Long Wendy Poems
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Feelings
Feelings that become rebellious
Uncontrolled and unrestrained
Often times will cause disorder
They will leave a good name stained
Feelings that are sentimental
When not balanced, curbed or checked
Even when they give some pleasure
Still they may gravely affect
Even love can be an illness
As much as pity can be a vice
Often common sense is silenced
For it would for sure chastise
Feelings can be sly and tricky
If not cornered they run wild
They are stubborn and relentless
Like a rash and boisterous child
Feelings sometimes can get darker
When they part from joy and glee
As they roam in gloomy places
They lose hope and fantasy
Feelings are a curious party
They thrive when with a chaperone
But they can cause much tribulation
When left unguided and alone.
Wendy Nipas
Out of touch
How I wished a knob would do it
One that could control your mind
And another for your feelings
If such power I could find
I would be so quick to turn them
Yes, I’d do it every day
For happy thoughts and happy feelings
So sadness could not have her way
One more knob would still be needed
For some quiet and some noise
But I promise I would use them
Only when I had no choice
This may seem somewhat sadistic
Believe me, how I wish you knew
All these knobs would serve a purpose
I don’t need many, just a few
I’d use them for a loving soul
Whose suffering hurts me much
A helpless patient he’s become
Who would wish upon him such?
If you had known him I would bet
You’d use the knobs for good
To add some meaning to his life
It would be understood
How sad to see the old man now
And oh, how do I hate
To see how he’s so out of touch
In his demented state.
Wendy Nipas
"This was fun collaborating with my wife Wendy. We each took turns writing a stanza. Together we wrote 12 stanzas - each with 16 syllables" ~The Poets~
Unarguable power of desire drew me to your true love.
I thought it was merely lust now I dedicate it to true love.
When skies were grey and winter winds chilled and the cold was hard to bear.
It took the thought of you to warm me with your soft, tender true love.
In our youth love did blossom so, as I remember days gone by.
Joyous times, laughter and frivolity, then such carefree true love.
Mornings you would tirelessly brush my long wavy hair with such care.
Then lay me down, mess it all up, with our hot passionate true love.
Intrinsic time has advanced down pathways unknown, and the bell tolled.
Unhindered yearning smoothly burning to a threshold of true love.
Tribulations ran deep almost to despair, I knew you were there.
Emotions too hot to handle, faded what we called pure true love.
All romance diminished, thought we were finished, and you looked elsewhere.
Were lonely souls to reunite, or was there a cost for true love?
Disillusioned with intent, no longer content with just caring.
Intangible the thought of trying to rejuvenate true love.
Forgiveness rebuilt trust and our love became resilient once more.
With empathy for each other’s weaknesses, we renewed true love.
Age has wearied us, and some years have condemned us quite unhealthy.
Life gave us resilience to battle on, overcome with true love.
I reminisce about the life we have led, it seems our love grew.
Now nothing is as important as you, love abounds, it’s true love.
My love these fifty-two years you have given me body and soul.
It’s what life is all about, you are my everything, my one true love.
Happenstance
A puppet once was not amused
Was tired of being tugged and used
He wanted no more of it all
And every time he chose to fall
Whenever he would feel a jerk
That ordered him to jump or twerk
He just lay down and he would sniff
He did not move, he was just stiff
No longer did he want to shake
’cause all this wiggling was just fake
A happy puppet he was not
That’s what his master had forgot
And since he did not seem to care
The puppet gave him a good scare
The master therefore stooped to see
How all of this had come to be
With gentle touch and gentle stroke
He kindly to his puppet spoke
To him it was by happenstance
That his puppet carried on his dance
Wendy Nipas
Confused
See him standing there, he’s thinking
He is staring, but now too long
He stopped walking for some reason
And I’m wondering what is wrong
He keeps thinking, he keeps staring
I don’t know at whom or what
What on earth could be the problem?
Was it something he forgot?
And his staring is so piercing
Now I am a little scared
But what happens next, I tell you
I was really not prepared
Just one grab and he starts walking
It was quick, but I did see
As he walks away while eating
I am thinking, ‘How can this be?’
I am shocked, I am bewildered
I am sad, I am confused
I had never seen this coming
And I was really not amused
As I struggle to perceive this
Tears have welled up in my eyes
Though well-dressed, the man his doing
Really caught me by surprise
But I wished it didn’t happen
And I still can’t take it in
Now I know not only beggars
Eat out of a garbage bin.
Wendy Nipas
A legal way to stop a vote
Is something that may tax one’s throat;
A speaker has to talk for hours,
Using her persuasive powers.
There are rules they’ve locked in place
That Congressmen must all embrace:
He or she can’t take a break –
Sitting down – a big mistake!
Leaning on a desk’s taboo;
Other things you cannot do –
Have a meal or leave to pee.
(That would be the end of me!)
Filibusterers can drink
Milk or water, but I think
If a bathroom’s not permitted,
Drinking likely gets omitted.
Wendy Davis, Texas Dem.,
Spoke ‘til 10:03 p.m.
In her bright pink Fila sneaks,
She defied her foes’ critiques.
Though opponents sought a crack
(Like the brace for aching back),
Davis kept her fight alive,
Demonstrating guts and drive.
Nothing really seemed to fluster
Davis, on her filibuster.
She deserves a silver platter
Just for her amazing bladder!
Truth
Silence is a voice
She may whisper, she may scream
She can be all too confronting
But she can help you to redeem
Things you may have forgotten
Or things that you had lost
In the stillness they’ll resurface
They’ll come back at any cost
You’ll remember, you’ll acknowledge
You’ll be humbled, you’ll show regret
If Integrity is present
You’ll have to face all that you dread
As you are inclined to listen
You will hear and you will learn
Refrain from any interruption
And the more you will discern
When Silence speaks she’s candid
Her audience better be bold
Brace yourself for the experience
Admit the truth that will be told
And even though it won’t be easy
It can be torture at its best
But honest self-evaluation
Will only put your mind at rest.
Wendy Nipas
On cue
God his purpose is elusive
What is actually his role?
In our lives and in our planning
What good is worship as a whole?
Don’t we long for independence?
Why would this start up a fuss?
Why should we give God the power
To decide what’s right for us?
We don’t want to be directed
Why wait for his sign and cue?
We could use him as co-pilot…?
That’s the least that we can do
Mind you, we will give the orders
We’ll do exactly as we feel
And when it gets a little tricky
We might scream ’Jesus take the wheel!’
This doesn’t mean that we are cowards
No, it means we have a choice
For in a fair collaboration
Every partner has a voice
Equal say and equal privilege
And we claim it, it’s our right
But we want God to be ready
To find a cure for every plight
Until then, he should be quiet
He should utter not a word
We’ll appreciate his presence
Even more if he’s not heard
As we brazenly continue
See us veer and see us swerve
As our silenced fellow traveler
Waits for his cue to come and serve.
Wendy Nipas
(True story)
As nativity plays go, this one was a doozy
with plenty of chances to fail
and even after all the countless rehearsals
it did, on a Biblical scale.
My part, I was Joseph, and Barbara was Mary,
the Jesus doll wrapped in a sheet
three wise men in the wings with tea towels on their heads
plus trainers and pumps on their feet.
The donkey was resting, a little bizarre
since the creature was mounted on wheels
and in the light of the candles it's red plastic handle
just made the scene slightly surreal.
The stable was made from the school's Wendy house
for the play they used just two hinged walls
as the wise men came Joseph leaned back on one arm
and the whole structure started to fall.
The look from the prompt at the front of the stage
signified I was in real deep trouble
as the magi and shepherds all valiantly scrambled
to pull Mary from out of the rubble.
The infant child surfaced though held upside down
from the tangle of thatch straw and rafters
as his messenger Gabriel rolled on the floor
in a fit of hysterical laughter.
The following year I found I was demoted
as teacher didn't want to lose sleep
over what new disaster I'd find myself master
so I took the back row as a sheep.
Don’t
Superficiality,
I hate it with a passion
Authentic speaking, thoughts and deeds
Are almost out of fashion
It is as if a curse has come
Upon the human mind
To keep us empty from within
To keep us dumb and blind
The thinker is now ridiculed
His thought process is ’*****’
His presence has become a pest
They wished he’d disappear
Just keep it light, don’t think too much
And don’t try to be real
Don’t tell the truth, it will upset
Who knows how one might feel?
Don’t stir up things, don’t question none
Don’t teach, do not inform
We like it shallow, it’s more fun
And that should be the norm
We’ll talk about the trivial things
Like fashion, the weather, and food
But not the troubles in the world
It won’t do any good.
Let’s focus on our pretty selves
We’ll stay well fed and groomed
And let no one dare to frighten you
By saying we’ll be doomed.
Wendy Nipas