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...

Monday, January 28, 2013

Grass

Grass is pretty, green
Which sparkles in sunshine, dew
Until winter breaks

© 2012 Deanna Repose Oaks
All Rights Reserved
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Adventures

Taking adventures is a great way to go
Doing something new is a great way to grow
Can't let fear drag you down
Can't let sadness make you frown
Get out and enjoy those places
Yet undiscovered as the case is
Have no regrets, live life grand
Grab life by the horns, with more than one hand
Cherish the moments you make
For life is only as great as the chances you take

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Butterfly Wings






(Photo inserted from Wikipedia)




They say a butterfly can start a tornado a half world away
But we never think of this as we go about our day
We never think of what affect we have in the world
The things we do are just there, hurled
Out into oblivion, no matter the effect on others
Until the weight of the world starts to smother
What difference in the world do I make
With every breath that I take?
What would have happened had I crashed my car?
Would the people hit still be who they are?
With their path changed, forever that day
Is the world changed in an irrevocable way?
What of the creativity that came of that choice
Did that become a heard voice
Or just some other dribble in a world full of noise
Or will it become a thing full of joys?
We all need to stop and think of what effect we exude
Into the world before it's screwed.

© 2012 Deanna Repose Oaks
All Rights Reserved
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Poetry On The Move

I almost crashed my car
Driving while writing today
Pen in one hand, paper in the other
Driving with my knee, what can I say?
When inspiration hits that hard
It is hard to not to roll with it
Even when I couldn't stop my trip
(The daycare would have a fit)
My hope is great
That this poem is grand
And soon a check
Will be in hand
So while I made a big mistake
Driving with my knee
It may be worth the while
(But I must wait to see)

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Friendship Rekindled

Fear of the anger that was once bestowed
Became an electric fence
Where a zillion amps flowed
The fence now gone, destroyed
As if never there
Making us question why we avoid
Our friendship once so strong
Can be that way again
It won't even take that long

Once we decided, it as if no time had passed
Our friendship just as it was
When we saw each other last

Friday, January 18, 2013

Afterglow

Sitting here listening to "The Truth About Love"
Listening close to the fears
Finding my feelings so closely mirrored
By the music in my ears
Wondering how it has come to be
Trying to find a way
To communicate to that level
Reach everyone in their own way
By the words I type today
Is it that her beat has music
While mine does not
Or are my words kept so well hidden
They can't be found?
Worrying even more, fear the lack of sound
Because I can't add music
No one will hear my pain
A thought then occurs
Do they hear hers, so plain?
She has a great beat masking her hurt
While mine is raw, there, alone
Approach so different, one thing is clear
All we both want is someone to hear
A someone we hold very dear
Someone always near
The one someone we most fear
Losing

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Feeling Down

Just as you are feeling at your worst
Someone may make your day
It may come at a time you won't like
But give it a chance, hear what they say
For the message may hold power
Beyond your belief
So a "horrible inconvenience"
Could be quite the relief
Let your fences fall
From the stresses of life
Enjoy those around you
It will help you through strife
Hear the love behind the anger
And laughter beyond tears
Give as much as you take
Float through your years