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Lisa Mook Poem
When your sittin' in your chair
With nothing else to do
Just think what if
A monkey had to poo
Would he sit and push it out
Or leave it in to stay
But if he were to do that
Would it really go away
Does he have a potty
Or a designated tree
Maybe it's the same place
He goes to take a pee
Possibly he has a spot
A place where he can go
After all this research
I guess we'll never know
While your sitting in you chair
Looking good as dead
Think about what if
A monkey poos on your head...
Copyright © Lisa Mook | Year Posted 2009
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Lisa Mook Poem
What's the point in moving forward,
When I'm living in the past?
The pain and lack of happiness,
I never wished to last?
I'm stronger than the yesterday.
I'm prepared for what's to come.
But where is it I must go,
When all my work is done?
Do I take the path less traveled?
Do I mingle amongst the pack?
Do I take the twisting road?
To render looking back.
Do I make a wrong decision?
Do I take a risky chance?
Do I jump off the cliff above ,
And never take a glance?
Do I conquer all my demons?
Do I let them pass me by?
Do I speak what's on my mind,
Or am I forced to lie?
Do I take each step with caution?
Do I look before I leap?
Do I throw out all the grudges,
Or hold them in to keep?
After all the questions,
After all that I have faced,
I've found a place that's happy,
Where all the pain's replaced.
I've taken my path I'll travel.
I know what is to come.
I'm headed where Imust go.
Never stopping till I'm done.
I'm making my own decisions.
I'm taking every chance.
I'm climbing down the mountain,
With never the slightest glance.
I've conquered all my demons.
Not one has passed my by.
Always will I speak the truth.
To some it is their lie.
I'm taking each step cautiously.
I'm looking before I leap.
With every yesterday comes tomorrow,
And that's all I'll have to keep.
Copyright © Lisa Mook | Year Posted 2009
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Lisa Mook Poem
Like the breezes that blow
Carrying the wings of a butterfly
The softness with each touch
The innocence in your eye
You've held me close
In the chill of the night
You've won the battles
I could never fight
Like the water-stained wood
Around the cracked window
You hold secrets and stories
Most never will know
The butterfly kisses
In which I receive
Remind me of the love
The force of belief
The care you show me
Gives me delight
The shelter you are
Conquers all of my fright
We've said the things
We thought we never would
We've climbed the mountains
We never thought we could
We've shared our souls
We've given our hearts
There's no broken pieces
Just replaced parts
I close these emotions
With the words well meant
For with you I'll be
For all my life spent
I'll be your sunshine
On clouds of gray
I'll be there to welcome
Each coming day
In need of encouragement
Right there I'll stand
Whenever you fall
Right here's a hand
In need of a shoulder
For tears to fall upon
Mine will be waiting
Among open arms
Whenever you're lost
Just follow my voice
Whether you listen to my words
That is your choice
But do listen to these
In whatever you do
For Mr. Golden Sunshine
I'm in love with you
Copyright © Lisa Mook | Year Posted 2009
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With each day that comes
Another fades by
The stress keeps building
Leading to cry
Like the tears of a child
Who just lost her world
Still she stands strong
But loses her will
With each sunset falling
Over the horizon so blue
She searches for answers
And what to do
Stars shine through the night
The moon shines full
She wishes to throw it away
To eliminate the bull
His touch conquers fears
The look hides her hurt
Showing the feelings so strong
The words beared to blurt
She searches for answers
But none can she find
With eyes wide open
She still feels blind
The moons half full
On the cloudy nights
Not a star shines through
No relief from the fights
The sun never shines
Over the ocean so cold
She tries so desperatly
To stand so bold
The days never come
The past stays near
His touch has faded
Leaving all unclear
Copyright © Lisa Mook | Year Posted 2009
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Torn and broken
Confused, forgot
Missed and wanted
Hopeless, distraught
With all the madness,
All the lies.
Through all the sadness ,
Of no good byes .
She stands strong,
Never breaking down.
Proving she's growing,
but afraid to drown.
She holds the answers
To all the tears.
All the questions
Through all the years.
She says the words
To just be heard
Nothing matters
It's all absurd
She bears feelings
Emotions so deep
The feelings are hidden
To forever keep
When the angel falls short
She gives her good byes
Not bearing the words
But they fall from her eyes
Copyright © Lisa Mook | Year Posted 2009
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