Saturday, July 23, 2011

The Passage of Time

The mists of time endlessly swirl before my eyes.

And I watch helplessly as the pool of age slowly dries.

Nothing that was, can ever be again,

Whether it had been of happiness or pain.

So let’s sing a sweet song for that, which is gone,

But let us also keep looking forward to the new adventure, as time marches on.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Battle


This is my first poem I wrote on my own, I don't know how many poems I was made to make in school but this is the first one I actually wanted to write. It is inspired by J.R.R Tolkien's masterpiece, The Lord of the Rings. this is a scene from the last book in the trilogy, The Return of the King.


The Nazgûl is slain by éowyn the fair
But I do not care, for all hope has turned to despair
For lo! In the water there comes a mighty fleet
And on its black sails, death comes to meet
But oh joy! What is this? Do my eyes lie?
For there out of the darkness shines seven stars in my eye
Aragorn son of Arathorn has come to our aid
Quickly let’s end this nasty raid
Victory is ours! Look at them flee
And soon the sun shall shine and all will be free!


Friday, July 8, 2011

Idle Hands are the Devil's Workshop


 “Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop” I’m sure we have all heard this quote sometime in our lives. This quote comes in many different versions "The Devil finds work/mischief for idle hands to do”, “Idle hands are the Devil's tools”, “If the Devil finds a Man idle, he'll set him at Work”, “Idle Brains are the Devil's Workhouses”, and "Idle hands do the Devil's work”. Even though each of them is worded slightly different, they all mean the same thing. When you are bored it’s a lot easier to do bad things and make the wrong choices. This proves its self true almost every day. Here are only a few examples.
A boy is bored. He sees his little sister playing happily with her toys. The first thing that pops into his head is to go over and cause trouble with her. The devil is putting that into his head, and since he is bored with nothing to do, it seems to him like fun.
 Here’s another, a teenager has been home from school for a few hours now, her friends aren’t calling, she’s checked her Email at least a million times already, and there’s nothing to do. A kid from school, who she knows is a trouble causer and he gets into trouble all the time, calls her and asks if she wants to hang out with him and his friends. Because she is bored and her real friends are busy with other stuff she accepts. A week later she’s still hanging out with that group, she’s lost her other friends and she is smoking and getting in trouble with the law. This is another scenario where boredom leads to the wrong choices but unlike the first example, this one ends up with much more severe and maybe life ruining effects.
 Last example, an adult has been watching her weight, she’s been exercising and on a diet. She’s got nothing to do, she starts pacing around the house and she finds herself in the kitchen. Before she knows it she’s gotten out the vanilla covered almonds and some Dove™ chocolates. Now this is a little harder to identify the bad thing that boredom creates, because what’s the matter with eating? Nothing, except when eating becomes a habit for when you are bored. This is the hardest temptation to overcome, at least for me it is, many times I have found myself snacking on food, not because I’m hungry, but just because I can’t think of anything better to do.
 In each of our private lives we have some kind of temptation that is created from lack of things to do, how do we overcome this? How can we have victory over the devil? One easy solution is to get a hobby, so when we find that we have nothing to do, instead of being bored, we can go and work on that hobby. It could be anything, building miniatures, sewing, writing, or anything else that you enjoy doing. Just remember “Idle hands are the Devils workshop”

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Endless Journey

This poem I came up with while my sister and I were swinging at a park near our house. When we came home we found out we were locked out and our brother was downstairs, so he couldn't hear us knocking. So I spent the time we had to wait, memorizing this poem so I wouldn't forget it before I could write it down.

The shapeless clouds of the heavens go by

Like fleets of ships in an ocean of sky

The sunlight so golden shines on their white sails

As it sinks in the west, light slowly fails

They sail through the bitter night and into the glory of dawn

And hope ever rises as they journey on