Don’t Stereotype Me
I am not your average writer
I steal snippets of words here and there
From a magazine ad
Or a sentence in a story
Or a line in a song
Then I make it mine
I take words whispered in my ear
And treasure them in the cupped hands
Of my heart
I make poetry out of nothing
Then when I read it
It is almost music
And I wonder where the toneless song
Came from
“I am not your average girl”
Yet another line
From another song
One that isn’t mine
But I am not your average diva
Or a pastel princess
Or a girly-girl
I have recently discovered I do like pink
But I call myself a tomboy
Power Rangers were my Barbies
And sports are the pep in my step
However, I do like pink
I love pink
But yellow is my favorite
Yellow makes people stop and take a second look
Yellow gets your attention
And makes you smile
Aren’t all smiley faces yellow?
If my skin were a different color
I would want it yellow
Not for the attention
But it would stand out
Among blacks and browns and blues and greens
It’s different
Not many people’s favorite color
But it is by far mine
I have discovered the color
That radiates within me
My color is no better than yours
It is just the best one for me
There is nothing wrong with blue
That sparkles in a pool on a sunny summer day
Or paints the sky to make the day
Worthy to be called
A beautiful day
There is nothing wrong with green
The color of spring
Spring that is a fresh start
Green is grass that makes the yard smell like summer
There is nothing wrong with red
It tells people to stop
And prevents trillions of wrecks
And though it earns many a people tickets
It is great just the same
It is the color of fire trucks
That come to the rescue
To save people and the buildings that house them
It is the color of lipstick
That makes lips look so kissable
And what shows when we blush from the good ones
There is nothing wrong with orange
The color or the fruit
Or the juice
But it isn’t really orange
It’s yellow
Another reason why yellow is my favorite
Even orange is a yellow wannabe
Orange is good for something, though
No sunset or sunrise would be complete without it
There is nothing wrong with purple
It always makes an appearance at baby showers
And who doesn’t love babies?
And like many of the world’s colors
It, too, has a reservation at sunset and sunrise
But there are so many things right with yellow
There is nothing more to say
Don’t Stereotype Me
I am not a hippie
Though I would rather be outside
Than anywhere else
Call me a tree-hugger
Monika made me a dedicated recycler
And I am proud each time I deposit
My bottles and paper and plastic
Sometimes I count them
And hope my 10 bottles and stack of paper each week
Make my carbon footprint a little smaller
Even though my real footprint
Is way larger than it should be
My poems may be scatterbrained
And lack any semblance of organization
But they are the real me
So deal with it
If an editor ever reads this
(Which I hope happens one day)
I will not let them make these senseless poems
Make sense to them
They only have to make sense to me
Though they don’t always do so
Some of these poems make me sound crazy
Which I am
But I am not too crazy to be around
I think
Unless my friends are phony
Phone-Y-Friend
I grew up in the days
Of Who Wants to be a Millionaire?
With Regis Philben
As you can see my ADD is kicking in
My self-diagnosed ADD that is
And while we are on the topic
Of Who Wants to be a Millionaire
I highly recommend that every person
Who reads this rambling poem
Sees Slumdog Millionare
It may be one of my favorite movies
Of all time
Along with Big Fish
“There comes a time in a man’s life
Where he must accept that all hope is lost
And only a fool will continue
The truth is I have always been a fool”
Foolish am I
I am a foolish dreamer
I want to break a 5-minute mile
Which will probably never happen
Now that my college running days are over
But I hope someday I can chase that again
I want to jump out of an airplane
And not have a seizure on the way down
And live to tell the story
Of how my extreme excitement
Became extreme fear
As soon as they opened the doors of the plane
I want to hike the whole Appalachian Trail
One short adventure at a time
And run a successful business
And a marathon and a triathlon
And raise a family with a faithful husband
Who I never regret marrying
And see my country and the world
And change many lives for the better
And become a better person everyday
And make someone smile every chance I get
And live a life worthy of the gospel of Christ
And show someone Jesus without saying a word
And make my life one worth remembering
And die completely content
With the footsteps and words and family
I will leave behind
Do Not Stereotype Me
I am not your average loudmouth
Or rambling raven
Or mouth of the south
Though I feel I have a lot to say
And I say it
Most of the time
There are pieces of me
Deep in my heart
That only I and my maker can see
I leave a lot unsaid
I bite my tongue
More than people may think
I know I sometimes talk when I should listen
And I know I sometimes watch my words
When they need to be spoken
But I feel like when I talk
My words are heard or read for a reason
Every word has a purpose
And I try not to waste mine
Though I am sure I often do
Often my face does the talking for me
When I bite my tongue
My words tend to spill from my eyes in tears
Or radiate from my eyes
In love or anger or frustration or longing
Lately just longing
The tears tend to fall when no one is around
Or everyone is sleeping
When I am laying in my bed all alone
Wanting to have a certain someone beside me
Yet again I have said too much
But I try not to hesitate when my fingers are typing
And I only use backspace when I find a word that fits better
Or a typo that needs correcting
That is all for now
As far as communication goes
Do Not Stereotype Me
I am not your typical teenager
Nor will I be your average young adult
Or the everyday person
Who goes through the motions
I plan on doing something with my life
And I am in the process at the moment
When I walk I will walk with a destination
Even if I don’t know where I am going
I will walk with a purpose
Knowing eventually my destination will find me
When I talk I will choose my words carefully
Or at least hope that what I say is important
When I love
I will love with all of the love
I have collected in this short life of mine
Though I am young
I feel I am underestimated
Not that I can do it all alone
I need guidance and advice
But only God really knows
The advice I need
And sometimes the people I love
Think they know when they don’t
But I love that they love me enough to try
When I hear
I will try to listen
And treasure the person who’s speaking
And learn what they have to say
And laugh and smile and cry
When such expressions are necessary
And can be genuinely felt
Whatever I feel on my hands my lips or my tongue
I will not take for granted
Warm water on cold hands
The soft ears of dogs and puppies
A cold glass of water
A coke (preferably from a glass bottle)
A strawberry-orange smoothie from Smoothie king
Where you have to order off of the menu
A good plate of parmesan pasta
A golden waffle with whipped crème
A Gatorade at the end of a run
A scoop of cookies and cream from Clumpie’s
“Shared” with good company
A perfect kiss
I want to taste life
And kiss back with life-tasting lips
For that is what love is
Love is life
And a kiss is not just on the lips
In conversations kiss your companion with honest words
And when your life comes to an end
Blow the whole world a kiss
A breath of the life you have lived
With a big smack of the lips as you say your goodbyes
And tell them to pass it on!
I am not your average writer
I steal snippets of words here and there
From a magazine ad
Or a sentence in a story
Or a line in a song
Then I make it mine
I take words whispered in my ear
And treasure them in the cupped hands
Of my heart
I make poetry out of nothing
Then when I read it
It is almost music
And I wonder where the toneless song
Came from
“I am not your average girl”
Yet another line
From another song
One that isn’t mine
But I am not your average diva
Or a pastel princess
Or a girly-girl
I have recently discovered I do like pink
But I call myself a tomboy
Power Rangers were my Barbies
And sports are the pep in my step
However, I do like pink
I love pink
But yellow is my favorite
Yellow makes people stop and take a second look
Yellow gets your attention
And makes you smile
Aren’t all smiley faces yellow?
If my skin were a different color
I would want it yellow
Not for the attention
But it would stand out
Among blacks and browns and blues and greens
It’s different
Not many people’s favorite color
But it is by far mine
I have discovered the color
That radiates within me
My color is no better than yours
It is just the best one for me
There is nothing wrong with blue
That sparkles in a pool on a sunny summer day
Or paints the sky to make the day
Worthy to be called
A beautiful day
There is nothing wrong with green
The color of spring
Spring that is a fresh start
Green is grass that makes the yard smell like summer
There is nothing wrong with red
It tells people to stop
And prevents trillions of wrecks
And though it earns many a people tickets
It is great just the same
It is the color of fire trucks
That come to the rescue
To save people and the buildings that house them
It is the color of lipstick
That makes lips look so kissable
And what shows when we blush from the good ones
There is nothing wrong with orange
The color or the fruit
Or the juice
But it isn’t really orange
It’s yellow
Another reason why yellow is my favorite
Even orange is a yellow wannabe
Orange is good for something, though
No sunset or sunrise would be complete without it
There is nothing wrong with purple
It always makes an appearance at baby showers
And who doesn’t love babies?
And like many of the world’s colors
It, too, has a reservation at sunset and sunrise
But there are so many things right with yellow
There is nothing more to say
Don’t Stereotype Me
I am not a hippie
Though I would rather be outside
Than anywhere else
Call me a tree-hugger
Monika made me a dedicated recycler
And I am proud each time I deposit
My bottles and paper and plastic
Sometimes I count them
And hope my 10 bottles and stack of paper each week
Make my carbon footprint a little smaller
Even though my real footprint
Is way larger than it should be
My poems may be scatterbrained
And lack any semblance of organization
But they are the real me
So deal with it
If an editor ever reads this
(Which I hope happens one day)
I will not let them make these senseless poems
Make sense to them
They only have to make sense to me
Though they don’t always do so
Some of these poems make me sound crazy
Which I am
But I am not too crazy to be around
I think
Unless my friends are phony
Phone-Y-Friend
I grew up in the days
Of Who Wants to be a Millionaire?
With Regis Philben
As you can see my ADD is kicking in
My self-diagnosed ADD that is
And while we are on the topic
Of Who Wants to be a Millionaire
I highly recommend that every person
Who reads this rambling poem
Sees Slumdog Millionare
It may be one of my favorite movies
Of all time
Along with Big Fish
“There comes a time in a man’s life
Where he must accept that all hope is lost
And only a fool will continue
The truth is I have always been a fool”
Foolish am I
I am a foolish dreamer
I want to break a 5-minute mile
Which will probably never happen
Now that my college running days are over
But I hope someday I can chase that again
I want to jump out of an airplane
And not have a seizure on the way down
And live to tell the story
Of how my extreme excitement
Became extreme fear
As soon as they opened the doors of the plane
I want to hike the whole Appalachian Trail
One short adventure at a time
And run a successful business
And a marathon and a triathlon
And raise a family with a faithful husband
Who I never regret marrying
And see my country and the world
And change many lives for the better
And become a better person everyday
And make someone smile every chance I get
And live a life worthy of the gospel of Christ
And show someone Jesus without saying a word
And make my life one worth remembering
And die completely content
With the footsteps and words and family
I will leave behind
Do Not Stereotype Me
I am not your average loudmouth
Or rambling raven
Or mouth of the south
Though I feel I have a lot to say
And I say it
Most of the time
There are pieces of me
Deep in my heart
That only I and my maker can see
I leave a lot unsaid
I bite my tongue
More than people may think
I know I sometimes talk when I should listen
And I know I sometimes watch my words
When they need to be spoken
But I feel like when I talk
My words are heard or read for a reason
Every word has a purpose
And I try not to waste mine
Though I am sure I often do
Often my face does the talking for me
When I bite my tongue
My words tend to spill from my eyes in tears
Or radiate from my eyes
In love or anger or frustration or longing
Lately just longing
The tears tend to fall when no one is around
Or everyone is sleeping
When I am laying in my bed all alone
Wanting to have a certain someone beside me
Yet again I have said too much
But I try not to hesitate when my fingers are typing
And I only use backspace when I find a word that fits better
Or a typo that needs correcting
That is all for now
As far as communication goes
Do Not Stereotype Me
I am not your typical teenager
Nor will I be your average young adult
Or the everyday person
Who goes through the motions
I plan on doing something with my life
And I am in the process at the moment
When I walk I will walk with a destination
Even if I don’t know where I am going
I will walk with a purpose
Knowing eventually my destination will find me
When I talk I will choose my words carefully
Or at least hope that what I say is important
When I love
I will love with all of the love
I have collected in this short life of mine
Though I am young
I feel I am underestimated
Not that I can do it all alone
I need guidance and advice
But only God really knows
The advice I need
And sometimes the people I love
Think they know when they don’t
But I love that they love me enough to try
When I hear
I will try to listen
And treasure the person who’s speaking
And learn what they have to say
And laugh and smile and cry
When such expressions are necessary
And can be genuinely felt
Whatever I feel on my hands my lips or my tongue
I will not take for granted
Warm water on cold hands
The soft ears of dogs and puppies
A cold glass of water
A coke (preferably from a glass bottle)
A strawberry-orange smoothie from Smoothie king
Where you have to order off of the menu
A good plate of parmesan pasta
A golden waffle with whipped crème
A Gatorade at the end of a run
A scoop of cookies and cream from Clumpie’s
“Shared” with good company
A perfect kiss
I want to taste life
And kiss back with life-tasting lips
For that is what love is
Love is life
And a kiss is not just on the lips
In conversations kiss your companion with honest words
And when your life comes to an end
Blow the whole world a kiss
A breath of the life you have lived
With a big smack of the lips as you say your goodbyes
And tell them to pass it on!
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