tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74642793191835434462012-02-03T17:40:21.386-05:00This is April and this is the month for reading and writing poetry. I'm using this format to post my 30 poems for the month of AprilRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125137974089245902noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464279319183543446.post-81643842504951976652008-04-09T20:27:00.004-04:002008-04-28T00:14:22.194-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKEqyckw5ww/SAD0ISm8ZwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GeNHiol4-bY/s1600-h/poetrymonth3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKEqyckw5ww/SAD0ISm8ZwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GeNHiol4-bY/s200/poetrymonth3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188415194002122498" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is day nine and I'm a couple of days behind.<br />So Here goes for the eight day of National Poetry Writing Month<br />This is really just a challenge to myself to write a poem a day.<br /><br /><strong>Day 8,<br />April 8, 2008</strong><br /><strong>Feeling Nothing Special</strong><br /><br />A narrow escape<br />Some may call it fate<br />Too soon to tell<br />Today I feel well<br />Sometimes it's crazy<br />We want to feel lazy<br />Nothing on the mind<br />But today I feel fine<br />Don't know about tomorrow<br />And I don't really care<br />My thoughts are on today<br />For once again my life <br />was spared<br />A narrow escape<br />From a metal cage<br />It would do me well<br />If I could feel rage<br />But inside I'm calm<br />I know who I am<br />Peace abounds deep<br />No more words can I speak<br /><br />Written by Ruth Sadi El<br />Copyright © April 2008<br /><br />$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$<br /><br />Now to me that poem was just a rambling of <br />nothing because I'm feeling just a <br />little on the lost side of things. <br />And I guess it's normal to not feel at all.<br />Who says we have to feel anything. This is <br />just one of those days that it is good<br />to be in the land of the living. Oh by the <br />way it's my daughter's birthright day so <br />to her I say "I Hope You Had A Special Day"<br /><br />>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><br /><br /><strong>DAY 9<br />APRIL 9, 2008<br /><br />A Very Good Year</strong><br /><br />When I was young<br />Didn't have much fun<br />To busy trying to be grown<br />So I could venture out on my own<br /><br />The grass wasn't greener<br />When I left the nest<br />Made a mess of my life<br />Didn't get life's best<br /><br />No one to blame<br />But me myself and I<br />Too busy seeking<br />That fake pie in the sky<br /><br />What was life anyway<br />To live<br />To eat<br />To die<br /><br />Who was I anyway (then)<br />Why did I reach for things up high<br />There wasn't any wrong down below<br />Just too many questions why<br /><br />What was this think called life<br />That everyone tries to escape<br />Is our end our beginning<br />Or was it all just fake<br /><br />Written by Ruth Sadi El<br />Copyright © April<br />All Rights Reserved<br /><br />I hope tomorrow is a better creative mind day for me. <br />Today was just senseless ramblings and that really shouldn't be. <br />But I didn't have a subject and most of the times that is <br />what I work from. Tomorrow will be a brighter day. <br />I can feel it in my bones.<br /><br />##############<br /><br /><strong>DAY 10<br />APRIL 10, 2008<br /><br />ANOTHER DAY</strong><br /><br />Another day has come <br />And gone<br />The day is spent<br />Didn't seem so long<br />What did I do<br />Where did I go<br />Was it a real day<br />I just don't know<br />What is real <br />And what is fake<br />What is naught<br />Time can't make<br />Any changes<br />Time doesn't stop<br />Ready or not<br />Tick Tock<br />Tick Tock<br /><br />Written by Ruth Sadi El<br />Copyright © April 2008<br />All Rights Reserved<br /><br />%%%%%%%%%%%%%<br /><br /><strong>DAY 11<br />APRIL 11, 2008<br /><br />WAITING</strong><br /><br />What are we waiting for<br />To live<br />To laugh<br />To cry<br />Life is a waiting game<br />Job is done<br />And then you die<br />Where do you really go<br />What do you really see<br />Once you leave this body<br />What can life then be<br />Is there a hereafter<br />Or is someone pulling my leg<br />Is there a Judgment Day<br />What do you have to say<br />This can't be all to life<br />To live<br />To eat <br />To die<br />What is waiting for us<br />On that other side of the sky<br /><br />Written by Ruth Sadi El<br />Copyright © April 2008<br />All Rights Reserved<br /><br />+++++++++++++++++<br /><br /><strong>DAY 12<br />APRIL 12, 2008<br /><br />Can You See</strong><br /><br />What is that you really see<br />When you open your eyes to look<br />What is in front of you<br />A picture that you took<br />What do you really see<br />When your eyes are closed tight<br />Is it really darkness<br />Or can we call it night<br />What are those sparks of light<br />That float in front of your eyes<br />Is it a picture coming through<br />Or is it just a disguise<br />What is darkness anyway<br />Can you touch it<br />How does it feel<br />Is it part of reality<br />Can we say darkness is real<br /><br />Written by Ruth Sadi El<br />Copyright © April 2008<br />All Rights Reserved<br /><br />!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />I just took a look at my poems and they are out of<br />order; the last ones have become first. Which I don't <br />think it really matters because they are all here.<br />Writing a poem a day isn't as challenging as I thought.<br />I have done this before many years ago. I wrote a poem<br />a day for a dear friend of mind. This is a little <br />different because I haven't quite given myself a theme<br />yet. Hopefully by tomorrow I will have a theme that will<br />carry me through the rest of the month. Peace Out<br /><br />@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@<br /><br /><strong>DAY 13,<br />APRIL 13, 2008<br />TIME: 1;25PM<br /><br />THINKING</strong><br /><br />Does thinking come naturally<br />Like opening up your eyes to see<br />Or does it take some hard work<br />To arrange how things should be<br /><br />Is thinking automatic<br />As natural as the ears that hear<br />Or does it take some effort<br />To draw positivity near<br /><br />Is thinking something hard to do<br />Can it be mastered with time<br />Do thoughts just appear in space<br />Or from the backlog of our minds<br /><br />What is thinking anyway<br />And how should it be done<br />Is it systematic<br />Like the rising of the sun<br /><br />Does it come with concentration<br />Do we just stare and thoughts appear<br />Or is it something we must work at<br />To remove all doubts and fear<br /><br />What should we be thinking on<br />How are we to tell<br />Is there a map laid out for us<br />A secret place where all thougths dwell<br /><br />Written by Ruth Sadi El<br />Copyright © April 14, 2008<br />All Rights Reserved<br /><br />(((((((((((((((<br /><br /><strong>DAY 14<br />APRIL 14, 2008<br /><br />PURIFIED BY FIRE</strong><br /><br />Purified by fire<br />To stand on holy ground<br />Hearts purified by fire<br />Will make them strong and sound<br />Fire purifies the mind<br />And cleans out your inner thoughts<br />You can only stand on Holy Ground<br />When your lower-self is lost<br />Humbly do we try to seek<br />The power from above<br />We must cleanse our minds by fire<br />To see that blessing we call love<br />Standing upon holy earth<br />Holiness must start from within<br />We must be cleansed by the fire<br />To let Allah light come in<br /><br />Written by Ruth Sadi El<br />Copyright © April 2008<br />All Rights Reserved<br /><br />^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464279319183543446-8164384250495197665?l=writinginrhyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05125137974089245902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464279319183543446.post-9240784283250991942008-04-04T22:14:00.001-04:002008-04-28T00:20:27.036-04:00It's already day 4 so I must play catch up and produce four poems<br />Not sure what format they are using but here is mine.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Day One </strong><br /><strong>April 1, 2008</strong><br /><br /><strong>The Bent </strong><br /><br />Watch the bent in your child<br />And you'll see when they turned wild<br />Cut if off before it starts<br />It will save you from a hurtful heart<br />Watch the way they react<br />When something goes wrong<br />When you see them leaning to the left<br />Tighten the reigns and make them strong<br /><br />Watch the bent in your child<br />And you'll catch them <br />Before they turn wild<br />Look at the friends they bring around<br />Listen to their speech<br />Is their character sound<br />Watch the way they start to answer<br />When it's something you want to know<br />Watch the snarl form in their lip<br />That's one bent that has to go<br /><br />Written by Ruth Sadi El<br />Copyright © April 2008<br />All Rights Reserved<br /><br />*****************<br /><strong>Day 2<br />April 2, 2008<br /><br />The Ungrateful Child</strong><br /><br />What makes a child ungrateful<br />Unthankful to the core<br />What makes a child who has everything<br />Keep wanting more and more<br />What makes them think we owe them<br />And must give in to their every demand<br />What makes them turn against us<br />And act like their foundation<br />Is built on sand<br /><br />Written by Ruth Sadi El<br />Copyright © April 2008<br />All Rights Reserved<br /><br />****************<br />Day 3 <br />April 3, 2008<br /><br />Little David<br /><br />Little David all dressed up<br />Braids neatly in a row<br />Spreading joy and happiness<br />Everywhere he goes<br />All mannered down<br />Knows all the words to say<br />Follows The Striaght Path<br />One with Allah all the way<br />His religion is Islam<br />Peace is all he knows<br />In Harmony with his higher self<br />He's a Moslem from head to toe<br /><br />Written by Ruth Sadi El<br />Copyright © April 2008<br /><br />***************<br /><strong>Day 4<br />April 4, 2008<br /><br />What Is Life All About</strong><br /><br />What is life all about<br />Tell me if you can<br />Is my life worth something<br />What does it take to be a man<br />I hear someone tell me<br />A real man reaches up<br />Know who he is on the inside<br />Moderation is in his cup<br />He takes care of himself<br />And knows right from wrong<br />He's one with his God<br />And his religion within is strong<br /><br />Written by Ruth Sadi El<br />Copyright © April 2008<br />********************<br /><br /><strong>Day 5<br />April 5, 2008<br /><br />Almost Fatal</strong><br /><br />In a flash we can be gone<br />With no fault of your own<br />In the blink of an eye<br />You could be looking from on high<br />In a split second<br />You can be gone<br />No fault of your own<br />Just a day <br />Before the dawn<br />You think all is well<br />Everything is a go<br />Life is sweet<br />And then you don't know<br />What happen<br />What went wrong<br />My beliefs intact<br />My faith is strong<br />So what happen<br />In the wink of an eye<br />Life turned completely around<br />Filled with questions<br />Asking why<br /><br />Written by Ruth Sadi El<br />Copyright © April 2008<br />All Rights Reserved<br /><br />****************<br /><strong>Day 6<br />April 6, 2008<br /><br />The Day After The Storm</strong><br /><br />Shaking off<br />Trying to stand straight<br />Weak all over<br />So I'll just call it fate<br />Could have been worse<br />Could be gone<br />Be I'm still here<br />But for how long<br />How many storms<br />Does it take<br />To end it all<br />How many disappointments<br />How many distant calls<br />Life is so fragile<br />Life is so sweet<br />Live it to its fullest<br />And we won't know defeat<br /><br />Written by Ruth Sadi El<br />Copyright © April 2008<br />All Rights Reserved<br />***************<br /><br /><strong>Day 7<br />April 7, 2008<br /><br />Isn't It Wonderful</strong><br /><br />Isn't it wonderful<br />This thing call life<br />Isn't it fabulous<br />Living in the light<br />Isn't is glorious<br />When you know in whom you please<br />Life is a many door<br />And guess who has the keys<br />Life isn't a mystery<br />So easy to be understood<br />Life can be an open door<br />Some say knock on wood<br />What keys are you holding<br />How many are in your hands<br />Keys are as plenteous<br />As the grains of sands<br /><br />Written by Ruth Sadi El<br />Copyright © April 2008<br />All Rights Reserved<br /><br />00000000000000<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' 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