A POETIC SPELL

The prospect of writing that filk still makes me go "sheep sheep sheep" so I'll set it aside and forget filking for a few hours and think poetry.

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I found more of Shel Silverstein's poems in my old high school literature class notebooks. Here's another favorite, and one that has become an important part of my personal philosophy:

The Search

I went to find the pot of gold
That's waiting where the rainbow ends.
I searched and searched and searched and searched
And searched and searched, and then -
There it was, deep in the grass,
Under an old and twisty bough.
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine at last....
What do I search for now?
-- from "Where The Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein

I think this poem is classic Silverstein. The style is very light and whimsical and yet, there is an underlying meaning. Ever since I read this poem back in high school, it has become something to live by. It has come to represent a cycle that I go through over and over again. The quest to achieve the goals that I have set for myself, learning through experiences along the way, and when I get to the end of the journey, set another goal and embark on another quest.

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And while trying to search for my old high school notebooks, I also found my old college binders. Tucked away amidst pages of scrawled solutions to calculus problems, German class notes, and circuit diagrams, I found a paper containing one of several poems that I wrote when I found myself hanging out in U.P.'s Main Library on my ridiculous 4 hour break between classes. It is appropriately titled, I think. Heehee. :)

Bored

If time would fly more quickly,
I wouldn't be so weary,
Won't fall asleep in the library
As I would when I am bored.
I do crazy things when I am bored to death,
like recite the Greek alphabet,
compose German phrases about my pet,
sing songs when I am bored.
I think up wild stories,
fantasize I'm in the movies,
crave for chocolate chip cookies,
all that when I am bored.
I want to be somewhere far away,
exploring, travelling, frolicking all day.
Go skysurfing? Why not, I say.
Oh, Lord, I'm really bored.
Ride unicorns amidst the stars in the sky
Cast magic spells on the perfect guy,
Make cuddly, little teddy bears fly,
I wish I could, 'cause I am bored.
Stare at the clock to watch time pass me by
Chant mantras to keep me from closing my eyes
Talk to myself, oh, I could cry,
I could scream when I am bored.
Hey! What do you know? It's almost time!
Oh my gosh, there goes the chime!
But I've got to think of one more rhyme...
Just one more... 'cause I write poems when I am bored.
-- :o)

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I live my life,
thankful for each day,
wholly embracing the world
and every challenge it casts my way.
But each day as I go on I find,
I think of solutions to the puzzles
while half my thoughts are of you.
I laugh and cry and feel and care,
but half my heart reaches out to you.
I may find joy in the world around me
but you remain my happy thought.
I may keep searching for a peaceful place
but always feel safe in your presence.
And though I may find courage,
I fear the answers to my questions,
Fear that you will disappear,
Fear the way I feel for you....
-- :o) 01142003


.:chronicled by senator skywalker at 6:50:00 PM:.
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