For this blog I want to share two of my poems (for lack of a better word). First of all my poetry doesn’t exactly rhyme. I just like to look at a piece of are or a story but usually just a particular piece and let my imagination go to work. I don’t usually lock myself away or listen to music, I just see something and the first idea I have I just write away.
So, about the first poem I wrote. Professor Candee told us about the statue that was discovered at the bottom of the ocean, and I found it interesting that it was either Zeus or Poseidon. Pretty ironic huh.
This one pertains to ancient Greece and Poseidon.
Poseidon, god of the sea and god of earthquakes,
nature has no gods besides it’s creator.
Make a god and a sculptor.
Try to classify nature say it has an orchestrator.
The sea and the quakes have a different say.
Load on the sculptor your picture of our ruler.
The journey is short the cargo is light but the waves will billow and the sea floor will shake.
Waves high and low wash over the ship where did our Poseidon go?
When bronze meets the watery floor 6 foot 10 all of Poseidon is no more.
Nature has no cue or director is shakes and quakes, waves and calmly blows exactly when it means to.
Welcome to your watery grave Poseidon.
At first I didn’t find much interesting about the chapter on south and southeast Asia so I looked for the most innocent looking piece of art I could find and make something grand out of it, art building or art if you will. So here is what I came up with.
The next one is about the Great Bath.
It’s not a maze, it’s not a myth;
It’s a place to rejuvenate ones self.
My people have talked of this place for ages;
One was once taken there to be renewed of health and by legend it worked.
However not in the same sense you’d think.
This man had a disease which would end him soon.
He knew Jesus Christ as his savior and trusted him to take care of him.
The community urged him to go,
so he obliged really just to please the rest.
Once there he saw the beautiful pool the water glistened peacefully and a pair of doves hovered and cooed a serene song;
He looked to the heavens and through the majestic clouds and felt the presence of God rest upon his spirit.
From that moment on he was stronger and braver than anyone around.
His journey and faith and strength is a great testimony for his savior for all who hear.
For a tiny village such as this; for a family small and ordinary the father was a great foundation and inspiration.
Judith