by Naomi L. | November 29, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
I’m thankful for my family,
Whose love has kept me strong.
I’m thankful for the friends I’ve made
To keep my whole life long.
I’m thankful for the books I read
That take me far away.
They show me distant worlds that I
Can visit any day.
I’m thankful for the gift I have
Of telling stories too.
To build worlds out of only words
Is such a dream come true.
I’m thankful for the readers who
Have put their faith in me
To turn out first-rate stories they
Can all enjoy for free.
I’m thankful for the writers who
I’ve met through blogs their own.
Their strong support has shown me that
I’m really not alone.
But most of all, I’m thankful for
The love I’ve found in art
For readers, writers, books and words
That truly touch my heart.
So on this day of giving thanks,
I’d simply like to say:
I’m thankful for each one of you!
Happy Thanksgiving Day!
Happy Thanksgiving to all my family and friends, including you fellow readers and writers! I’m grateful to have you in my life. God bless you all!
by Naomi L. | November 15, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
An intelligent person knows how to carry on a conversation with other intelligent people.
A smart person knows how to carry on a conversation with anyone.
An intelligent person knows when it’s OK to be completely honest.
A smart person knows when to be honest, and when it is absolutely necessary to lie.
An intelligent person can tell the exact moment when everything went wrong.
A smart person can tell the exact moment when everything will go wrong, and figure out how to prevent it from ever happening.
An intelligent person doesn’t need to be asked twice to do a favor.
A smart person doesn’t need to be asked once.
An intelligent person knows how to make a valid point to any idiot.
A smart person knows that to try to make a valid point to an idiot is a waste of time.
I am an intelligent person.
But often I wish I were smart.
by Naomi L. | November 8, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
If I had wings, I’d fly away,
Up to the sky, so bright and clear.
If I had wings, I’d leave today
To travel far away from here.
I’d spread my wings and I’d take flight.
I’d flap and flap with all my might,
So maybe I could finally see
The joy birds know of being free.
I’d feel the wind against my face
While flying o’er the endless sea.
Within the sunlight’s warm embrace,
A carefree soul at last I’d be.
As freedom calls me evermore,
My heart cries out for me to soar.
Beyond the mountains, past the sea,
Nothing but blissful peace for me.
But as far as a bird is willing to fly,
It always comes home, and so would I.
by Naomi L. | October 18, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
They say I’m different.
They say I’m unusual.
They say that I’m beautiful,
That I’m intelligent,
That I’m talented.
But they think I’m unhappy.
They look at me and wonder,
“Why doesn’t she smile?
Why doesn’t she laugh?
Why doesn’t she talk?”
They don’t know me.
I am smiling.
I do laugh.
And I have no need to talk.
Why should I bother?
No one really listens to me anyway,
At least, not here.
But I’m not here.
I’m far away,
Drifting in my own thoughts,
In my own world,
Where no one can catch me
Or pin me down.
They go about their own boring lives.
They follow the same routine every day.
Not me.
That life is not mine.
I never had it,
And I never want it.
My days shall be free
Of dreadful, boring routine
For as long as I live.
I am smiling.
I do laugh.
And I don’t bother talking.
They don’t know me.
They don’t hear me.
They don’t see me.
And I don’t care.
Because I’m free.
by Naomi L. | October 11, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
I’m lying in his arms.
The world is gone.
It’s just the two of us.
As I lay with my head to his chest,
I feel his heartbeat.
Mine grows faster.
I hear his slow breathing.
My breathing quickens.
I sense him drifting off to sleep.
And I smile as I let him.
Such passion…
Such pleasure…
How did I come to be here?
Even now, I can’t recall
How fortune delivered me
Into his arms.
Fate has smiled kindly at me.
I sense his heartbeat growing calm.
His breathing is slow and steady.
His eyes are closed.
With a racing heart,
Rapid breathing,
And a bright smile,
I turn to face him.
I lean forth
And softly kiss his chest.
I raise my head
And gently kiss his neck.
I raise myself a little higher
And sweetly kiss his cheek.
Then I lean in close to his ear,
And while he dreams peacefully,
I whisper my confession,
My reality, to him…
“I love you.”
by Naomi L. | September 27, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Visions of beauty are they.
Open petals,
Vivid colors,
Strong leaves.
In full bloom,
In the prime of their life,
They are her pride and joy.
She smiles at their beauty.
She speaks highly of their blooms,
Coloring her home
And bringing light into her world.
Such beautiful flowers
Are her beloved orchids.
But what would flowers be
Without a caretaker?
Their petals would droop.
Their colors would fade.
Their leaves would wilt.
The very life in them would vanish
Into the memory
Of an ephemeral spring.
For it is she who provides comfort,
She who waters them,
She who talks to them,
And she who urges them to live.
They would be nothing
Without her care,
Without her encouragement,
Without her affection.
The orchids may be
The most beautiful flowers,
But they owe their life to her
For her nurturing love.
Happy Birthday to my wonderful mother! Thank you for all the love and care you’ve given me my whole life; I wouldn’t be who I am today without you. I love you!
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