I sinned.
I yelled.
I gossiped.
I was shy.
I didn’t see anyone in need.
I added to the mess.
I was afraid to shine brightly.
I was a grouch.
I did not do any of the things on my list.
Forgive me Lord, and thank you for new beginnings.

In case you can’t tell, the lines in the second verse corrospond with the lines in the first verse. I’d like your opinions! Thanks!

I will never fit into your little box of normal
I’m sorry for this
But the box really is too small
There’s no room for my creative energy
For spontaneity or fun
The corners are really too sharp too,
For they jab into reason and thought and questioning—
All activities I long to do
And when I ask the infamous gadfly question,
“Why?”
The lid of the box is closed entirely too tight
It suffocates curiosity, innovation
No light comes through
I’m sorry I don’t fit into your little box of normal,
That this colorful cloak of self
Just won’t fit into the beige categorization
That the levels of complexity that are me
Are too steep for the box’s height
That labels and understanding slide right off
That the closer you get to zero,
The farther from zero you realize you are
I will never fit into your little box of normal
Or any other box for that matter—
Put the labeling gun away
Lest it misfire—
I’m sorry I don’t fit into your little box of normal,
There isn’t room in it for me anyway.

The Looming Monster

I shall study
I shall try to remember
that the population density
of Singapore
is 6,814
(or is it 6,414?)

I shall prepare
I shall try to understand
what’s the difference between
voltage, current, charge
’cause to me
they sound the same

I shall revise
I shall try to internalise
that it is I before E
except after C
like in THEIF -
- no! I mean, THEIF!

But first

I shall rest awhile
For it is that start of the holidays
After a term from hell

So
Exams can wait.

The poems are still on my site, though I haven’t placed any direct links to them. You can reach them through this link.

http://www.poewar.com/category/poem/

Thanks for your interest. At least some of those will be in the book.

They’re supposed to be side by side. Which they are sorta, but not how I envisaged. And how the second poem got to be underneath as well is a mystery. OK, I’ll post them again one under the other.

Twin Proclamations
(found poem, from media reports)

Welcome to Repco Rally on the Tweed –
Good for business!
Fast and furious predicts ace.
A great atmosphere.
Finally we can show what we’ve got
to an international audience.
A stunning display.
Preparations will continue unabated.
It will be fun
and bring money to the area.
A heavy police presence has been sent.
Riot squad ready.
Protestors will be arrested. .
Every two years for the next 20.

Join the Protest –
You are needed!
A juggernaut – 90 racing cars,
support vehicles, helicopters and sirens
to scare away wild life.
A close knit community.
People are not happy.
Aboriginal leaders deny permission.
Ancient songlines and pathways
go through here.
The Government has failed to protect
the world heritage national park.
Now it’s up to the people.
Every two years for the next 20.

Welcome to Repco Rally on the Tweed – Join the Protest –
Good for business! You are needed!
Fast and furious predicts ace. A juggernaut – 90 racing cars,
A great atmosphere. support vehicles, helicopters, sirens
Finally we can show what we’ve got to scare away wild life.
to an international audience. A close knit community.
A stunning display. People are not happy.
Preparations will continue unabated. Aboriginal leaders deny permission.
It will be fun Ancient songlines and pathways
and bring money to the area. go through here.
A heavy police presence has been sent. The Government has failed to protect
Riot squad ready. the world heritage national park.
Protestors will be arrested. Now it’s up to the people.
Every two years for the next 20. Every two years for the next 20.

Join the Protest –
You are needed!
A juggernaut – 90 racing cars,
support vehicles, helicopters and sirens
to scare away wild life.
A close knit community.
People are not happy.
Aboriginal leaders deny permission.
There are ancient songlines and pathways
which go through here.
The Government has failed to protect
the world heritage national park.
Now it’s up to the people.

:::

I promise I will do it
I will gather up my wits
Put on my social façade
And go out there to meet
Strangers

I promise I will get to it
Be sociable
Be friendly
Make friends
Out of strangers

I promise to do what I dread
Smile and make empty
Conversations
Keeping boredom
Off my face

I promise I will
Truly I will
Maybe I will
Sometime
Some day

But I will get to it
Maybe

Or maybe not.

(Is that why your own poems seem to have disappeared from this site? I was wanting to re-read those wonderful pieces about your Mum.)

Tonight I will thank God for the blessing of the day
Tonight I will sleep peacefully
Tonight I will embrace the loves in my life

Tomorrow I will wake with a spring in my step
Tomorrow I will accept the things that I can not change
Tomorrow I will use the wisdom God has bestowed upon me

This year I will work to be a better person
This year I will allow myself to be happy
This year I will bring joy unto others
.-= Jennifer Woodard´s last blog ..12 Qualities Women Want in Their Men =-.