Rosemea MacPherson's poetry

Near, Here!

2004-07-28T13:54:00.000-07:00

by Rosemea MacPherson

Stay calm my soul
and fear not my dear,
your loving God is always near.

No one can harm your body,
that is very clear
Your loving God is always near.

Fear not my spirit,
be calm the night is near,
'cause your loving God, is here!

I love walk in the woods.

2004-07-26T18:22:00.000-07:00

By Rosemea MacPherson.

I love my solitude,
and go for a walk in the woods
where I lift prayers toward heavens,
all the people I think I should.

The best way to give
an awesome way to forgive
is, only with God, live.
Give thanks, and receive.

The walk is full of clean air,
I renew my strength to proceed living
in harmony, with those, I do much love
and those, I so much care.

I love walk in the woods,
when its hot, cold, and cloudy,
there is cleansing when it rains,
That cleans up my brains.

I love to go to the woods.
Just me and my dog,
He trusts me, I am, His master
I trust you, my master- I trust you God!

Plagiarism

2004-07-20T14:04:00.000-07:00

By Rosemea MacPherson

Artists create, they don’t regurgitate
they don’t copy someone else’s work
True creativity, true art, thru ones observation
of reality, their eyes, their senses,
and comes out after much elaboration.

Sometimes art takes years to crystalize,
inside one’s heart to come to fruition,
even to the conscious mind of the artist
who wants to put them on paper, canvas,
the artists then, wants - Recognition.

There are writers, musician, photographers
who want talk years to better their craft.
And others, with no talent, will copy
and sign if they it was their own
just to pretend they are artists too
because on their own they have no ideas to show.

They are thieves, who just get ideas to publish on the Internet
they are thieves indeed, because they get no benefit
and no one gets enriched, they don’t make a profit,
except the liars who are lunatics, if you look at them carefully
their work shows that all they do is cheat.

It takes maturity, age, discernment
that obviously comes from a mature mind
the lenses of a camera viewed thru someone ‘s eye
a cheater in a hurry to get recognized,
forgets to give credit for what is plagiarized.

I open my eyes and watch for those types
I am tired of people getting an idea from me.
I will take them to court, and they will have to compromise
and give to me what, had always been mine.

Never meet!

2004-07-14T06:42:00.000-07:00

By Rosemea MacPherson

My little friends from the middle of nowhere
where I will never be
where I will never dare
where from? I don’t even care!!!

Why talk to people
that I will never meet
I don’ t have anything in common
seems a waste of time..seems so unfit..

Sometimes they annoy me
That is the weirdest part!
But somehow, and somewhere
some have touched my heart.

Sometimes I feel rejected,
cause some don't talk to me...
some dare to be, critics
of a person they don’t even know
and more likely will never meet!

Talking to strangers, my parents said: NO
we spend hours and days
and that is all we want to do.
Not only disobeying, but wasting time too..

Cyber world is a very strange place to meet
wasting time throwing away compliments
on people that I will never see..
and those people. I will never meet!

Wait

2004-07-14T05:00:00.000-07:00

by Rosemea MacPherson

God tests us with long delays
out prayers can’t pass the cloudy sky
no prayer seems to go through
eventually you will hear from Him, Just wait.

All has to be according to his purpose
He has desired of his own
A delay is not denial just delays
God is just testing your faith.

He wants to energize our prayers
Our boat tossed by waves
He seems to sleep while our fears crave
But he is never..never..
too late.. Just wait!

You are so brave!

2004-07-03T18:13:00.000-07:00

By Rosemea MacPherson

written to my
friend Dianna.

I like people that are brave
People who are courageous
who when they have problems they don’t cave
when they are challenged.

The more trouble the more strength
the more sadness,
the more they smile,
they let sadness go for awhile.

I like people that might face hunger
with contentment and gratitude
because they hope things will change
and what is being challenged is the attitude!

In sickness they give strength to others
Make fun of themselves at that very hour
When they loose blood
They say: Just call me powder!

I love people that will fight sickness,
is they loose their hair they find a scarf,
or wear a hat, and say:
“ I am going around with a new silhouette!”

They show reliance,
they show brilliance
they make you smile, they shine..
and you follow along in line!
you need to be in line.

Silence

2004-06-28T13:25:00.000-07:00

by Rosemea MacPherson

I like the sound of silence..
no music... no talk, just silence
The stillness lets me travel away
to see the sea..
to fell the breeze, to dream again
about places that I’ve seen..
or about places that I never been.

I like the silence, but not nature’s silence
I like to hear the wind blow,
the birds sing, my dog drinking
the beauty that the silence can bring
is like a drink to my thirsty soul
and it is like the music of a bell ringing!

I’ve learned to like silence from people
People that I loved long ago..
Or people that I have just loved
I wanted a small noise
from them... but now it is
such a relief to achieve the oneness
of being in peace and accept just small silences as this
Without wondering when they will show next..
what conflict will arise then,
I just blow those off with my fan.

I do not like ambiguity,
Bifurcated feelings,
car noise, non-harmonic feelings
electric guitar, loud people,
sirens, snow blowers,
concrete breakers.
people that trample on me
without the dignity
of saying I am sorry!
Arguments..I would rather
never have to talk again
than to fight again..
That is I retreat inside myself,
I dream about the silent moments of my day..
that in many instances seems so far away.

I have my agenda too!

2004-06-28T13:22:00.000-07:00

by Rosemea MacPherson

Some people are so intrusive
they have to do things their way,
they don’t care for the feelings of other
just want us to care about them.

They are manipulative
and show up when they please
They don’t like to wait for others..
and that is how it is..

They can make wait forever,
when one minute
can feel like years
and that your tears..
do not mean anything to them.

I have things that I would like to do
not just wait for you..
Or just be asked to do things for you
At this time I would like to say
I have an agenda too!

My Cross!

2004-06-28T13:21:00.000-07:00

Rosemea MacPherson

I want to take my cross
that my life planned to be,
what I don’t want to do is to carry the burden
that would weight a ton on me.

I carry my cross daily
but the weight I give to God
I cleanse myself everyday
of the problems that would increase its weight.

We all have crosses
none one has a lighter one,
it all depends on how much
of the past
we let go..

Holding on to problems of the past
will only increase the weight
picking up the cross daily,
The cross will be lighter weight,
so it will not cause pain,
more experience, just gained.

Go somewhere

2004-06-28T13:18:00.000-07:00

Rosemea MacPherson

Why not treat all your friends the same way?
Why distinguish amongst them
one you answer fast..
the other you will take all day.

If you were true friends
we could joke and play,
but be so serious with some
and not another..
I say to that no way!

I want friends that will respond to me
right away..
I keep going there, and you don’t come my way
what can justify
the absence to some
and presence to others,
so constant...

To me the answer is clear
the one you answer the first
are the ones who are dear..

Why run after people
that you are not dear to them
It is a foolish thing
like a fool talking to himself again.
Who just needs more people around
more trouble and no love, without care...
I will just leave you alone
and just go somewhere...

I chose to be positive

2004-06-20T14:57:00.000-07:00

By Rosemea MacPherson

Fell in love with you sadness
like to be in the pit
write about you madness
It just makes me sick.

If I read what you write
I feel a lot of sadness,
and feel that I have to help,
You don’t want any help,
You chose to be sad
You’ve chosen to be glad..

When I read what you write
I feel compel to answer and try to help
I am loved. I am happy, you don’t have the right
to mess up my physic with your cold heart
I person who only thinks about himself
I have to let you go, to be myself.

I can be kind. I can be overnice
I can cause diabetes cause of my sweetness
but to me cut strings with people is very easy.

I have chosen the positive
I have chosen to be brave
I have chosen to laugh..
You have an edge that mess up my pledge.

So tired.

2004-06-18T14:51:00.000-07:00

by
Rosemea MacPherson

I am so tired
that for absolutely no reason
I could just cry!

After all that moving around all day,
I have to rest, I am so tired,
I could just die!

I am so tired.
I wish I did not know why
but after all that cleaning
the day went by.

I am so tired
I don’t know what to do
take a nap, or just cry..
Or watch tv,
But I don’t even know why...
I will fall asleep as the movies
went by...

I exercised so much to stay fit
I want to be thin, so I can hardly eat,
after all that I am so tired, and so wired,
That I cannot sleep.

I am so tired that my bones are stiff
I am so tired that could laugh my head silly,
Tomorrow is Saturday, and I can
stay in bed and sleep!
That is why I am so tired:
It has been a really long week!

I don’t fit!

2004-06-11T14:26:00.000-07:00

by
Rosemea MacPherson

No father, nor a mother to pick me up,
with joy at the airport, with tender love and care,
filling up their refrigerator with jam.
Whatever they thought I would be happy to eat,
if I were to go, I would miss them more.
And feel how much I don’t fit!

Since they have been gone, they left a hole,
that no one can fill, no letter, no phone calls,
no packages filled with me with simple joys,
Yarn for me to knit, some times with something to eat!
I don’t fit!

Family matter how I tried,
I can call, I can complaint, I can write,
I can send you money, I can bribe,
I made you a quilt and I cried
but only lose again, I guess I should
Since, you were never mine.

Now I am keep doing weird things
that can be greater danger.
Writing personal things to complete strangers,
trying to fill the hole that is inside
because you both have left..
Let it lie, let it go, that was a trick, just deceit,
that just shows me more, how much I will never fit.

Nothing will bring back the home
I once knew, where we were all friends,
the years have passed, the hurt becames deeper,
and love a sleeper...
I would rather not see the homeless children in the street,
I would rather not hear the noise of the city
just wondering, why on earth don’t I fit?

Actions.

2004-06-10T03:39:00.000-07:00

By Rosemea MacPherson

Be content with,
how you were created
Trust the Creator, not the creation
you will find much relaxation.
Dwell not on the negative
just be positive
for today..
Just another day
and happiness will stay.

Find contentment
Sadness will never
stay in a thankful heart
I want to be the best me
that I can be.

Is it is so confining
to be you
find something to do
Sadness will go away
keep busy that will do
Wisdom is proved be her actions
not just by reflections.

June 10, 2004.

Just be!

2004-06-09T15:58:00.000-07:00

by Rosemea MacPherson

Another day
another poem,
another picture
another heart will turn into stone
because of common events
not satisfied with life of its own.

You will never be happy
until you stop,
comparing your life with others...
live your life
make your history
Never suppose
Just be!

My Piano

2004-06-08T14:48:00.000-07:00

by Rosemea MacPherson
June 8, 2004

My piano has been with me
since I was a child,
I could not play a chord
because my hands were too small
I could not play an octave
but could feel the joy..
My legs were to small to reach the pedals,
but the sound took me to the meadows,
that my eyes had never seen.

Then I grew a bit older
I could read G and C
I could play a rock and roll
I could sing with so much soul
I could feel the vibration of the pedals,
I was distinguishing the words in the lyrics
it took me to a distant land,
a place far away, where now I stand!

My piano has been with me,
at twilight, when things were not bright
my heart was broken, and I could feel the pain,
that now with time, it is in my soul,
but it only comes back as a sweet memory, that
I was in love for the first time..and a fool
so confused, so hurt and lost,
there was discord in the cords, they were dissonant,
like those cords of jazz that I played at twilight
No one could agree, then things resolved,
like a complete chord, and things became smooth..
In the twilight of my adult years.

I love that music that I played,
when I found myself in love again.
There were so many flats and sharps,
my heart was accompanied of the sound of the harp
like heaven I had found...what appeared to be a perfect C.

Time went by and I that modulation
that lead again one to a new station, another key, give me a new heart,
I wanted new memories, I took my music and took off, because
I looked and I could not see, the one that was suited for me.

Then..I could read any piece that was put before me,
no matter, if it was a D or a C
whether they were flats or sharps,
there I found melody, there was harmony,
there was no heart ache, just simple music,
sweet to the ears, and easy on the me.

Music will always be with me
no matter what chord and on what key,
the passion of the different sonata,
the deep sadness of the minor chords,
when I choke with tears, playing the Passionata,
or the love madness of the bossa-nova
I love my piano, and my piano is a part of me.

Angry people

2004-06-06T14:01:00.000-07:00

by
Rosemea MacPherson

People hurt, people cry, people are so angry
I really don’t understand
carry all that baggage
all their lives thru
their faces are full of crinkles,
as if a knife had carved their heart of stones
blame someone else for their mistakes
when the solution for the problem can be right on their face.

If you try to help them,
they give you silence
they never had anything to say,
except their small critiques,
that will hurt you deep!
They mope around when
there is so much to live,
they become loners,
because they want to grieve
they can’t stand forever
what’s in a heart beat I would scream
they come out to bite you,
because you are happy and you live.

There is so much joy in a forgiving heart,
if you can’t forgive
you are the only one who gets hurt
smiling is good for you muscles
and your soul so drop that baggage
that you carrying at the Lord’s feet,
because the burden heavy.
Make Him the center stage of your life,
fall in love with love, with joy,
and learn to persevere
Say word of kindness and don’
t be such a creep
because that anger is not allowing you to sleep!

Find something to do that will give you joy
do something that will not be such a toy,
because you are deceived and will lie to others too
because you believe in lies and that is all that you do.
You envy others but you have forgotten
that you make your choices,
and now you’’re the one who is rotten.
Wish to others the best in their lives,
be a servant to the needy, and you will find joy!

Stop making troubles with your divisive spirit
stop thinking that money will buy you all
because you have lost more than money
you have lost yourself in all
You need a new heart, a new life, a new vision,
stop being so narrow minded
you have fallen so behind in the lessons of life
start being more teachable and perhaps
you will fulfill in your mission without strife.

June 04,2004.

Making time!

2004-06-03T12:06:00.000-07:00

By Rosemea MacPherson

Yesterday I was busy
I passed my bed time
answering my e-mail
that was hanging on my tail!

I spend time talking to strangers
some people I might never see,
but some of those people
became important to me!

I’ m trying to please people
that perhaps, I will never meet,
but they are much more fun,
Than those who are blood thick!

I will make time for anyone
who listens, and encourage me
because destructive people
are more popular than fleas.

I might go to bed late
but maybe not today . . .
I have to recoup
from all that giving away.

Tomorrow I will have the energy
to live another day,
without carrying with me
The burdens of Yesterday!

Shower

2004-06-02T12:02:00.000-07:00

By
Rosemea MacPherson

I love to take a long shower,
wash my hair, and feel the steam in the air,
the humid heat
gives me special treat
and then I stay there for an hour.

I forget the rest,
don’t care for my quests
I fill the tub with a lot of bubbles
and play with then in the air as they blast

My fingers get wrinkled
more hot water, I think
and stay a bit longer
lovely time to sink.

Feel so refreshed, that I hold my breath
time just fly,
with oils and creams
I am always willing to try.

I love to put my fingers through my hair, and
feel the softness, while it is wet,
the cleansing power of the water
the potions, and powders remains with me for hours.

My doggie comes by and sniffs
ahead of me he goes, that is his trick
with his sixth sense, I am happy he thinks,
soon it will be time to eat...

what are you looking for..

2004-06-01T14:26:00.000-07:00

what are you looking for..
Rosemea MacPherson
July 1, 2004.

Less is more
but not on a Christmas tree..
Less is more
when you have to pay a fee.

Less is more
except if you have a bill to pay,
Otherwise, you will have to delay.

Less is more
is you want to be thin,
more is more
if love is what you’re looking for.

Less is less
and more is more,
depends on what you are
looking for..

and from now on
make up your very own:
Less is more...

Life to be shared.

2004-06-01T13:21:00.000-07:00

Life to be shared.
By Rosemea MacPherson
May 28, 2004

I have to go inside myself no matter where I try to go,
different avenues, different project, different subjects
even places far away, that take would take a long time
but back I am inside myself, writing and trying to rhyme.

There has been so much written that I thought
What on earth am I to say? another book,
another paper, too many authors, way too, too many always...
then I just discovered that I could go inside myself
and take another look, and perhaps inside something new in this nook

Well.. Without being challenged one can sit there and stay
and wait for something big to write about that might never come on our way.
Then I look inside myself and thought big moments are never there,
I could go inside myself, poetry, I thought, something that I would care.

After thinking for awhile I took a look around,
look at other peoples lives, I thought, they are not mine,
but the thing I found inside, is that, this life of mine...
No book has ever been written on what I have lived for awhile.

I thought I had to be sad, and I was not to be spared
for a good poem to arrive, but I am not sad, I am not depressed,
and inside myself, I find a thankful heart
So to those who are suffering, I might have a word or two,
look at the bounty of you life and you will be happy too.

Inside myself, I found, a heart that has been transformed,
That is no longer depressed, and has not been for awhile..
no longer waits for the sensational, the emotional, the big things of life..
But lives each moment with a joy beyond compare
a real thankful heart, that most people don’t know it is THERE.

So there is much to be said about this life of mine,
a life no one has lived, except me for long awhile...
Perhaps with nothing really knew, but an wrinkle here and there,
there is my life, the one I’ve lived, and my life is to be share.

poetic ping-pong

2004-06-01T13:20:00.000-07:00

poetic ping-pong
by
Rosemea MacPherson

Let’s play poetic ping-pong,
set aside what went wrong
that will center on something,
besides the sad, the bad
Let’s just sing a new song!

There is joy on the hill,
there is fun on the new
there is freshness in the air,
only if you don’t despair.

There is so much air
nothing is exacerbating
a new excitement on the corner
that is almost asphyxiating

the contentment in the small things
a cup of coffee with a friend
or finding mouse inside my pantry
and chasing it all over the house.

Love the little flowers
love the small hours
like the quite moments
Like my small tasks
I don’t care for the rest!

Fear not, my friend.

2004-06-01T13:15:00.000-07:00

May 26, 2004.

Fear not, my friend.

give me some wild flowers,
give me some wild rain
give me a few more hours,
cause the storm is coming
I just don’t know when..

I am so full of fears
that might shade the years;
the years I dare to dream
of places unknown beyond my control,
of things that I cannot show.

I must step in the dark
and take a lip of faith
to see the world unknown
so far in the sky, I am afraid to fly,
to dare see what is out of control.

Like the wild flowers you must grow
endure and rain and the snow
trust that someone will come to care
of you fears and cuddle when you need love and care
God will show you, when moment of need is there.

So fear not my friend
there is a Father above who said:
look at the lilies, and wild flowers
they really don’t care, about to things to eat things to wear.
Because they know better than we know- how to be in His care!

It is all underneath

2004-06-01T13:02:00.000-07:00

It is all underneath
by
Rosemea MacPherson

Lost my poetry
after a real long trip,
and where do I go,
I can’t go underneath!

Time has elapsed,
years have passed
I am in a different world
very different from the rest

the rest of my years
maybe I can saw together
where time has elapsed

The gap is so big
too much water has gone by
I am a different person
than I was where time has flied.