Reading What I Wrote

Reading What I Wrote

Feed back about my work has been mixed lately, those that liked it read it aloud; those who didn't like it didn't. Once my poems were read aloud, those that didn't suddenly did. So, I post this advice: read my poems out loud, you might just hear something you didn't know was there...

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Spoiler Alert!!

Let the story unfold.
Do not skip forward to reveal.
Knowing what is to come,
Makes the heart numb before it feels.
Let the story tell itself -
From beginning to end.
For there is meaning in the journey,
What the author intends.
Revel in the process
Of living in the moment
(Not in what comes next)
Sometimes now is now
And is purposed to perplex.
Don't give in
To what others know.
It may take the story for a ride
Where it wasn't supposed to go.

© 2014 Deanna Repose Oaks
All Rights Reserved

Monday, October 20, 2014

Sea of Pink

On Thursday night I waded into a sea of pink
Not caring what anyone else would think
Knowing that people in the drink
Do more than wear the color pink
They swim upstream even as all seems lost,
As hopes and dreams are dashed and tossed.
They fight this fight, and will until it is won.
They swim and swim until it is swum.
As friends, family and strangers falter, flail and sometimes drown
The pink tides raise them higher, floating over rocky ground.
As Friday morning came around,
This sea of pink was more profound,
Winding its way from solid stone,
20 long miles until it hits home.
The sea of pink surges with a tide,
Held within every pink shade, in every pink stride.
Saturday morning dawned anew.
This sea of pink took on a deeper hue,
Crashing waves 20 miles further upon the beach.
By nightfall children play within its reach.
The sea of pink closed this night,
Dancing its dance under pale pink light.
Sunday begins as tent city goes down.
The sea of pink starts moving the crowd.
Tales are regaled of what we have done:
20 more miles, the pain, the trouble and fun,
Of the fight we just fought and all it will do,
The sea of pink describes its every hue.
Wading in swimming along with the crowd,
Walking 60 miles over unsure ground,
I feel what I have done; I am so proud.


Where do they come from?
Where do they go?

Hitting like a freight train,
Stinging like a bee,
Floating like a butterfly,
The beauty of the tree.
Sunrise, sunset,
The moments in between.
Paintings, movies,
Sights not yet seen.
Silence, sirens,
The moments within a song.
Doing things right,
Still getting them wrong.
The feelings you have;
The feelings you won't.
The happiness you bring;
The quarrels you don't.
Soft rain proceeding
Thundering dark storms.
Rainbows and sunshine
When the weather turns warm.
Reality, insanity,
A very fine line defines.
Keeping to the rules,
Then coloring outside the lines.
Holding onto hope -
When all is lost.
Winning the game
With a hail Mary toss.

So fleeting, so haunting,
You never can know.....

So take your seeds and plant them all,
Some will grow weeds but others will grow tall.

While the tall ones grow strong with bright brilliant leaves,
Do not discount the power of weeds.
They teach you that you can't always win.
They toughen you up, to take one on the chin.
They teach you not to plant where they grow,
For they take advantage of all that you know.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Too Busy

Working, playing, eating, laughing
Too much to do in a day
Which part of your life do you give up
When "stuff" gets in the way?
Do you give up playing
In lieu of work?
Do you do it because
Your boss is a jerk?
Do you give up eating
To be sexy and thin?
Do you do it because
It is how you think you will win?
Do you give up laughter
In the face of pain?
Or do you put yourself first
And play in the rain?
Think about the choices you make
Don't be afraid of chances to take
Remember to put yourself first
Being too busy, is only a curse..

Monday, February 17, 2014

On The Fly

Grab that thought
Write it down
Don't think about
Who will frown
Just transcribe the feeling
Without regret
Before your heart
Does forget
Because while pain lingers
Too long it seems
Joy is traveling
Through your dreams
Capture it while you can
Before it gets away
For it will change all too soon
Such as night turns to day

© 2014 Deanna Repose Oaks
All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Ice Storm

Ice covers the nearby lake
Then disappears while I'm awake
It cracks, breaks then sinks below
The water's surface; now aglow
Reflecting sunlight throughout the day
Keeping less important thoughts at bay
For soon the sun will sink again
Bringing back the ice then
Crystals forming one by one
Playing their game, having fun
Before they crack, break, and sink
Leaving us again in the drink....

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Outside Chair

Bright orange chair
In front of a deep black door
Sitting alone atop a staircase
Waiting for someone
Anything at all
A strong wind
A tired dancer
A few flurries of snow
Maybe even some activity below
Keeping a vigil
Even without patience
Or consequence
Except rust

© 2014 Deanna Repose Oaks
All Rights Reserved