I Was Born a Star
I was born a star to shine bright.
I had the sparkle to make people smile.
The world reached out and greeted me.
With open arms, the world accepted my oddities.
Everything was beautiful until I outgrew my hat,
And collapsed inward, a victim of my own desires.
I became helpless, a star without a role.
Silent and dark for years, my energy returned,
And I burned brightly once more.
Unable to accept a bit part, the process repeated.
Time and time again I turned cold and lifeless.
But I rose to shine once more.
Now I shine steadily, lighting the way for others.
In my cameo role I am not overpowering,
But comfortable as an ember,
In the fireplace of the heavens.
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Who is that walking past my door?
It is the wind and nothing more.
For a moment a shadow hesitates,
Then it goes on and through the gate.
Who is whispering outside this wall?
I’m sure if I looked I’d see nothing at all.
Is there a person playing a mean trick?
Doesn’t he know I could be really sick?
I’m holding my breath within this cell.
The shadow is back and I know him well.
Around this bed my friends gather and talk.
They remember how we used to walk.
All voices hush as someone passes the door.
I thought, It is the wind and nothing more.
My friends are leaving with tears in their eyes.
I’m puzzled and ask, “What’s the matter, guys?”
But they ignore me as they go out the door.
One said, “It is the wind and nothing more.”
I don’t understand this turn of events.
I’ve tried to comprehend but it doesn’t make sense.
I turn to my new friend as we go out the door.
I ask, “Is it really the wind and nothing more?”
“Your friends are mistakenly blaming the wind.
But their way of thinking will come to an end.
Some will greet me as I enter their room.
Others will panic at my voice of doom.
You heard me walking past your door.
I enter with the wind, but I’m much, much more.
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The thought goes through my mind,
There must be a reason,
But the answer is hard to find,
“The place is yours while you’re there,
Treat it like it’s your own,
It needs some work but you’ll see,
It’ll make you a very nice home,”
It was not entirely true,
The offer he made to me,
For hidden behind the scenes,
Was the power I could not see,
“Do what she wants to keep the peace,”
Her heart has turned to stone,
And I could feel her words strike,
As they pierced me to the bone,
If I must live under her rule,
And bow to her every whim,
Then I cannot stay in this place,
And let my light grow dim,
I want a place to call my own,
To rescue or restore,
And should I maintain it well,
It’ll last a few years more,
If the stone princess should follow,
In an effort to keep control,
She’ll lose all she was meant to be,
Her heart, her mind, her soul.
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He said, “The sun is shining and I’ve got a notion,
We’ll lie on a blanket and slap on some lotion,
We’ll pretend we’re at some fabulous beach,
I’ll rub you in places you can’t reach,
Winter is over and I’m raring to go,
I built up my energy while shoveling snow,
I got tired of the cold and being kept in,
I’m ready for fresh air and I want to see skin,”
She said, “Keep your eyes in their sockets and please don’t push,
I’m ready for spring and I don’t want to rush,
Spring is beautiful and I’m afraid I’ll miss much,
I don’t want you to bother me so please don’t touch,
The breeze is sighing as it twists through the trees,
I want to enjoy this afternoon so no heavy breathing please,
You’re being silly to be acting like this,
I know you’ll never be satisfied with just one kiss,”
He said, “I’ve spent most of my life in the fields and woods,
Farming, fishing, and hunting, learning life is good,
And after a day in the office my energy is spent,
I think I’ll go downtown, I need to vent,”
She said, “You’re going inside because I ruined your fun?
I thought it would be enough to just share the sun,
You came out here because you wanted to be near me,
Look around, there’s so much nature to see,”
She said, “It’s time for dinner, I’ll make you some food,”
He said, “I’m not hungry, I’m just not in the mood,”
She said, “Then I’ll go with you, I don’t want to be alone,”
He said, “Call one of your friends, you’re always on the phone,”
She said, “That was uncalled for, it was downright mean,
I think you’re the meanest man I’ve ever seen,”
He said, “You’re not the angel I asked for from up above,
You don’t treat me well and you don’t show love,”
Ah, newlyweds, we had so much to learn,
We started with love and had pride at every turn,
Now me and my honey know how to relate,
As long as I stay here and she stays in her state,
We’ll talk once in awhile on the telephone,
Because I get tired of this house and being alone,
Me and my honey just couldn’t stay together,
We just weren’t two birds of a feather,
She says she still cares about me,
I miss her too, but we can’t agree,
About how to get along in each other’s company,
And life goes on, both of us living in misery,
I can’t live with her and I can’t live without,
Is that what real love is all about?
There must be something I can do,
But at this moment in time I haven’t got a clue.
My world is beautiful and wonderful,
I want to caress her fragile skin,
She’s my world on many levels,
I want to feel her heat within,
The atmosphere is her glory,
As it drapes around her crown,
Her cheeks blush with excitement,
As I love her up and down,
I can’t live without her,
She’s more than I’ll ever need,
She’s always there to greet me,
And there I’ll plant my seed,
When I see her glory around me,
I burst with manly pride,
She’ll be protected always by my love,
Which I’ll keep for her inside.
He was a grizzled old man with a sea cap,
His eyes like seas of blue,
Two children begged him for a story,
When he nodded the crowd around him grew,
“See that old umbrella over in the corner,
The one with fresh flowers on each side,
I’ll tell you a story that I believe is true,
But it’s up to you to decide,”
She stood crowded in with the others,
Waiting for their mail-order husbands,
The men were late, but that’s how it is,
When they’re shipped from faraway lands,
She hoped he was dressed warmly,
For the day had been bitterly cold,
He would arrive in perfect condition,
At least that’s what she had been told,
The rains had fallen intermittently,
And the wetness chilled to the bone,
The women were smart to carry umbrellas,
For this event they would not postpone,
Morning turned to late afternoon
With no men yet to show,
Reyna grew impatient with waiting,
She was perplexed, for a woman has to know,
She still carried her bouquet of flowers,
Which she intended for her man,
But they drooped after the long wait,
She hoped he would understand,
She began crying out of frustration,
Her tears mixed with the rain,
What happened next was not understood,
Her umbrella felt her pain,
With powerful wings it lifted her up,
Which gave her a much better view,
There she could see a mighty storm,
And a ship trying to find its way through,
Bravely she sped their way,
Her umbrella felt her increasing power,
It glowed like a star above the ship,
And the men found their courage that hour,
Soon they were docking at the port,
Guided by that wonderful strange light,
Then they were more truly amazed,
As Reyna descended into sight,
They circled her on bended knees,
Each man loving her in his heart,
But she had chosen one good man,
To be with her from the start,
Not every woman was happy with her man,
Although each had made her own choice,
Those who ordered men with tender hearts,
Had reasons to rejoice,
For Reyna and her chosen man,
It was love for both at first sight,
They both agreed for years to come,
They were lucky the very first night,
The crowd drifted away shaking their heads,
Laughing as they walked into the night,
The old man called out as he got up from his chair,
“Reyna, should I turn out the lights?”
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Branches of avarice reach out,
Terrifying me right from the start,
Like long grasping fingers,
Trying to pluck out my heart,
The cold river of credit invites me in,
The current eager to see me drown,
While I’m struggling and spending,
It’s dragging me down,
Spend more faster, go on a splurge,
Listen to the urging of the bank,
It’s like the call of the siren,
With my own inner greed to thank,
The banks are so happy when I spend,
They love it when money is coming in,
But they refuse to let me make amends,
So who will bail me out if I overspend,
Take my house, my car, and yes, my heart,
Second chances are for the big and strong,
Wall Street corporations needing a new start,
How can they tell me I’m in the wrong,
Mainstream America caught in the flow,
In the world of finance some will drown,
Where it will stop nobody knows,
Struggling and spending and still going down,
The creditors are cold and foreclosures are wide,
There’s no place to run and no place to hide,
And where are the leaders who tend the sheep,
They’re either counting their money or fast asleep.
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The mighty bulldozer roared and the frantic mother took flight,
She knew the heavy machines would soon destroy the nest,
So she carefully picked up the eggs and put them in her vest,
And that evening she read about what she should do next,
In an incubator she placed the eggs and marked each one with an “x”,
She read that every morning she needed to turn them over too,
Because that’s what a good mother duck would do,
She did more research so she would be prepared,
Because Molly wasn’t just any mother, she was one who cared,
After about a month the ducks began to hatch,
They followed Molly around even though she didn’t match,
When the ducks had gotten older she led them from their nest,
Molly led them down a trail so she could give them a test,
She had a list of all the things she wanted them to do,
They walked in a line, swam in the pond, so far 2 out of 2,
But they failed miserably when they couldn’t climb a tree,
They couldn’t hold an umbrella, or plead on bended knee,
Molly decided they needed their real mom to live like ducks should,
She looked around and found the mom in her own neighborhood,
The mother duck had enjoyed Molly showing the ducklings the tree,
The mother duck said to her, “You’re a good egg, but a quack up you tend to be,”
They worked hard to remain good friends and neither was a slacker,
But it became a joke when a duckling was bad, “Molly, do you want a quacker?”