poetry
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My Easter Poem
RunningBy Amee Lynne ShelleyRunning to the managerTo see the new born KingA child wrapped in clothWith angels present to sing. Hallelujah, Glory to God. Running to the riverTo see the Son of ManA perfect soul baptisedTo fulfill his Father’s planHallelujah, Glory to God. Running to the mountain To hear the words of peaceA message of… Continue reading
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My Easter Poem
Today is Resurrection Sunday, the day where Christians around the world celebrate the risen Lord. I love Jesus and I’m thankful for his teachings. Am I a perfect person? Nope. I’m not. And I don’t have to be, because God’s grace is enough.That’s the happy news of Holy Week and the reason why I strive… Continue reading
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My “Almost” Romantic Comedy
It was Monday morning. I sat people watching waiting for the professor to start the class. I noticed a handsome young man reading a book by Maya Angelou. He was really cute so I knew what to do. I left class and went immediately to the library. Wednesday morning came. I sat there dressed in… Continue reading
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Christmas Poem
In my house are many mansions said the Father of us all. Wrapped in swaddling, lowly manager shepherds heard angelic call. Precious child, dear Redeemer, prophets told throughout the years. Son of God, Grace descending on this earth of pain and fear. Go before us, dear Jehovah, guide our feet along the way. We can… Continue reading
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The Christmas Poem that didn’t happen
I write a Christmas poem every year. I’ve been trying for two weeks to write my annual poem. I’ve got pages and pages of really bad poetry. Nothing is coming. The monster called 2020 has eaten all good poetry and I’m left with stale gingerbread cookies. In the middle of being frustrated, I had an… Continue reading
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Election Day poem
I haven’t written on this blog for a while. Work has been very demanding this school year. Teaching has always been an intense job, but this year has been different. I’ve worked in schools for 20 years. I thought I had seen it all. I WAS WRONG. Teacher college does not prepare you for pandemics.… Continue reading
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Poetry and the Helicopter
Have you ever had a really strange dream? I had one last night. In the dream, there was a lone sheet of paper on a brown table. This poem was written in cursive on that paper. dear madam, i am sorry for the trifling distraction caused by your pending demise yours truly, death My apartment… Continue reading
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A Want With No Name
Cleaning the dishes Suds dripping down my hands Trying to maintain a sense of normal. It’s hard. I feel as empty as this old cup Needing to be washed. A want with no name crashes over me As the water fills to the brim. I’m a bit of a philosopher and at times my thoughts… Continue reading
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A Date for Christmas movie and a poem about helping others
My high school choir decided to create an alumni wall for former members. The first thing that popped in my mind when I heard about the alumni wall was “Hallmark movie”. It really does have all the trappings for a movie. I can just imagine the plot right now. The Plot Jane is a beautiful,… Continue reading
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Majoring in Myself
I have been cleaning out my storage unit the last few days. As I’ve sorted through boxes of mostly junk, I ran across a poem I wrote as a college student. I was lamenting the question. “What do you want to do with your life?” The poem made me laugh. I found myself asking that… Continue reading