Best Barrera Poems
Like a friend
G000gle always finds me
what I need
though not always
what I want.
G000gle even tells me
a little about myself
though he misses
some of the important stuff.
G000gle, I'm telling you,
there's always more
than meets the eye;
you need to look
deep within.
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
Escribo porque hablar a veces no puedo
pues cuando lo intento me lleno de miedo
escribo porque mis palabras tienen mas efecto
transpasan toda barrera y llegan al centro
de tu corazón y comienzan a crecer dentro de ti
y a su tiempo dan fruto y te hacen feliz
escribo porque mis palabras te dan ese abrazo
el abrazo que no recibes del mismo que te toma de tu brazo
del que te dice que te ama pero no lo demuestra
escribo porque mi poesia muchas veces es tu respuesta
y aun cuando no escribo en ti estoy pensando
pues si suelto el lapiz es solo porque algo mejor estoy planiando
mis pensamientos en orden estoy plantando
solo para luego regresar con palabras que te estan enamorando
escribo no para mi sino para complacerte a ti
pues aun sin conocerte ya te has vuelto parte de mi
Adam & Eve had Cain
then they were blessed
with Abel, two sons.
Abel was the herdsman
while Cain was a farmer
Cain bringing an offering to the Lord
of the fruits of the ground;
Abel, meanwhile, gave Him
the firstborn of his flocks.
The Lord was touched by Abel
his offering acceptable,
while that of Cain
the Lord did not find
to be pleasing.
Cain objected to this
being very upset,
so the Lord asked him
why he felt as he did.
The Lord admonished him
warning him that sin lurked
ready to steal his heart
advising him to fight it,
to master it.
Cain remained angered
contriving to take his brother
out into the field,
there murdering him.
So the Lord asked Cain
where his brother was;
Cain sarcastically replied
that he didn't know
retorting as well, asking
was he his brother's keeper?
The Lord admonished him
telling of his brother's blood,
its voice crying out
to Him from the ground.
The Lord cursed Cain
from the earth,
warning him it would no longer
give him good harvest.
Further, Cain would be
a fugitive, homeless,
but Cain begged
saying his punishment
was too great to take.
He feared for his life
that his brother's murder
would soon be avenged.
Also that he would be hidden
from the face of the Lord.
However, the Lord marked Cain
warning anyone who might
try to take his life
that their punishment
would be sevenfold.
Cain then left the presence
of the Lord
settling in Nod, east of Eden
having a son, Enoch,
with his wife there.
He founded a city
beyond there,
naming it for his son,
calling it Enoch.
SKB
© COPYRIGHT S. K. Barrera 2008 All Rights Reserved
(My very first poem)
I used to hide
In my pine tree
I could feel safe and big
Sitting in my monkey fort.
Now I can't
They say I'm too old
Instead I sit in the cafeteria
Eating my bananas.
(C) 1971, 1998 RosaSheila Barrera
This poem was published in "LA FONT" a high school literary collection....
Your broken body
strewn in pieces
up, down the road
reminds me the enemy
cannot win in the end.
You were just an innocent
one who lived in a garden
though your shiny black scales
would make one think otherwise
since snakes symbolize evil.
I feel sorry for you.
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
The peacefulness of its blue light
blinking into my catnap
never stirs me from my daydreaming,
rather lets me know
my computer is waiting for my next move.
Just like the cursor
when it turns on and off,
that blinking blue light tells me to come
whenever I'm ready, so my computer will be too,
it seems to love the touch of my fingers.
I'm only so happy to be obliged.
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
I forgot to eat lunch
left it cooling
in the microwave,
running all around
doing year end things.
The phone keeps ringing
interrupting everything,
then I have to start over
if I ever want to
get anything done.
Don't call me!
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
I remember how
you'd heat the leche
to make me a cafe con leche.
You'd use that special sock
to strain the grounds
fresh ground!
We'd sit and talk
by the window
watching our "kids" playing
in the back yard.
They'd bark to come in
wanting to share in the aroma
of your special roast
imported from Argentina
just like you!
I miss you, dear.
To: Enrique Esteban Barrera
1930-2005
Cuando senti tus caricias me llenates el alma con tu dulzura
despacio te fui conosiendo, Con lentitud te ganates mi corazón.
Cuando te conocí fuites el ser que mas aprecie por tu linda forma de ser
despacio te fui queriendo, Poco a poco me fuites conquistando.
Muchos se burlaban de ti por tu manera de ser.
Pero a mi no me importo a cercarme a ti.
A mi me daba un bledo lo que la gente decía de ti.
Se burlaban por tu forma de ser y como actuabas.
Te ganates mi confianza sin que yo pusiera una barrera con limites.
Con lentitud fuites el ser que sano las heridas de mi corazón.
Cuando me llamas una loca si te ame con esa misma locura y inquietud.
Cuando fui tu novia a propósito me perdía dentro de un laberintos
para que tu me siguieras, con la misma pasión que yo te seguí a ti.
Tengo recuerdos muy bellos de ti. Esos son los recuerdos que nunca olvidare.
Cuando íbamos al colegio juntos, a propósito cambiaba mi forma de ser, mi
manera de vestir, mi forma de caminar.
Todo lo hacia para ver si todavía te fijabas en mi. Sin importar como lucia.
Cuando vestia fea. Yo veía como nunca cambiabas la forma como te expresabas conmigo. Sabes eso fue lo que te iso lucir mas radiante. Mas radiante de los que se burlaban de ti. Cuando me vestía bonita lo hacia para ver como te expresabas conmigo. Recuerdo que asta tus objetos se te perdían por solo enfocarte en mi.
Sabes que cuando me fui, senti como que una parte de ti murió dentro de mi.
Sabes que cuando me fui, fueron tus recuerdos lindos que me lleve conmigo.
Me senti como un angel con una ala destrozada sin plumas. Con lágrimas en el
alma.
Lo que yo esperaba de ti era que me detuvieras para que nunca me fuera
de tu lado. Lo que yo esperaba de ti era que me pidieras la mano pero no lo hiciste. Te quedates con las palabras dentro te ti sin expresarte tus verdaderos sentimientos sobre mi.
Cuando te quedates en silencio total. Me pegates con un látigo en el corazón. Sufri mucho en dejarte ir. Sufri mas cuando me dejates ir tu a mi.
Ese es el dolor en cual yo mas sufri.
BEAUTIES BY THE BABBLING BROOK
They sat on the boulders
by the babbling brook
basking in God's brightness,
their bronze curly locks
bouncing as they giggled.
Their beauty was perfect
in every way, including
the big beautiful bold eye
that graced each of them
centered in their foreheads.
They were giggling at me
because I balked at each
questioning my own sight;
could it be, I asked myself,
God made them one-eyed?
Their laughter mingled
with the songs of the brook
as I marveled at their beauty,
even though embarrassed
for having gawked at them so.
What could I say as I walked away?
(From a dream: Mar. 1, 2008)
[It should be noted that on the front page of The Komsomolskaya Pravda, the
Russian Newspaper, it was reported on 2/22/2005, that a baby girl was born with
one blue eye centered in her forehead. She died right after birth, only having
taken one breath. I researched this, because I could not believe what I saw in
this dream; also I worried that it would discredit my vision of Heaven. I hope to
see these beauties again in Heaven when I get there. I'll want to be their friend
and get to know them better.]
“...there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no
more pain, for the former things have passed away.”
REV 21:4
GOD'S ANGELS HAIKU
They are all over
fluttering up, down, here, there,
bringing messages.
“'He who overcomes shall be clothed in white garments, and I will not blot out his
name from the Book of Life; but I will confess his name before My Father and
before His angels.'”
REV 3:5
These poems are the last 2 poems in my IN HEAVEN book, which is 165 pages
long, and for which I'm seeking a publisher.
(C) Sheila Kathryn Barrera Feb. 12, 2008 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
Sometimes a friendship
just gets tired,
it wants something new
to grasp onto.
There is a new level
it desires,
but cannot bridge the gap
til some part dies.
Tears wash it clean...
an eraser in the teacher's hand
wipes the slate clean;
we both learn.
We skip on that sidewalk
hand in hand
tossing our pet rock
across the pond.
We jump rope,
escaping the noose
that wanted to choke us,
but in perfect time.
Our shirts will match perfectly again.
To: Aimee
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
This leopard wasn't too swift
she'd just given birth
so she needed to rest for awhile.
Soon she'll be back at the hunt
her young in need
she too will feel the hunger.
Don't let the snake take her young
it swims through the grass
looking for its own tasty meal.
Maybe the snake would make a good meal.
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
From: my dreams last night.
Somehow writing to You, Lord
makes it all seem perfect;
while I write, You tell me
the way You want things to be.
Sometimes You can show me
how things look to You,
just a little bit anyway,
I have to stretch to see.
I like sharing with You
all the things I want to do
while You make suggestions
I never have thought of.
I don't hear Your voice
really, though somehow
I know what it is You tell me
even without seeing it.
Only You know how to do that!
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
Like a Christmas merry-go-round
this little red and green leaf
swirled 'round and 'round
in a tiny puddle in the wind.
It reminded me of holiday cookies
sand being the sugar sprinkled
upon it so sparkly red and green
that I could almost taste it.
I had a red and green parrot once
he was my holiday gift all year
singing loud Christmas carols
of his own spectacular making.
He would have loved those cookies.
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
My home is in Heaven
the next best thing
is God's house here
built on this earth
I share my thoughts
prayers for everyone
with the other saints
over a cup of coffee
We share a Pot Luck
while we celebrate
our freedom in Christ
sin no longer holds us
Pastor Bill leads us
bathed in the Scriptures
toward our eternal home
the road lined with grace
We worship Father God
our Savior, His Son
calling the Holy Spirit
within our hearts
There's so much love
lots of hugs to spare
Biblical advice abounds
holding hands in prayer
During the week, help
is just a phone call away
our sisters-in-Christ
have been there before
My great church family
full of love, understanding
I don't have to travel
The Way all by myself.
To: PATHWAYS COMMUNITY CHURCH
With Love,
Sheila Kathryn Barrera