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Sherri Harder Oct 2014
We poets write what's on our mind
and in our heart.
To us it comes naturally, never questioning
it. To us its art.
To every curve we feel the pen stroking
on the paper wall,
like a dancer swaying in rhythm and to
dare not fall.
From one poet to another, we have a common
courtesy for most.
We either love it or we don't or can share it
playing host.
We appreciate each others differences and
poetic style.
Even when we disagree, we never argue,
as we smile.
From one poet to another, we can feel ones
pain and joy.
Though we never knock each other down
or do no harm employ.
From one poet to another, its a way of
sharing what's in our soul.
Whether it be good or bad, we respect each other
for simply sharing and letting go.
We can write about most anything like nature, love,
pain, art, or rock.
The worst thing from one poet to another, is a thing
called "writer's block."
So when we take the time to very publically; to
from our depths do share.
Its a way of sharing a piece of our minds like a
a window to our soul declare.
Even though we may hide away from
time to time.
It's because we're always thinking and
reflect on past experiences to rhyme.
Most of us are pretty social and can
be artistic in other ways.
Like music, dancing, singing or
acting and directing  plays.
We choreograph our feelings out
and lay them out as words of art.
Sharing to others to enjoy a piece
of our life that taketh part.
We don't always say things out loud
properly and publically.
We are sometimes better writing in what we
do best- in written poetry.
From one poet to another, we know some get it
or they don't.
Most poets will because they can disect it
or they won't.
From one poet to another, we know we
don't always have to rhyme our word.
I prefer to write in rhyme, but when I don't-
other poets don't think its absurd.
From one poet to another, we write our
feelings, thoughts and beliefs with ease.
From one poet to another, for some its
a masterpiece.

Sherri Harder
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
To those that dwell on sadness
and think of hurt and pain.
What really makes you sad?
Are you sure its not all in vain?
To the one whose partner left them,
is he or she worth the agony and strife,
If they could not appreciate you and
accept you in their life?
To the teens rebelling and behaving
like a brat.
Do you really know why your like this?
Your game is getting old, to you no one wants to chat.
To the ones drowning in their sorrows and beer
down at the local bar.
Please be careful after and don't you dare
get behind the wheel in your car.
To the young ones dabbling in and getting high off illegal drugs.
Better smarten up and kick the habit so you don't
wind up like street thugs.
To the ones crying suicide and "watch me cut my wrist."
Maybe think of what your doing.
Is it really worth the risk?
To the stranger in the club that thinks
talking ***** will get me with him in bed.
You are obviously delusional, I'd rather kiss
a frog instead.
To the woman that gets abused
better leave before its too late.
Some are not as lucky as I've been.
Some don't get to choose their fate.
To the lonely souls out their crying all the time
why they think their life should end.
Just remember you have options.
You can allow Jesus in your heart that leads
to a path that will mend.
So to everyone that's listening, to this I say...
there's more to life than heartache,
"just don't give up so easily", I pray.
We always have a choice and one
is always grim.
Don't you think that you deserve
one that isn't dim?
There aretwo roads to follow.
Which one will you choose?
One way leads to happiness and the other
you will lose.
To those that are depressed and homesick
and do miss.
My heart goes out to those that have a heart.
I hope you soon find true comfort, joy and bliss.
So to those that are suffering, you see
you don't have to raise your voice.
To those suffering, you have a choice.

Sherri Harder
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
Thanksgiving is a time we are thankful
for what we've got.
For the food on the table and what
harvest hath brought.
Thanksgiving to some is  a cold,
autumn day.
Yet to be thankful quietly they
say.
Thanksgiving is remembered usually
with gourds, leaves, and turkey dinners.
Praising God even as sinners.
The wine is poured and some drink up.
Just remember who fills your cup.
Thanksgiving is time to be happy
and a time to celebrate.
Memories of mother saying.." come for dinner-
don't be late."
The table set and people feast and dine.
As one says.." pour me another glass of wine."
"Cheers to all and another year of shelter, clothes,
and food to eat."  Yells one.  
Harvest time hath been good, but still isn't
quite done.
Thanksgiving is more than that to me.
I'm thankful for God's blessings everyday-
I see.
Its more than food and a pumpkin pie,
latte, or cake.
Its about the love that Jesus brings for
what is real and not fake.
He died and rose again for our sins,
and another year is almost through.
Thanksgiving is a way of reflecting the past
and be thankful for what's new.
I took a walk one thanksgiving afternoon and
saw a poor man begging for at least a dime.
His clothes were worn out, and I gave him
a dollar and a rhyme.
He smiled at me and said..."Bless your soul,
I wish more cared like you." he cries.
As I walk away I notice a teardrop in his
eyes.
Thanksgiving is a time when we should be more
than thankful than one day, but to have a loving heart.
Be thankful for what each day brings and not just one day
in the year that taketh part.

Sherri Harder
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
We all have one life to live.
Its easier when we forgive.
We are like ships being tossed.
We start out being lost.
We need to win, not lose.
For what you stand for-choose.
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
Do not grow weary when someone puts you down.
Do not fear and please don't frown.
You are worth more than diamonds or gold.
Learn to grow and love will hold.
Learn to smile through the rain,
for time will heal all your pain.
Scars and bruises washed away from a bully's snare.
Ignore drama from the evil glare.
When life seems cold, don't harden your heart.
Look to God, for he won't part.
If you trust in Him and don't run a stray,
He will brighten up your day.
Don't be weary for too long,
keep on writing your own song.
Learn to sing and learn to dance,
doesn't matter who is better, just take a stance.
Let me help you through the tears.
Take a stand against your fears.
Like a love song so tranquil through the land,
Jesus longs to hold your hand.
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
My life is an autobiography.
I hate monsters and biology.
I like dance and song.
rhythm keeps me strong.
My heart is like a non-stop battery
going up and down
and re-charging steadily.
Eyes are like a hawk piercing through time
coordination is an instrument tuned to rhyme.
Memory sharp and so eidetic.
Focusing on the beauty, calling me to be poetic.
Visiting the past.
Some things never last.
The day in the life of I.
Sometimes I had to do my best or try.
Still here
not there.
Vacation time is done
The battle I have won.
Learning to overcome
from the things that bring me down I run.
Overall my life was blessed.
I don't dwell on the negative yet in God I rest.

Sherri Harder
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
I recall the beauty of a warm, spring day
and the sound of birds singing in the month of May.
I dream of flowers and streams nearby
and the clear, blue, hypnotic, dazzling sky.
I can almost remember the scent of daffodils in the air,
with green meadows around, all seems fair.
Lost is the gravity of the hands of time,
as I dream of springtime in another rhyme.
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