Poems

Ashleigh Renee Spoken Word Poetry
Just two little boxes

Two little boxes to hold it,
one big and one wide,
all's neatly sorted, stapled and folded.

In there is my life
six years of it spent,
every lecture note collected,
and everything I penned.

A student's time full of learning,
but is this all that there was,
what about living and dreaming and yearning?

"It exists only what I can see"
so many a person proclaim,
but I know that there was much more to me,
more than these boxes contain.
More than those boxes could hold,
more than just pages of text,
and folders growing mold.

I know there was laughter, and smiling,
I know there were tears,
I know there was much happiness,
and also many fears.
There where people and faces,
like petals in fall.
No way to store these in boxes,
and no boxes to hold it all.

Six years of life, I just threw them away.
Gone are the pages and folders and notes.
Crunched, pulped or burned, no matter which way,
cause it's not what mattered anyway.
The life that is real,
not on pages you store,
it's the life you CAN'T see
that is real so much more.

One day another box will hold
what of life the eye can see,
not notes that time, or books of old,
but the shell that once was me.
Burried, burned or scattered, no matter which way,
cause it's not what mattered anyway.
The life that is real,
not in boxes you end,
it's the life you CAN'T see
that begins in the end.

Michael Juschke 2004  

You're precious!

I walk down the beach
As storms gather force.
The rain’s moving fast
With the wind as it roars.
The clouds look dark and fearsome,
The rain is blasting my face.
I lean into the storm
As I look out to the waves.

The ocean crashes with thunder,
The waters are churning wild.
I stare at it moving
And I’m awed like a child.
Out by the reef
The giants crash white,
As I stand by the shoreline
And ponder His might.

The might of the Maker,
The driver of storms,
The God of the breaker, 
And the Lord of the clouds.

Who am I to ask Him for favour
Who has made such a sight?
Why should He care about me
To even consider my plight?
Yet I know that He listens.
Because Jesus has died,
He will answer my prayers;
I know, I’ve already tried.

I can call Him my father
He who is mightier than the sea.
The God who made stars
Says, “I love you! You’re precious to me.”

Michael Juschke, 1998  


Thinking of you!

Around the corner I have a friend
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone
And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell,
And he rang mine.

If, we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim"
"Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner!- yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir-"
"Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

Author Unknown  

If you love someone, tell them. Remember always to say what you mean. Never be afraid to express yourself.

Fragrance  of  Life

Battered by  the summer storms
Which suddenly arrive,
Bruised by the driving rain
That lashes from the sky,
Squally winds and thunder . . .
Like trouble . . . out of nowhere,
It just suddenly appears.

But when the storm is ended
And the clouds have disappeared,
The flowers have a fragrance
That permeates the air . . .
So, despite adversity,
Have those who are in Christ,
A beauty and a fragrance
That permeates their life.

Silvia Fraser  


Slow Dance

Have you ever watched kids
on a merry-go-round
Or listened to the rain
slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

Do you run through each day on the fly
When you ask "How are you?"
do you hear the reply?

When the day is done,
do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
running through your head?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow
And in your haste, not seen his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
'Cause you never had time
to call and say "Hi"?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away...

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

Author unknown   

Advertising