Poems from my Myspace Blog

Sunday, January 06, 2008 fun to write in ’92 Category: Writing and Poetry Sierra Nevada's Rte. 80 back in 1991 by Barbara E. Meyer-Spidell

Thirsty mountain sandstone
wild resevoir
fiery mountain distance
great travel by car
Snow cresting like Louisiana cotton growing far from here
It is so good to see you mountain and I am so glad I am near.

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The Way you Will-
Circa ’92 written by Barbara E. Meyer-Spidell
Category: Writing and Poetry

I know your fervor.
I know your temper.
I know your passion and what you desire.
I see your vision quite clearly now.
I see my own and they're different somehow.
I know the thrills that you seek.
I know the havoc that you can wreak.
Your life made sense up to this time.
I see this pattern that you want to be mine.
But me, I want me own identity.
I must do with my life what I must.
I have things that I must do.
And you.
You.
You can go the way you will.
The way you will.
It is your dream that you must fulfill.
I knooowwwwww.

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Wednesday, December 12, 2007

The Rosebush and the Grapevine The Rosebush and The Grapevine-
to Nicholas John Glasnovich May 1991 on his 1st Communion from Barbara Ellen Meyer

Like the Rosebush Full of Thorns
One May Encounter Many Storms
Because Such Beauty Will Deceive
Be Certain of What you Think or Perceive
The Grapevine, on the other hand, Has Roots Quite Deep,
That Your Storm, Though Most Passing,
is Kin to a Weep
Your Faith is the Yeild of Fruit You Bare,
and Quite a Fruit it is! Beyond Compare!
Like these Plants, You Too Will Grow.
Your Roots Down Deep, Under Sod and Snow.
Whatever the Weather, Chilled or Warm,
a Faith that Has Died You Will Never Have to Mourn.

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A Tribute to Baby Blankets circa 1991-2 poems

Snot Riddled and Tear Eyed Sore by Barbara Ellen Meyer 1991
(hey I have alot to write up-some are better than others, BUT YOU WILL SEE a large body of work upon completion.)

Oh but Nothing goes Thru so Much Agony as the Wee Blanket
Except the Wee
Oh but nothing goes thru so much Trying as the Shared Wee blanket
Thanks so much for the Trying
Snot Riddled and Tera Eyed Sore Thru One Babe Son and then One More (Jon and Kate Eklund)For Nothing lasts as long as the Wee Blanket
Triple Tear Eyed Sore for The 'God son' now (Robert Meyer)and Then Once Again More (Lauren Meyer)


Baby Blanket Poem 2
See Thru Ragged
by Barbara Ellen Meyer 1991

See thru Ragged wasn't Ragged Before
AllLay Upon a New Babe
Bright ColorsHand made
See Thru Ragged wasn't Ragged
Four Little Hands LearningPeek a BooDear
Sister Patricia, I accept this Blanket from
You'See Thru Ragged' Raises two more
Lovely patched Blanket your Total is Four'
See Thru Ragged' washed again
We loved your display of colors and will remember them
'See Thru Ragged It Is!' afterall
We Bring you to your Resting Place, This Place Upon Our Wall

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Poetry is : Barbara Ellen Meyer circa 1992

Poetry is as an equation of which it's diallect or creative or colorfully descriptive word determines it's value. It could even be codelike terminology, it appears, to the casual listener or thoughtless reader. However, to understand the mastery of poetry you must figure the equation. You first begin by asking yourself the question: What do the words say at face value? Some writers choose to write subliminall, if so, then as the reader, you must find the underlying message or tone. This underlying tone may be sarcasm or ironic, even scofflike or just plain simple secondary message. Sometimes the writer might use colorful phrasing to enhance something picturesque, and help produce incredible imagery.Some times one can graph the poetic cadence, even on a computer.Afterall, poetry is basically and simply a medium.

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Depict Me, by Barbara Ellen Meyer circa ’92 in California



I am faulted for inciting riots
Useless as they may be
I'm thoughlessly pre-occupied with what truly bothers me
The human condition falters
inspires philosophies
Aestheticllay that's how they are made out to be
Art pieces depict human frailty
Color combining texture mimic what others see
Depict me
Are not my faults exposed?
Or do you see smooth lines and grace?D
o you depict those?
Ooooh depict me as I am
Ooooh depict me as I am
See me as I am meant to be seen
Do not look at my colors but what I leave behind

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A Tribute to Popeye ’92 by Barbara Ellen Meyer

When I was a child I welcomed my Father home from work with a simple greeting, ' Hello Popeye!'.

I greet my children as 'Pilgrims', my predecessors 'Who knows?'

They may flee the country at some time

The culture I am coming from has welcomed your culture.

Welcome me into your culture, however they may say it

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old poems collective ’92
you what? What do you mean, you don't understand?
by Barbara Ellen Meyer 1992

All of it, every aspect of it
Celebration of itMusic.
Music is a complete celebration of The God's for you and I
but then again, so is nature
See it truly
Have the vision
Be able to smell it from your mind
or when you hold it, have it
Welcome it to your heart
And LiteratureShare it
It is a prt of my life
the lifeblood within
Sieging from my veins
My very veins
as you do yours,
dont kill the tree
What do mean you don't understand?

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Poems from ’92 or thereabouts- I in California Tennyson by Barbara Ellen Meyer 1992

Barbarous People
Blind to the magic,
deaf to the melody
It stems like a flower and cascade forth
languid colour upon the shore
Down the rocks
My body pours
God's great works upon the shore
My sound speaks in a 'tricklewhisper'with violence my voice does roar
I give the gift to the rich
I give the gift to the poor
Clear and Palitable forever more
The woodbine spices are musk of the rose in a rivulet fall
Cold as February Except twice fold
All dampness put to a hold
No such movement to be so bold
Cold as April
Long for the day
Letting the dampness trickle it's way
It's direction is to the May
Cold as June
The warm mornings spent
Hoping for rain as it came and went
Give to the memories or just be lent
Cold as AugustJulius Ceasar is gone
Heat pours forth praying for winds'song
The directions changing going down the road
Cold as August Where it goes no one knows

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A Poem for You Video Romeo by Barbara Meyer-Spidell-- lost in 2005

as long as people, like you,

are blaming people, like me,

for interferring or coming between people who you are trying to connect with then people,

like you,

do not see the reason for people, like me, and the way we act or react and for what reason

So you blame instead of understanding

Maybe people, like you, who do this, have every intention of malice, like those who caused me to be the way that I am

And you feel cheated that you were robbed of your own possible attempts brought down by people you blame, like me

Yet, though I know not what you are blaming me for specifically, I understand that you were trying to be like the reason for people like me acting the way that I do

This is very scarey to people like me

not for the power which you feel so deemed threatened

but by the very nature and act that you try to conceal

with blameyou surface