Poems by Kiwi

Jessica (aka Kiwi) is a good friend of mine from Kentucky. This page is a tribute to her and her poems. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have. Please let her know what you think of them by writing to her. Send her your thoughts with the email button at the bottom of the page.

This first poem is one that Kiwi wrote for me...it spells Solana down the left side. The following poem was written for my son Michael.

Sunshine, in human form Optimistic and bright Laughter surrounds you like a ray of light A mother, a wife, a friend No one can compare An answered prayer -- Solana

Many kids are so much less In my mind you're the best Computer friend -- yet very real Hard to say all I feel An angel name -- very true Ewert name graces you Love and kisses -- Michael

She wrote the following poems either for school or simply for herself. I thought they were great and wanted to share them with you.

Untitled Like concentric circles We grow Ever outward Ever expanding Like concentric circles Our center Remains unchanged --jessica

Paradox She wants spontaneity with security Love without cost Time without limits Gain but no loss. She desires freedom Bound in a cage A world full of tenderness And expressions of rage. She yearns for action And the peace of night Takes comfort in darkness But revels in light. As innocent as a dove But sly as a fox Will she find what she wants This living paradox? --jessica

Untitled The sun shines bright A bird flies by Clouds drift along A young woman sighs. The beauty that is The beauty that was Is a pale imitation Of undying love. She looks at her face Wrinkled and dry And remembers the day That the bird flew by. Her mirror drops with a shatter As she issues a scream The beauty that was Was only a dream. --jessica

Song The future calls in soft whispers Gently nudging us along Yet some are so fixated They forget the beauty of a song. Music is a human trait Housed soley within the heart It has been inside of us From creation's start. The animal does not sing Because it cannot see The beauty surrounding it And the beauty that could be. On life's pathway That leads to the Throne Travel as you are called But take with you a song --jessica

The Moon She's seen the rise and fall of great nations The life and death of great men. She's gazed upon a continuum of actions Martyrdom to vilest of sins. For centuries she's remained constant While the wise reflect in her light. Retrospection comes natural But comtemplation comes best at night. She's held many wise men in her embrace Watched the stars reflect in their eyes. When the earth brings forth burdens Humanity looks to the skies. What they seek in her face is uncertain She asks not for worship or prayer. But when life's toils seem pressing Solace is found in her stare --jessica

Creation vs. Evolution "What's the purpose of life?" said the man to the younger. "To satisfy needs---aggression, sex, and hunger." "No" said the young man; wise beyond his years. "The thought of Deity should be the beginning of our fears." The old man with his education said that he believed The young man was new to this--innocent and naive. The young man closed his text; to the professor's chagrin Stood before the teacher and sang to God a hymn. He sang of faith, he sang of hope, he sang of love and peace. Quietly resuming his place waited for the old man to speak. The old man produced a well worn text of Animal Evolution. He said to any question it offered a solution. He carefully explained diagrams, figures, and charts. "Back billions of years life is traced to the start. Laughed the professor "I have proof, solid and sound." On simple trusting faith Science must frown!" The young man, unfazed by the old man's degrees Unabashedly got down upon his knees. He prayed a prayer for guidance and protection Then turned to meet the old man's perplexed expression. Said the elder "How can you call yourself a young scientist And ignorantly engage in behavior such as this?" "Because I have hope in this life and the next." Answered the young man and placed a book upon the text. "You know what Book this is and I'm leaving it with you Wear out its pages before you label me a fool. --jessica

Closing Time by Semisonic