THE ULTIMATE HOBBY

 

Every individual finds comfort in doing something; as this is how hobbies, dreams and passions are developed. When we find things that we do well and enjoy doing, we should not be afraid to share these things with others; as our thoughts and actions may be an inspiration to someone else, or a new window that allows others to see things in a way they have never seen it before.
My way of expressing myself is through the art of poetry. Writing seems to be for me that route I can take to step out of the norm and into a colorful world filled with unspoken illusions. As I browse in this imaginary world of my mind, I somehow magically seize the capability to transform letters into words, words into phrases, and the phrases a masterpiece. Writing is an escape from the ordinary, so as you read on, delight yourself in the art of Language!

 

AWAITING SUCCESS

Sitting!
Patiently awaiting the day, the hour, the minute, the second, the moment
Standing!
Hopefully anticipating the experience, the reflections, the promise, the truth
Walking!
Joyfully examining the glory, the perfection, the majesty, the brilliance, the finery
Running!
Willingly experiencing the art, the culture, the exclusivity, the perfection, the gift
Stopping!
Tiredly releasing the energy, the passion, the vigor, the zeal, the enchantment, the ardor
Watching!
Tranquilly recollecting the grander, the excellence, the honor, the elegance, the finesse

 

As I sat; patience filled me with the hope to stand up.
As I stood up; Joy willed me the desire to run.
When I ran; the tiredness released the energy I needed to watch.
When I watched; I glimpsed the pathway & true existence of elegance, honor and excellence.

 

 

THE RA IN ME

Why not help others, when they are in need?
Why not be an RA and help others to succeed?
Why not show EC what I can do?
Why not bring my thoughts to the EC RA crew?

Resident Assistant means to me,
Painting a portrait for everyone to see.
I’ll splash a little yellow paint to bring a gleaming glow;
Take my brush and spear the paint so every one would know-
That happiness and lots of cheer is what I’m here to bring,
So that every EC student would be glad to laugh and sing!

I want freshman to feel welcomed,
And feel the EC air;
And if I am their RA,
I know this is what we’ll share.
When they search to find a friend,
And long to find just one;
I’ll give them time, I’ll give them fun,
From day one,
Until days done.

And when they feel they don’t fit in
and long for some true love;
I’ll be that one to hug them,
And help them fit in like a glove.
If they’re ever feeling homesick
or look a little blue,
I want to be that one to say,
“ I KNOW YOU’LL MAKE IT THROUGH!”

And if a freshman girl should cry
Because she’s lost her guy,
I’ll be right there to wipe her tears
I’ll be there till they dry. When homework brings a burden,
And weighs them to the ground;
My helping hands and good advice
Will always be around.
Adjusting will be hard I know,
But they will not be alone;
I’ll always help these freshman girls
For we share a common home.

When roommates have their quarrels
Due to selfish Plights,
I’ll be the one to make them laugh
No longer will they fight!
And if their ever tempted, to break a college rule;
I’ll be that background voce that tells them not to act the fool.

It takes a heart,
It takes up time,
It takes persistence too;
But these are things that I would like,
To see an RA do. To be an EC RA,
Means a lot to me;
As they are like the mentors,
Of our college Family!

 

WHAT IF MONEY GREW ON TREES

 

Tell me how would it be, if money grew on trees;
Living in bushes, mistaken for weeds.
I thought of some ways that this world would be,
Here’s my final draft,
To this “what if” decree.

They’ll give money a new name,
One like nature’s delight;
Or the Wealthy shrub for which man will always fight.
There’ll be one world currency,
All with equal value;
So a dollar would be a dollar,
Even if you’re in Peru.

Now trees have many parts,
Which one would they choose;
To be that special currency,
The entire world would use?
Would it be fruit, flower, trunk or leaves?
As this is more complex than it sounds or even seems.

Would daisies code one dollar,
And periwinkles five?
While roses and carnations
Code fifty-five plus five?
How would this tree look?
Be it short or somewhat tall?
Be it resolved, it wouldn’t matter at all!
Imagine small shrubs,
Planted in a line;
Producing small change,
Like quarters and dimes.
You’ll see a tall oak tree,
As it bears a quarter,
Better yet still,
You’ll see it bearing a dollar!

World Industries would change,
Careers and professionals too;
Isn’t it incredible,
What a switch in nature could do?
Money farmers, money planters,
Are just the names of two,
Of the many jobs it’ll bring
For me and you to do.

Money farmers would be seen as nurses,
Money scientists like docs;
The lower-class farmers,
Would be placed on the top.

Would it increase in value?
Or would it augment?
Be able to pay dues,
Or be good enough for rent?

If money grew on trees,
Its value would go down.
And more of it would be needed,
To buy things around town.
If money grew on trees,
New changes it would bring;
To all of nature’s bugs and beasts
That run and crawl and sing.

Deforestation would decrease,
And man may plant more trees,
Just to satisfy, their monetary needs.
For green it is now,
And green it’ll always be.
And everyone would plant a stem,
Of this superlative tree.

Tree of money, Money tree;
Available, To you and me.
What a world
This would be;
If this money tree
Was a reality.

 

THE STORY OF MY LIFE

(Inspired by patients at Sealy Ward Princess Margaret Hospital Nassau Bahamas)

My name is Sharon and I'm filled with joy,
I smile with glee with every girl and boy.
Early in my life I was promiscuous and fast,
I never let a handsome man go past.

Sexual immorality was my continuous sin,
As a result a deadly disease slipped in.
AIDS, yes AIDS is what I have today,
No medicine or cure can make it go away.
I became an outcast in school and beyond,
People did not befriend me, we didn't get along.

When I would go to school each day,
People pointed and always stared my way.
They never acted as a friend to me,
Although, before they loved being around me.
We were once friends, but because of this,
They scorned me, which was a "dis".

Some called me names; others neglected my feelings,
All because of my promiscuous dealings.
When I discovered this plight,
I was filled with anger, torment and strife.

Who is the man that gave this disease to me?
Who? Was my question My never- ending plea?
I never found the guilty man you see,
But I wanted him as dead as dead can be.

I often thought of spreading the disease,
Not thinking of others, only my fleshly needs.
This never happened due to the fact,
That every man I liked stabbed me in the back.
I remember when I used to say,
" I am so beautiful, as beautiful as a daisy",
Now it looks like my cloud is getting hazy.
I used to brag, " No HIV no STDs,
Keep them all away from me please!"

I was taken to the AIDS camps, where there were people just like me,
They treated me with love unconditionally.
Some say I'm an outcast but I don't really care,
Because in this camp love is everywhere.
No one to laugh, no one to scorn,
But sadly, daily there is someone to mourn.

For health reasons I'm better off here
No further spreading of the virus to fear.
Now my life is in a state, where only God can help me,
Live a life free from all misery.

An outcast they can call me, that's no harm,
But a testimony is exactly who I am
Born and cleansed by the redeeming Lamb.
Humbly, I bow before Him,
Forgive me Lord, forgive my great sin.
God, heard and accepted my prayer,
He gave me peace and calmed my fear.
If you are wise you will hear,
That I was wrong, now only to God I adhere.