I listen to your words
I listen to your poems
I listen carefully
for in the words
I know you
You have unwittingly cast me
as the lead in your stories
Through you I know myself
Each of us so unique
Yet identical in our urge to paint portraits
of our deepest dreams
failed choices
and humble successes
You touch me with your need to sing out
your spirits mission to this world
Together we deliver the unsung songs
Gathering as one voice
Expecting nothing
We are blessed to unite in our message to humanity
that in each of us is dance
a glorious dance
I’m never alone for in your words
I embrace your Holy Spirit
and I dance the Poets Dance with You
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak
Poem for Poets: This poem pretty much speaks for itself. It’s a poem dedicated to poets. Often times when we read a poem we see ourselves, our lives, in that poem. As in music, it is in poetry. So this poem is dedicated to the poet who tells his or her story but “unwittingly casts us” in them.
Chasing dreams like butterfly hunters
calculated swings or a free sweeping swoosh
Destiny defined with mathematical precision
or passions tasted in sips like wine
Opposing forces threaten clarity
but worse steal time from dreams
Our soul embraces truth
only speaking when we listen
Haunting sounds of the harp
call us to our plan
Do we assess the instrument
or hear soothing angels play the answers
With magical sounds of the intangible hugging us
Do we squeeze tightly
whimsically swaying to the butterfly dance
hoping to discover
the ultimate scientific formula,
Faith
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak
Poem, Faith: This poem is for those times in our life when we may be guilty of over analyzing our purpose. You know, the times when you think to yourself..”I have these dreams”…but “so what”..”so does everyone else, what makes mine so special”. That’s when sometimes we try to calculate our dreams..sorta figure them out..like a physics question. Thus begins the debate in our mind, do we simply forge ahead with our hearts, or do we calculate every step along the way to make them come true. But the big question is, will they come true? Am I worthy, am I passionate enough?
Time passing sings loudly
Measure not the Journey
Nor the choices made
Rather unions formed,
Vows spoken freely,
Promises of everlasting love,
They are the hands elevating our spirit
To touch God
Can you see the Beauty of it?
Their faces one with a higher power
As they join with the other, now
Two people peacefully united,
Delivering breaths of light
To a world seeking grace
There is such beauty in it
Holding our heads high
We donate our tears
As they vow to Have and to Hold
We cry as we too have witnessed
God’s love bless our own union
Each clinging tear our gift to them
Knowing the light of the Holy Spirit
Shall be their arms on tired days
We have seen the beauty of it
Embracing on this joyous day
Blessed by God,
Witnessed by family and friends
Each one us gives to them
The singular power of Faith
Knowing Faith to be God’s timeless
Sustainer of life and eternal joy
That is the Beauty of it
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak
A WEDDING POEM: This poem was written as a wedding gift for a family member who is very dear to me. The title “The Beauty of It” comes from the line in the movie, Bridges Over Madison County, where Meryl Streep says she wonders “if anyone could ever see the beauty of it” (not an exact quote). The line in the movie touched me deeply, and if I had the power to grant one blessing for this wedding it would be that both of them experience this deep love with each other for their lifetime. “This kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime”…so perfectly stated by Clint Eastwoods character in the movie. What a beautiful wish for any couple.
Now that I laid her down to sleep
I thought finally,
I can go get something to eat
so carefully I tip-toed down the hall
that’s when I heard her little voice call,
“mommy, wait I’m not sleeping yet!”
she started to cry,
and was predictably upset
“aww my baby doll, please don’t cry,
I was just going to check your star in the sky”,
“here, let’s go make sure it’s still there”
as she stared out she worried,
“I don’t see it anywhere”,
“Honey, look up to the right,
it’s your midnight sun,
it’s named after you, my beautiful one”,
With night time now, your star doll’s in bed,
“but mommy, the star light is on,
it’s her daytime”, she said,
“No my sweet, it’s not daytime blue
and while your star doll is sleeping
she watches over just you
As she yawned, she said,
“I’m really tired now Mom,
in the morning will my star doll bring me the sun?”
“Yes it will”, I answered as I tucked her in tight
then thanked the sky for a cloud free night
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak
Star Doll: A nightime poem for a little girl who has her very own star in the sky, named for her.
Let’s see
Up at three
Feed the baby
Back under the sheets
For a couple hours of sleep
Kids up for breakee
Gulping my tea desperately
Rush them to school gleefully
Walk the baby expediently
This being my time for me
Back home to clean insistently
Do three loads of laundry
Flee for groceries Video Game Rentals late constantly
Go to work in my office impatiently
Where things have piled up overwhelmingly
Hubby claims I’m grumpy
Instead of crying I laugh hysterically
Baby bellows loudly
Time to change his nappy
Phone rings twenty times daily
Say I never call a bit angrily
Can’t explain my life so harry
Don’t want it to come out sounding scary
So I apologize gracefully
Kids home noisily
I’m panicky
My office work is not done completely
Oh well, its time to get them to hockey
Feed them first to keep them healthy
Bath time comes busily
Bedtime is love and kisses and favourite stories
Baby sleeping beautifully
My feet are up now restfully
Oops, I forgot to pee!
I assess my day on the toidy
Would I change my life at forty?
Are you kidding
Not this lifes inspired journey!
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak
OOPS, I Forgot to PEE! (AS SONG LYRICS – Poem Version Above)
(Verse)
Let’s see
Up at three
Feed the baby
Back under the sheets
For a couple hours of sleep
Kids up for breakeeeee
Gulping my tea desperately
Rush them to school gleefully
Walk the baby quickly
This being my time for me
(*sigh noise inserted here*)
(Chorus)
I know its not classy, borders on sassy
But OOPS! I forgot to Pee
Friends say I’m grumpy
Instead of crying I laugh hysterically
(*Note: belly laugh in chorus*)
Crossing my knees so know one sees
Cause OOPS! I forgot to Pee!!
(Verse)
Back home to clean insistently
Do three loads of laundry
Flee for groceries
Video Game Rentals late constantly
Go to work in my office impatiently
Where things have piled up overwhelmingly
Baby bellows loudly
Time to change his nappy!
(Chorus)
I know its not classy, borders on sassy
But OOPS! I forgot to Pee
Friends say I’m grumpy
Instead of crying I laugh hysterically …
(*Note: belly laugh in chorus*)
Crossing my knees so know one sees
Cause OOPS! I need to Pee!!
(Verse)
Phone rings twenty times daily
Say I never call a bit angrily
Can’t explain my life so harry
Don’t want it to come out sounding scary
So I apologize gracefully
( Another Verse..if needed)
Kids home noisily
I’m panicky
My office work is not done completely!
Bedtime is love and kisses and favourite stories
Baby sleeping beautifully
My feet are up now restfully
Whoa, I never did go Pee!
(Chorus)
I know its not classy, borders on sassy
But OOPS! I forgot to Pee
Hubby say’s I’m grumpy
Instead of crying I laugh hysterically
(*Note: belly laugh in chorus*)
Crossing my knees so know one sees
Cause there wasn’t any time to Pee!!….
(*Note: toss in sound of running water at end for effect*)
Poem and/or Song Lyrics: OOPS! I Forgot to Pee: Written for the Busy Moms of the world: You wake up, can’t believe your schedule – and decide to laugh instead of hiding under the covers and crying! Perhaps it’s better not to think about all the things we busy parents have to do..it’s better to just go and do them..A “light-bulb” moment. Shocker.
On a Monday my time is depicted,
the hours are carefully filled,
the day is spent usually working,
and my nights are eventually killed
On Tuesday my thoughts still of working,
again, it’s a Monday too late
my nights are sometimes more active
but that depends on my emotional state
On Wednesday I anticipate little,
though others see midweek to weekend,
I only see Wednesday as halfway,
with four days still left to descend,
On Thursday, people begin smiling
for the weekend is creeping so near,
but I just stare into oblivion
for what’s a weekend without having you here
On Friday, my work is slowed
to a steady but productive pace,
and my thoughts are geared toward the two days,
I don’t have to fight the rat-race
Now Saturday is here,
and what do I do?
As usual I clean,
and sometimes feel blue,
but there is a cure for these feelings,
on such a beautiful day,
one in particular is laughing my time,
with my friends who can take some disappointments away
Sunday I dread, for there’s little to do,
as I spend the last day of this week without you
so Monday to Sunday repeats and recycles
and this journey alone becomes my challenge, my struggle
I miss you. I cry.
I love you so much,
come home to me baby,
I need your sweet touch.
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak
Poem about Missing Someone…Well, I pulled this one out of the dust-bin: Wrote this in the early 80′s, and can see I wasn’t a happy camper at that time. It does seem like an appropriate poem for those who are struggling to get through their week without the person they love. What comes to mind are the spouses of those serving in the Military. I hope they don’t have weeks like this though. If this fits your life right now, I do hope you are able to find some joy eventhough the one you love is away.
If I could fly tonight,
To places I’ve never seen,
My arms with the power to witness first hand
great deeds accomplished by woman and man
or worse know suffering,
What would I choose,
soaring above these incredible views,
peering below
my landing, my voice
where do I go,
what is my choice,
Would I plan to see such glorious sites,
As the Seven Wonders of the World by night,
The Taj Mahal, The Northern Lights,
Angel Falls or World Castles by name,
The great cathedrals from London to Spain,
I could take the train from Koblenz to Koln
See the Ancient Ruins in Rome,
Ride a Gondola in Venice today,
but being away, almost gone astrayI
I’d miss what is always real
So I wouldn’t need to fly this far
since what I seek is where you are
You’re the sight I’d choose to see
with you is where I’d want to be
I’d choose you.
The love I know.
hold you close
the tears would flow
we’de share a tea
and our company
we could say a little or a lot
thank you for the lessons taught
memories kept to bring me home
these wings a gift for when I’ve flown,
feeling at peace, all would be right,
this is the flight plan I chart tonight
Poem for Distant Relative: I wrote this for my mother who doesn’t live very close by. We see each other though of course, but I was thinking, if I were a bird tonight, where would I fly to first.
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