed it will not always be the economy’s fault…. –If we don’t watch it-our children could be reacting out in anger..and perhaps they too-will blame that on the economy…..

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BLAME IT ON THE ECONOMY
 

Mind is wandering as my eyes grow heavy from yet another hectic day….
I think I’m gonna blame it on the economy….

 

My pen won’t write…
Frustrations have gotten the best of me.

 

Overworked and underpaid.
My nerves are completey fraid.
I’m gonna blame it on the economy…

 

Money is tight, and the wallet-
well it won’t put up a fight.-
Ain’t nothin in it anyway-
I’m gonna blame it on the economy.

 

Stores are a-closin,
Ain’t no more wedding jewelry-
Guess there won’t be anybody proposing-
Blame it on the economy!

 

People have lost their faith, their ways.

Some have even been blind to God.—
Where have their hearts gone?
Blame that on the economy?…

 

Or who is to blame….?

 

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……. As I was saying—people’s lost faith….or their disappeared trust in God—that is not the economy’s fault….. People still do have control of their own hearts…….

…Another joyous Christmas season has arrived,

as the lights gleam in the innocent children’s eyes.

The shining stars twinkle up above,

Shedding hope on a doubtful world,

Lingering down below.

 

Yet folks from around, state,

They’re not “in the Christmas spirit,” this year

Or perhaps, they are having trouble,

Getting in the “mood”…

 

The spirit is well and alive, on this glorious Christmas night!

No preparation is needed, to celebrate the birth

of our dear Lord, Jesus.

 

Some time ago, a young couple, feeling alone,

Were frightened, unknown of where to shelter,

the impending birth of their baby boy…

Until they were welcomed with open arms at an isolated inn…

 

Mary and Joseph didn’t have long to wait,

As just within time,

Baby Jesus’ cries were heard throughout the silent of the night…

Lord Jesus, the one who gave us the gift of life,

Had been born.

 

Gifts were brought as tokens of celebration.

And angels sung out glorious cries of halleluiahs,

while Mary and Joseph stared in amazement while crying tears of joy.

 

 

 

Jesus Christ is the one who brings us the spirit of Christmas…

There is no, “getting into the Christmas spirit,” or

“in the mood,” for Christmas.

Jesus brings us his warmth as he sheds his holy spirit around us all throughout the year…

 

Christmas brings us together as a family,

As we gather in love, celebration, and perhaps a newfound hope

for a pending new year.

 

Jesus died for us, giving us the gift of life.

His birth is the reason, we rejoice every Christmas season.

He is the reason that we live.

 

Jesus Christ is the reason,

to “get into the spirit of Christmas,” each and every year.

Ariana R. Cherry

 

 

So you’ve looked through the cards , and read every greeting, and nothing seems like the way you want to say, “Merry Christmas.”

If you are like me, it’s possible you could be tired of all of the commercialism put into Christmas as well. After-all it was never supposed to be about all of the gift giving, and the gimme gimme gimme….

Perhaps it’s time to write what Christmas means to you-or write about the whole true meaning of Christmas-and why we have it in the first place. After-all, Jesus, our king and Lord and Savior, was born on this special day. The wise men did bring him gifts to show their gratitude, but it was nothing more. I’m sure they didn’t go on a major hunting spree to every craftsman within the area to find the very best. They found something that each was special…

You could write a poem about the birth of Jesus Christ, or how Christmas should be a time of family togetherness, and how special it is for everyone to be together. You could write a poem about the gift of life, or how beautiful the snow looks when falling from the heavens for the very first time. — There probably isn’t a greeting card out there that can express the love or the meaning that you have in your heart that explains Christmas…..

Instead of sending out the commercial cards this year- Type a poem, paste it on some pretty construction paper or cardstock, and mail it to all of those special friends and family relatives. It will definitely be an original thought, and a unique special gift for the Christmas season this year.

Tell everybody about Christmas—tell them from your heart….

Tis the holiday season! …

How do you celebrate Christmas?

What is your favorite thing about Christmas? ….

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I know I like it when I wake up in the quiet of the morning, while everyone is asleep, and just a light pitter patter of snow falls gently to the ground. It’s where the sun is just beginning to the rise, and you can hear the still of mother nature just hanging in the air. I’ll step out onto the porch, and just take a moment to view the snow, as it falls gently on my hair… For a few minutes, I feel all warm inside, and it’s the best moment of silence ever.

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—-So now-It’s your turn. Let’s all join together and write a Christmas poem….As usual, I will begin my first line or two , and then you add your lines in the comment section. As a line is added, I will put it with the poem, and in the end, there’s usually a beautiful poem to show

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Christmas Poem**On the eve of Christmas,

the houses all around are all lit up like the

twinkling stars that shine high up in the sky.

(ADD YOUR LINE)

 Ever wonder what it might be like to sit at a noisy Thanksgiving table?

Here is a humorous poem to give you some outlook….Enjoy!!

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Could Someone Pass the Bread?
Ariana R. Cherry-Shearer

Sitting around a crowded holiday table seated with friends and family whom I adore,
The loud joyful chat, has begun to rise above, a high pitched roar.

Kids are happily chewing along, playing in their mashed potato gravy boats,
while the dogs sit below, taking snacks here and there,
munching like crazy hungry goats.

The Thanksgiving table is all aglow,
with so much food,
It’s like our once bare kitchen suddenly has been put on overflow.

A moist golden turkey sparkles under the bright kitchen light,
The home comforting taste melts in my mouth,
and is quite tasty to the bite.

Amongst the turkey that steals the show,
There’s still so much more delicious treats yet that I yet need to make a go.

Before I have yet to finish, of course, I’m looking for my tasty food sidekick,
Where’s the bread, and of course the butter, that I can give a tasty lick?

Above the glee, and the cheerful noise, I so happily question,
“Could someone please pass the bread?”

There’s nothing like a simple finish to go with a full-filling Thanksgiving meal,
But I have to wonder, did I ask aloud ,or was it just a whisper in my head?

I search amongst the huge portion of creamy mashed potatoes,
and the home-style green bean casserole…

Still no sight of my last part of the dinner encore,
So again, I ask above the dull roar…

“Could someone please pass the bread…?”

One simple response from the dog underneath the table,
he wistfully comes by and gives my hand a little wet kiss,
Of course, that really wasn’t the answer I was hoping for…
The pup goes on, hoping to eat something else he hasn’t missed…

Where on earth is that bread and butter?
Sweet cinnamon aromas come from a fresh baked pumpkin pie,
sitting front and center
as dessert is passed….

While the cool-whip and delicious pie seems to catch the attention of my nose,
My burning question still goes by unknown,
No one seems aware that I have asked….

Patiently, yet more urgently, I follow the growls of my stomach once more,
A little louder, I ask again, above the louder dessert chatter roar…

“Could someone please pass the bread?”

A little annoyed, yet still waiting patiently,
I wait for someone to dearly answer me.

Everyone is chewing and smacking away on the Thanksgiving dessert,
I guess somehow, nobody has seemed to remember or hear me…
My angry stomach and I —are slightly hurt.

I arise, and begin scanning the food table once more,
Someone passes a pitcher of cider, while one of the little ones,
knock their glass to the floor ….

Finally-a moment -when silence does arise,
A crash, and small shatter-
Everybody looks around with wide curious eyes.

This was my time….
I ask, again, a bit annoyed, and a bit louder, while
yet trying the best to show my patience-
“Could someone pleeease pass the bread?”

My spouse, so loving, so sweet,
finally replies,

“While of course honey, I can get it for you….
All you had to do was ask.
—But just to let you know-
It’s sitting right there,
next your wine flask.”

“Oh….”
I sheepishly grin,
Yet happy and in love-
Oh my delicious bread and butter
Finally, … at last.

 

A few took part in our blog’s “Create a Poem” for the Thanksgiving holiday.  The lines that were submitted were wonderful and so well thought, -although there wasn’t as much participation as the last poem.  I do hope that as you all gather at your Thanksgiving table this year, remember all of those that have passed, the ones who are still with us, and of course remember the soldiers who are still fighting for all of us.  While the economy is still hurting, and Americans are leading a somewhat future that is unknown, do be thankful for the life that God did give us all-While things may seem bad now, there is paradise waiting for all of us in heaven.

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 Enjoy the poem below that was created by blog readers like you…..

 BE THANKFUL

At the table of Thanksgiving,
Family gathers ’round….

To give thanks and their blessing,
as they bow their heads down.

Singing praises
to the heavens above

sharing this feast
with ones they love.

Remembering the little things so often we disdain,
The air we breathe and the life we live the entire human frame.

Life itself retains its beauty with all its joys and pains,
For what more is sadness than freedom from its chains?

On this holiday, we should be thankful for the freedom and country that is alive today,

Without the help of our soldiers, perhaps many of our families may not be together this day.

Hold hands, and bow your head in prayer, as we remember, in our hearts,

that the life God gave us,

is truly something that we should all be graciously thankful for.

 

This is one of my narrative or story poems that I wrote awhile back, and has been one of my favorites….  Sometimes at one moment or another-especially while we are young, there are moments when we get lost.  Life can get difficult and events will test us.  There are other moments, when it’s like we have been walking around in a daze, - until something or someone finally wakes us up from our “dream,” or nightmare.   No matter what-somehow we always find our way back home. Home is where our heart is-and no matter how bad things get, we always go back home.

Home is our comfort zone-we always return.

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Finding Home  

 

She awoke just a few moments after sunrise.

Feeling the wetness of morning dew sticking to her face

After a long sleep upon the cold grassy ground.

 

Gathering her strength to awaken tired eyes,

She stretches in a state of confusion.

At once, she questions herself how she ever had ended up here

in the first place.

 

Laying upon this cold damp grass,

She finds herself in a yard she once called home.

Yet with no memory or recollection of how she traveled here.

 

Perhaps it was her deep conscious that lead her to this drunken state.

Sometimes her heart knew how much home was missed before she too

Could realize it herself.

 

Feeling around her surroundings, her heart felt an unwelcoming ache.

 

A place she played while she was young…

Yet a place, deserted years ago.

 

Looking to the sun, tears stung her virgin eyes.

“Please bring me home,” she whispers

 

So many years after a wrong turn,

Her growing journey had stopped to a halt.

… An aching heart that had begun to lead the way.”

 

“Please bring me home...” again she whispered.

With a ray of glorious light, the loving arms of a golden angel

Wrapped herself around the poor young girl’s fragile body,

And carried her to a cozy brick home with a antique red door,

A heart engraved with the word “home“ hung upon it.

 

An elderly couple answered and immediate embraced this young tearful woman.

The Lord, had helped her finally find her way home

after such a  troublesome journey.

“I love you mom and dad,” she whispered.

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-ariana r. cherry 2008

Hello readers,

 Here is another video poem reading called “Cupid & His Arrows.” It’s a humorous love poem that I hope you can enjoy. Just in case you don’t hear all of the words on video, the poem is posted below as well…

Enjoy!

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Cupid and His Arrows 

Who is that fella?

You know…

The overgrown child in those silly pants.

He who carries the arrows

Who claims to make a man and woman give love a chance. 

All around his name is known as Cupid

He plays love games

And shoots his arrows.

Lots of people think such a sighting is quite stupid. 

Whoever heard of a man that could turn love into such a game?

A man and woman simply falling for one another because of an intoxicated love arrow? 

Cupid and those silly love arrows.

 Why love is so much more than that. 

Love is a force, brought by something else from far beyond.

Perhaps a gift from our great power-maker 

Love is the mind of our souls which… 

OUCH!! Whoa…who is that blonde???

Darn that Cupid and his arrows!-

Ariana R. Cherry

A different look into the way we dress up for Halloween and what it could possibly mean….

 

Enjoy!

 

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THE MASKS OF HALLOWEEN

 

In the midst of dark Halloween night,

I can be somebody else for some time,

Fetching after delicious candy treats,

That is lucky to last maybe a week.

 

Floating down the sidewalk,

I can be a scary little Casper ghost,

Or be a princess dressed up for a royal ball,

All delicate and beautiful with a golden crown,

In a ruffled dress that I may only see in

A romantic old-fashioned fairy tale.

 

But yet, only for one night…

Then it’s back to just me.

And only me.

 

It’s a chance to pretend

Be free with imagination and dreams.

And see beyond that mask,

Of just what I could be,

While I walk down the night sidewalk runway,

Showing off my next style.

 

Look around those costumes of the dark Halloween night,

And see who or what catches your wandering eyes,

With the bright colors, a flash, fancy dresses, football helmets,

Or even the ghosts that haunt in the night…

 

It could just be the door,

Letting you see the future,

Of what those people,

Just might be.

-Ariana R. Cherry