Passion Poet

Alright it has been a week and I have not heard from anyone.
That is ok I know that the name of this blog does not affect your lives or mine really :-) .

However my mind has been stewing about this for a week and this morning in the shower "Passion Poet" came to me. I liked it immediately. As we drove out to Lawrence I ask Kris what she thought and she liked it too.  So here we are.

I am still willing to take your suggestions and feedback about this title though so please feel free to comment.

By the way I am thinking about writing an ebook about my ghost stories and I am thinking about using this picture what do you think about the picture? And would you read the ebook?

Just random thoughts.
I should have a poem up soon.

Thank you for reading,

Poetic Me

Hello Everyone;

I have a question for you all instead of a poem today.

Recently I have been thinking about this blog's name changes. Mostly how the name changes have illustrated my emotional evolution.

When I first started this blog I named it Writer of Some Wrongs, which is explains my URL name. But I soon found that title too limiting. For example what if I wanted to write about some rights would readers be disappointed if I changed from a theme of "wrongs" to a theme of "rights". Plus I did not want to just write about wrongs I wanted to have a place for my poetry, whatever form it can in, to go so I could share it.

So I chose Delaina's Poetic Rants as my title. Here is some of my reasoning for choosing this title. First, I was not sure what I wrote could actually be called poetry. I have not taken any classes  that would hone any poetic skills I might have. So I felt to call the blog Delaina's Poems would open me up for attack as I didn't really now if what I write could be called poems. Yet, I felt like words that come from so deep within my heart could still be deemed poetic. I added "Rants" because that was a safe, in my mind, word to explain my passionate words, while still allowing me to point out injustices. Plus if my words were not poems they were at least rants.

In my mind, at least at the time, the title was a perfect fit for me and safe.

About two weeks ago I started asking myself if this title still worked for me. Because I am going through another emotional change. I had not answered my question when one of my readers asked me to consider changing the title to something else. Their reasoning was that the word "rant" has too many negative connotations. I am not sure how much I agree but I can see their point, and right now I am trying to get away from promoting too much negativity.

I should also add that I value this person's opinion so I am taking the request seriously.

Yet I am not sure what to change the blog title to. Do I just replace the world "rant" with another word with less negative meanings? Do I create a whole new title? After all the title of this post "Poetic Me" is not bad. But then do we attach to many meanings and emotions to the word "poetic"?

So I have decided to ask you all what you think this blog's title should be? What are your opinions? I won't make any promises that I will pick your title but I will seriously consider all suggestions.

Just leave your thoughts as a comment that way everyone can see them and respond to them. Hopefully, with your help, I can land on fantastic title that I can keep for a long time.

Thank you,
Delaina

Friends

Friends

They are the gifts we give ourselves.

It is because of them we take initiatives.

They are the light at a dark and lonely tunnel’s end.

That is why we call them friend.

They pull us up when we are down.

It is because of this, we wish for them to never frown.

They push us forward when we are afraid.

That is why, for them, our love and trust braid.

They expect nothing less than our best.

It is because of this that we are blessed.

They offer us their selves and expect the same.

That is why, from them, we cannot refrain.

They have faith and, in us, believe.

This is why, to them, we cleave.

They are an endless smile for our incessant tears.

That is why we merit their cares.

They come and, yes, they may go.

It is because of their love, we grow.

They are our friends without an end.

That is why we all transcend.

Just Found Out

Hello Everyone;

I just found out from one of my sisters yesterday that my cousin Teddi has cancer. So I also want to dedicate the earlier poem to Teddi as well as Ailene and my father.

Life is so short as it is, to have cancer taking lives away from us at such an early age seems as though death is cheating life.

We love you Teddi. Stay as strong as you can for as long as you can and know that you are loved.

~Delaina

Ailene

Hello My Friends.

Life is a strange experience sometimes. It seems that when death comes close to us, our heart seems to be more aware of the value of life. Yet at the same time the impending sense of loss causes a lethargic feeling that seems to surround us. Or at least this is what it feels like to me.

Another friend is in the battle of her life against cancer. This rant is dedicated to her, while at the same time it is based in the loss of family and friends that has already been caused by cancer.

Is it Ever Enough?

Is it ever enough to want to hold on to our friends...

Is it ever enough to love…

Is it ever enough to lay claim to a human bond…

Before they slip away?

Is it ever enough to know a life existed…

Is it ever enough to share a laugh…

Is it ever enough to share a hug…

Before they slip away?

Is it ever enough to feel…

Is it ever enough to see…

Is it ever enough to hear…

Before they slip away?

Cancer, are the lives you claim ever enough…

are the souls you suck the life out of ever enough…

are tears shed in your wake ever enough…

Before you rip them out of our world?

Is it ever enough to live no matter how long the life…

Is it ever enough to give all that there is to give…

Is it ever enough to share all that there is to share…

Before they want to slip away?

Is it ever enough to try everything there is to try…

Is it ever enough to fight until there is no fight left…

Is it ever enough to abate the inevitable…

Before they want to slip away?

Is it ever enough to fight death…

Is it ever enough to strive for life…

Is it ever enough to want for peace…

Before they want to slip away?

Cancer, are the lives you claim ever enough…

are the souls you suck the life out of ever enough…

are tears shed in your wake ever enough…

Before you rip them out of our world?

Is life ever long enough?

When will enough be enough?

~

Ailene stay strong, stay focused, and stay as long as you can. We love you.

When your enough is enough know that you have touched and inspired many lives.

Love,

Delaina

Creativity

Hello Everyone;

I know it has been a while since I have written a poem but my mind has been in many places.

One place it has been is in school. For one of my classes "Readers' Advisory" we are to hold a book discussion. The book is Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love.

One of my classmates had the role of finding author information which included this video.

I am sharing it with you all because I found it so refreshing, encouraging and in many ways my experience.

I hope you enjoy all 19 mins of it :-)

A Memory Dream

To Da (the three year-old name I gave him)

A Memory Dream

I dreamt of you last night

I once wrote that your hands are what I would remember…

I dreamt not of a memory we shared

But a memory dream it was

The kind that draws attention to an internal hole, a missing soul leaves behind

I dreamt of you last night, not your hands

A memory dream

A memory that we never shared but an emotion in a familiar place

A song,  a voice of an instrument – human and not

But a memory in dream form all the same

I dreamt of you last night and an emotion that we shared…

I dreamt of you last night

Of your passion that could, if you permit it, expose your youthful heart

A memory dream of your passion for song of voices harmonizing in life

A memory dream of living creation – a song, a voice, a vocal release.

But a memory of a shared wide awake dream

I dreamt of you last night and of our shared passion for creating

I dreamt of you last night and our unrecognized passion

A memory dream that draws attention to a void

A memory dream that does not leave one empty

But rather a memory that reminds the dreamer the void was never there

I dreamt of you last night and found you resided in my dreams

I thought I would remember your hands

   But I was wrong I remember your heart