Old Poems

I recently found an old folder titled "Old Writing".  I confess I've been scared to look at it for awhile now.  It's silly, sad, funny, and raw.  I have essays from when my Grandma passed, reflections on life, stories I had to get out of  my head...
Among my writing I found some old poems that make me laugh today.  I am not sure of their poetic value, but I thought someone might get a kick out of them. 

"Cocoa"
Craving cocoa
Hot and rich
Craving kisses
I should not miss
Craving the beans from the plant I love
The sweet cocoa bean of chocolate dreams
The soothing heavy softness of its cream
I need some cocoa
down into my skin
sinking deep, delivering a breeze
kind and healing
how could it be
that such a small little bean
could mean so much to me


"Bicycle"
I ride my bike all over town
I am free, rich, and alive
No stopping at red signs, no red sirens on my back
You see, I know many people that drive some wonderful cars
They drive Mercedes, Lexus, Infinity, Corvettes
But they are bored, irritated, frustrated, and fat
I ride my red bike all over town
And I am free, rich and alive
I hear the bluebirds, I count the dead cats
I smell licorice on Main Street and a sweet smell over the bridge
Honeysuckle in summer, mint and evergreen later on
My legs are fierce like Ms. Armstrong in the bluegrass
Life is at my own speed, and the hills make me strong
Simple and uncluttered, breathing and knowing
I am free, rich, and alive


"Brother"
Baseball cap, skinny frame, goofy grin
His head slanted to the right on the pitcher's mound
I sat and watched from a distance
Air force cap, Superman glasses, graduation day
His head slanted slightly under the Texas sun
I stood and clapped from a distance
Marriage photos, fancy shots of life now
His head still slants in every picture I see
And I stare at him from a distance


"A Lady"
A lady deserves respect
she likes the best
she's rare and she's right and you're pleased and rich when she looks at you with a smile

She walks in a special way
holds her head high, her steps are light and full of grace
Her hands are refined.  Her mind is full of pride.
A lady's speech is sweet and full of class.  See, a lady stands out.  She might stand alone.  She doesn't need to follow the flow.

More valuable than jewels. A real lady is pleased to do His will.  She looks to her God for satisfaction and hope.  See, a lady stands out.  She might stand alone.  She never needs to follow the flow.

A real lady is a gentle smile, a gracious style.  A lady notices and cares for her world, and through the love of Christ, she changes the people in her world.
A lady like this feels sorrow and pain, but Jesus, her Lord, watches her way.  Again and again, he lifts her up...
So notice her smile, ponder her class... her hope when days are grim, her joy alive in Him
Special, Real, Exuberant Lady,
Beyond your fascinating walk and glorious smile,
You're a simple lady abiding in Jesus Christ.