by Naomi L. | August 9, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
I don’t know what I’d do
Without their support.
I don’t know where I’d go
Without their guidance.
I don’t know how I’d learn
Without their wisdom.
I don’t know who I’d be
Without their love.
If I’m intelligent,
It’s because they’ve given me sense
To run away from ignorance.
If I’m pretty,
It’s because they’ve given me confidence
That I’m beautiful inside.
If I’m good-natured,
It’s because they’ve given me respect
For the virtue of kindness.
If I’m talented,
It’s because they’ve given me encouragement
To follow my dreams.
If I’m idealistic,
It’s because they’ve given me hope
To make the world a better place.
If I’m romantic,
It’s because they’ve given me faith
That “happily ever after” is real.
But if I have all these qualities,
It’s because they’ve given me
The greatest gift of all:
Their unconditional love.
Dedicated to my parents, the greatest role models I could ever hope for. Thank you for everything you’ve ever done for me! I love you both so much!
by Naomi L. | July 5, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
My love,
My life,
My music.
What would I do,
Who would I be,
How could I live
Without you?
I remember when I first saw you.
Your dark and light tones contrasting
Were a vision of perfect beauty.
The first time I heard your voice,
Singing sweet melodious notes,
You moved me to tears.
The first time I ever touched you,
I felt a spark like an electric wire,
And I knew I was finally whole.
Do you remember our song,
The first melody we played together?
It was sweet and gentle,
But there was passion in every note.
With every stroke,
A spark would ignite.
With every chord,
The fire in me grew.
With every measure,
I felt more alive,
And I know I felt life in you too.
For years you’ve enchanted me
With your spell.
Like a siren’s song
To a weary traveler,
Your sound has bewitched me
And lured me away
From the desolate banks
Of monotony
To ivory shores
Streaked with ebony
And singing of eternal bliss.
I could do nothing;
I would be no one;
I couldn’t live
Without you.
My music,
My life,
My love.
Pianoforte.
by Naomi L. | May 17, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Deep in the cavern it sleeps,
Silent as the shadows,
Still as the earth.
And as it lies in rest,
The land is at peace
And all is well.
But at the turn of the moon,
The creature awakens
And chaos reigns once more.
It emerges from its lair,
Eyes gleaming, teeth bared,
And emits a mighty roar
That shakes the earth
And the souls of men alike.
And a fearful whisper sweeps
Across the land,
“Beware the beast…”
Claws unsheathed,
It rampages through the world,
Slashing out at all
Who would cross its path,
Tearing through flesh
And spilling the blood
Of the innocent.
At the slightest provocation,
It rears its great head
And shrieks a piercing cry
That shatters many ears
And fractures many hearts.
It twists its body
To constrict its victims,
Forcing out their breath
Until they’re gasping for air,
Then leaves them broken
In its wake.
Yet when the moon turns away
The creature retreats.
Docile once more,
It succumbs to the control
Of its one true master
And withdraws into its lair
To sleep again.
The master sets about
Repairing the damage,
Healing the wounds
Of the injured
And fixing what the monster
Left broken.
Peace settles on the land,
And all is well again.
But the master never rests,
And stands ever ready,
For as everyone knows,
At the next turn of the moon,
The dragon will rise again.
by Naomi L. | May 10, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
When I laughed as a young child,
Telling wild stories
And playing silly games;
When I cried throughout my teen years,
Over school troubles
And a broken heart;
When I made it through college
And proudly held up my diploma
For all my family to see,
She was there.
When I share the stories
That I write from my heart;
When I talk of the thoughts
Always running through my mind;
When I want someone to listen
To my questions and ideas,
She is there.
When I’m working for success;
When I publish my first books;
When I have a family of my own,
She’ll be there.
She’s a parent.
She’s a rock.
She’s a teacher.
She’s a guide.
She’s a role model.
She’s a hero.
She’s a friend.
And she’s so much more.
She’s the woman who
Was, is, will be
Always there for me:
My mother.
Happy Mother’s Day to my wonderful mom! I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me – and continue to do for me – my whole life. You’re a great inspiration, and one of the most incredible people I know. Thank you for being my hero; I couldn’t have asked for a better mother.
God bless you always! I love you, Mom!
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