About CHD Heart Poem

I have been so busybody all over, posting comments & also busily involved with self articles reading that I hardly take my fingers for a walk over here. And this was already in the draft storage for a week or so. I might have tried to wait for a node, but .... here goes nothing!

I was @ Brynlyn Anna Jensen 's Y!360 :-



The following is a beautiful poem that I read from another CHD baby, Inarah's, blog that brought tears into my eyes (alright, who am I kidding? Truth be told, I bawled my eyes out like a baby!) I just loved the accuracy in the description of the emotions and I just had to share it with you.

Somewhere...someplace... today...
A family is waiting to hear...
Is something wrong with their baby?
The answers aren't quite clear...
This family has entered an unwanted world...
And they just don't know what to expect...

Somewhere...someplace... today
They first heard the words: heart defect.
And how they hoped this was not true...
And thought... this cannot be...I too...
know just how this feels...
For one day...this was me.

Somewhere...someplace...today...
And how they hoped this was not true...
And thought... this cannot be...I too...
know just how this feels...For one day...this was me.

Somewhere...someplace...today...
A man and a woman embrace...
Their baby is in surgery...
They long to see her face...They haven't got to hold her yet...
Without...a cord or line...They pace the room awaiting news...
And hope she'll be just fine.
Prayers fill this busy waiting room...
And mom and dad are scared...

Somewhere...someplace..today...
The tiniest hearts are repaired.

Somewhere...someplace...today...
A child's growing fast...Smiling,laughing,thriving...
His mom thinks...can this last?
It's almost easy...to forget...
That anything is wrong...

Somewhere...someplace..today...
Her child seems so strong.

Somewhere...someplace... today...
A little boy fights...just to live
A father holds his tiny hand...His love...all he can give...
The doctor's are all baffled...
They fear that he might die...

Somewhere...someplace...today...
A family says goodbye...

Somewhere...someplace...each year..
More than 40,000 families will see...What it means...
when something's wrong...They'll face a CHD.
Today...for just a moment...
Stop...remember...reflect...
Make time to tell someone you know...
"I've been changed by a heart defect".

Author - Stephanie Husted
Tonight, please say an extra prayer for strength, courage, hope,
and faith for the CHD babies
and families of this world.

Misty

Looks like my collection of such hand full of poems are getting the better of me than composing myself!! And, I am a good collector!

This following was one that pops up from my Flickr friend,hipguedellas eNjOy!

Look at me
I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree
And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud
I can't understand
I get misty just holding your hand

Walk my way
And a thousand violins begin to play
Or it might be the sound of your hello
That music I hear
I get misty the moment you're near

You can say that you're leading me on
But it's just what I want you to do
Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost
That's why I'm following you

On my own
Would I wander through this wonderland alone
Never knowing my right foot from my left
My hat from my glove
I'm too misty, and too much in love.

Our House

I wrote Our House @Y!360 earlier this year while I was all alone in depressed mode.
It seems the old song by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young - Our House is a very very very fine house, with 2cats in the yard ....... is being reminisced here in my short poem!


Well, and so to say The House is a HOME.
But the HOME is NOT a HOUSE
then how is it to live on the LIFE we are to lead??

The House is the only place you know,
This only place is your HOME,
When you know that it's no longer there,
Blindly into the air you stare.
Surely you know it's somewhere out there,
But where?
Surely you would hunt,
But then it's NOT that fun.
You need to seek high and low,
To look for the forsaken LOVE,
That when you managed to find it,
Is it there forever for us to keep?

Summer's Ending

My very nice lady friend Cheyanne @ Y360 composed this very touching poem
to eNjOy the passing summer with utmost jOy
and I've made my request to post it here for all to share the view:-

The leaves are still green,
Vividly so,
The tree bark is A lively blackish brown.
All is so alive,
Yet summer is Drawing to an end.
Leaves soon will begin to Fade and lose their green.
Next they will change into Warm autumnal colors Of rust,
yellow and orange Followed by the Drying of the leaves.
Though summer just began,
It is drawing to an end.

In appreciation to Shirea Mills
in mid July 2008

P.S. - probably another Mid Summer Night's Dream, perhaps?

I Don't Understand

I've come across a regular @Yahoo! 360° whom has been my regular visited space

& find this poem very interesting to collect.

So, as usual I'm sharing it with you.
eNjOy!!

"I don't understand what happened to us
Or why you have turned away.
Of course you are free to do as you like,
But first I have something to say.
To me it had seemed we could go on forever,
So close were our hearts, and at ease,
So much did we share, yet the words never faltered,
So I thought as time did as it pleased.
Whatever I did that has made you unhappy,
Or am that is not to your taste,
Or would be were I to return to your graces,
Or won't be if I am replaced:
I want you to know that your friendship is something
I treasure, and would not now end.
If you would be willing to turn to embrace me,
You'd find in me still a good friend."

Pearls of Wisdom

I have re-Posted this poem from Jacqui BB from YAHOO 360 friends space

thru Cheyanne and in it he wrote:-

So I am hosting Poetry Wednesday this week in Sue's absence.

Sort of seems appropriate that I offer up a poem of my own.

And I have been rather rattling these off on demand of late but I don't think that is going to work today so I went leafing through those journals I have mentioned before.

I didn't even find a date on this until the next to last page I filled

(only about a third but every page a poem).

It is 1976. In the last year I believe of my relationship with a man named Bruce.

The one with the Masters in English and all but thesis on Doctorate.

He hated that I learned I could write.

I was not with him for 19 years so I haven't a clue of just what specific incident I am referring to in this poem. Likely a fight with my brother.

Far too many to be specific.

But not knowing I do not think lessens the truth in this poem.

Observe if you will

No tell tale frown

Nothing up my sleeve

Just behind my mind

Where quietly I air the linen

Review my past like a color guard

Passing in Review just out of yours

So I can pass judgmentI now pull it out for you.

Notice, if you will, the tiny facets

The minute changes of light

As I turn this prism of personality

First one way then the next

You'd never guess

The festered sore this tiny gem has created.

But a tiny grain of sand like so many, you say?

A mere chip off the rock of sand

And well have I hidden itEven from myself

Stored under gauzy tissue of laughter and flippancy

Smoothed and polished and coated and re-coated

To be a pearl of wisdom.

But the wisdom, my friends,

is in observing it

Pulling back the tender tissue

And wiping clean the gem

Then with a hammer smashing it

To reveal the original stone

The tiniest nugget of golden truthA trifle you say?

Well, perhaps

Perhaps once and maybe soonB

ut for now I give you the one, the only(Don't we wish?)

THE Pea which kept a Princess awake

Under not one, not two, not even three

But nineteen, count them.

Nineteen years!

Yes, Sir, Folks.

A more expensive trifle you've never seen.

It has cost us dearly.

(c) J.Binford-Bell 1976

Many thanks to Jacqui BB & in appreciation to Cheyanne.

Living LIFE in Chapters

One of my spaces friends @Yahoo! 360° wrote :-
"I'm reminded of Rudyard Kiplings supportive poem in times such as these.
Wise words that I'm sure will help.

And I'm sharing it with you here & hope you'll like it too. eNjOy!

If you can keep your head when all about you,
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken,
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings,
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew,
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you,
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!"

In appreciation to our utmost friendly WebMarty.

What Love Means

Known as Juz Me, my spaces friend from
A Little Space of Me @WinLive spaces wrote "Everyone like to ask what is love? Love makes us feel so sweet yet so painful... Here is a song i would to share with everyone about love. Here she sang and explain what is love. I personally think it is so true. Do you think as what i am thinking?"

They say it's a river,
that circles the earth.
A beam of light shining,
to the edge of the universe.

It conquers all,
it changes everything.
They say it's a blessing,
they say it's a gift,
they say it's a miracle,
and I believe that it is.

It conquers all,
but it's a mystery,
Love breaks your heart,
love takes no less than everything.

Love makes it hard,
and it fades away so easily.
In this world we've created,
in this place that we live in.

In a blink of an eye,
the darkness slips in.
Love lights the world,
unites the lovers for eternity.

Love breaks the chains,
love aches for everyone of us.
Love takes the tears and the pain,
and it turns it into the beauty that remains.

Look at this place tha was paradise,
but now it's dying.
I'll pray for love,
I'll take my chances.

That it's not too late,
love breaks your heart.
Love takes no less than everything,
love makes it hard and fades away so easily.

Oh! Oh! Oh !

Love breaks the chains,
love aches for everyone of us.
Love takes the tears and the pain,
and it turns it into the beauty that remains!

Love is performed by Vanessa Williams

In our bLoGosphere

A puzzled poem posted @one of my Yahoo360 friend's space. 
No title and no pix. Enjoy!

We sit and we type,
and we stare at our screens.
We all have to wonder,
what this possibly means.

With our mouse we roam,
through the rooms in a maze.
Looking for something or someone,
as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other,
we type all our woes.
small groups we do form,
and gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody,
to type out our name.
We want recognition,
but it is always the same.

We give kisses and hugs,
and sometimes flirt.
In ICQ we chat deeply,
and reveal why we hurt.

We do form friendships,
but why we don't know.
But some of these friendships,
will flourish and grow.

Why is it on screen,
we can be so bold.
Telling our secrets,
that have never been told.

Why is it we share,
the thoughts in our mind.
With those we can't see,
as though we were blind.

The answer is simple,
it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems,
and need someone to tell.

We can't tell "real" people,
but tell someone we must.
So we turn to the puter,
and to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy,
the truth still remains.
They are Friends without Faces,
and odd little names.