From Busyness to Rest
by Kelly F. Barr
I arose early,
Before the sun,
To run taxi for my kids.
Later, one dog, one boy and I
Walked in fresh air and sunshine.
It’s been a good day.
Enjoyed a Tropical Smoothie dinner
And now I relax and write.
Soon my eyelids droop,
My thoughts get fuzzy.
It’s been a long day.
Looking forward to my warm bed.
Chocolate
by Kelly F. Barr
Silky smooth
Melts in your mouth
Dark or milk
What’s your preference?
Chocolate fudge,
Chocolate chips,
Chocolate truffles,
Chocolate pie, cake, cookies.
I dream of chocolate.
I crave chocolate.
Chocolate relieves my stress.
Chocolate helps me write.
Time
by Kelly F. Bar
Time:
I never seem to have enough
To accomplish all my stuff;
Teaching, parenting, housekeeping, writing;
To create a schedule – I keep trying.
Sometimes feeling overwhelmed, I want to weep.
I’d get more done if I didn’t need sleep.
A precious commodity is Time –
To waste it is a heinous crime.
This is a very unconventional poem. I used no rhyme scheme or any pattern, but I like the message I have created here. I hope you will like it too.
A New Outlook
by Kelly F. Barr
January brings a new year;
A chance to reflect,
A chance to look ahead,
A chance to begin anew.
Dream dreams and set goals.
Build relationships.
January brings a new beginning-
A fresh start.
Turn a new page; wipe the slate clean.
The possibilities are endless;
Opportunities abound,
All you have to do is look around.
Shake the dust of the past year from your feet.
Determine that this year, you can’t be beat.
Take a new journey,
Open your heart,
Try something you’ve never tried before
Because this could be your best year yet.
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It’s Christmas Time
by Kelly F. Barr
Decorations on the tree;
Glittering lights;
Candles aglow.
Eyes sparkling in anticipation;
Boxes wrapped;
Ribbons and bows.
Cookies baked;
Children in bed;
Stockings hung all in a row.
Candy Canes and hot chocolate;
He patiently waits
To catch her underneath the mistletoe.
A Christmas Poem
by Kelly F. Barr
Difficulty finding a place to park;
Endless checkout lines.
Not sure my purchases will hit the mark.
Surrounded by tired children who begin to whine.
Wait! Slow down! I have to stop!
This picture’s all wrong.
On a bench outside, I flop
As I hear a beautiful song.
Then a child takes my hand
And leads me down the block
Until, before a church I stand
Where I see shepherds with their flocks.
There are animals in a stable,
Three wise men on bended knee.
This is it! No, it’s not a fable.
But the truth that sets men free.
Mary, Joseph and the babe – most precious gift.
I bow before this sight, by many unseen,
And here my spirit lifts.
This babe, Jesus; He’s what Christmas really means.
Autumn’s Song
by Kelly F. Barr
My feet crunch through the fallen leaves
As my eyes marvel at the colors of those clinging yet.
My hair blows softly in the gentle breeze
And the sky turns red and orange as the sun begins to set.
I love the air so fresh and crisp;
The taste of fresh pumpkin and apple treats.
From out of a neighbor’s chimney escapes a wisp.
Autumn gives my heart pleasure beats.
Power of Prayer and Faith
by Kelly F. Barr
God wants to hear us pray.
He listens to every word we say.
I think some prayers require time to deliberate;
That’s why He answers “Yes” or “No” or “Wait”.
He desires to hear our prayers, both big and small;
In time He answers them all.
So bow your head or bend your knee
Or simply pray thoughtfully.
Have faith and believe;
And an answer you’ll receive.
In your faith, stand firm and tall
And He will catch you if you fall.
Never forget when you feel alone,
The Lord, our God, is still on the throne.
My Help in Times of Trouble
by Kelly F. Barr
Fatigue creeps into my bones.
Weariness fills my heart.
The pain couldn’t be worse if he threw stones,
pelting every one of my body parts.
Hurt battles weariness for space
As confusion crowds my brain.
I’ve offered love from within my deepest place
As his lack of caring seems to grow unrestrained.
I’ve given, poured out, and given more
Only to face a slamming door.
I am stretched thin, completely worn down.
My weak smile met by his stubborn frown.
My longing for some complete solitude grows.
My husband doesn’t understand this, though.
My true introvert’s batteries need recharging
But I live in a world where others keep barging.
Oh how I long to be an unknown face in a crowd
Or someone wrapped within my personal blanket shroud;
Where their clawing hands and begging voices cannot beseech;
And where His strength recharges my innermost reaches.
He holds me close and dries my tears.
He speaks, “Have you forgotten I’m still here?”
He lifts me to my feet, kisses my forehead and smiles.
“Take my hand. I’ll walk with you across these difficult miles.”
Kelly F Barr 