tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128941182009-03-02T12:38:22.724-05:00Poetry by Michelle MundlingI am the true and sole author of all the poems posted to this web site.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1156903731952234792006-08-29T20:05:00.000-04:002006-08-29T22:08:51.973-04:00I Believe In YouIf you put your dreams<br />Upon a dusty shelf<br />Because you lost faith<br />You didn't believe in yourself<br /><br />Maybe you were discouraged<br />By people who were cruel<br />Who said you couldn't make it<br />Don't be the naysayers' fool<br /><br />Dreams can come true<br />Though some will never get it<br />Because a neglected dream will die<br />But only if you let it<br /><br />Anything is possible<br />If you put your mind to it<br />It takes hard work and practice<br />You've just got to do it<br /><br />You have to want it enough<br />Earned with sweat, aches, and tears<br />It may take days, it may take months<br />It may take several years<br /><br />It's not going to be easy<br />At times it may be hard<br />But the bigger you put forth the effort<br />The bigger the reap the reward<br /><br />Don't worry about your challenges<br />Or what people see in you<br />You're not alone in your journey<br />Because I believe in you<br /><br />When you finally make your mark<br />And success is in the air<br />Please know this poem was written<br />To let you know I care<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />August 2006<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-115690373195223479?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116092469061081002005-03-09T18:24:00.000-05:002005-05-14T13:41:09.063-04:00Visible ChristianYou think you're on some holy mission<br />By telling everyone you're a good Christian<br />Trying to save souls? Not with that attitude!<br />You're pretending to be nice but instead you're rude<br /><br />It's all I can do to try to get along<br />With someone who thinks (s)he can never do wrong<br />I'm not perfect; I never claimed to be<br />So I don't appreciate your chastising me<br /><br />You're quick to tell me my actions are bad<br />Detailing my faults with a myriad<br />Of various quotes from the holy bible<br />*Nagging me about how I'm so liable<br /><br />Judge not lest ye be judged<br />Yet your opinion of yourself won't be budged<br />Focusing on someone else's splintered eye<br />While blinded by the plank in both your eyes<br /><br />You're not my dad, you're not my mother<br />You say one thing then do the other<br />Actions speak louder than words, your deeds<br />Only satisfy your insecure needs<br /><br />You're what they call a visible Christian<br />Hurting fellow lambs by your imposition<br />Soiling the glorious testimony of others<br />Making it harder for your sisters and brothers<br /><br />Are you that arrogant, or haven't you heard<br />We're all trying to live by His holy word<br />Living by example speaks loudest to all<br />But you're setting yourself up for a humiliating fall<br /><br />So tell me, what would Jesus do?<br />I don't think He'd be acting like you<br />Spare me from your saving "grace"<br />Until you clean up your act, get out of my face<br /><br />Michelle Mundling<br />March 2005<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*With thanks to Debra Thomas for bringing to my attention an inappropriate verse in the original publication. It has been modified to rectify the situation.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111609246906108100?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116089933621649092004-05-07T00:57:00.000-04:002005-05-14T12:58:53.623-04:00My Journey Has Just BegunGod knows of your grief<br />And your emotions of dismay<br />He sent me with an explanation<br />As to why I've gone away<br /><br />God said it was my time<br />And took me under his arm<br />He had a new job for me<br />To help protect others from harm<br /><br />A guardian angel for loved ones<br />Is what I wanted to be<br />All the good I hoped to do<br />Is now possible by me<br /><br />Inspiring the ones<br />With a need to create<br />Comforting the victims<br />Of another's hate<br /><br />Granting the confused<br />With a vision of clarity<br />Convincing the miser<br />To give to charity<br /><br />No more fruitless days<br />I'll have so much to do<br />The best part of it is<br />My love will always be with you<br /><br />I'll walk this path of fulfillment<br />With my Father and His Son<br />My time on earth is over<br />But my journey has just begun<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />May 2004<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111608993362164909?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116090779993708122003-06-26T01:10:00.000-04:002005-05-14T13:12:59.993-04:00TornI have this friend who is facing divorce<br />Her husband has abandoned her and forced<br />Her and her daughter to suddenly move out<br />And leaving her without any support or clout<br /><br />Two other friends are painfully mourning the death<br />Of three loved ones, witnessing their last breath<br />One is bad enough, but three in one week is tough<br />The grief is overwhelming, coping becomes rough<br /><br />They all need me now, but I'm unable to clone<br />Myself into two people so support can be shown<br />Do I choose the mourners who are surrounded by family?<br />Or the friend whose mate has become her enemy?<br /><br />I see support and love extended to my friends in grief<br />My other friend's predicament is beyond belief<br />Abandoned and betrayed, she is left with nothing<br />That one needs a friend; I have to do something<br /><br />The days go by as I help out one<br />While thinking of the other as the tasks are done<br />Despite my absence, my heart still bleeds<br />Even if they think I've neglected their needs<br /><br />Some time has passed since the decision I made<br />To help a friend whose heart was betrayed<br />Over another friend who was also in need of me<br />To be there to comfort for a loved one's loss times three<br /><br />I love them so much that my heart was torn<br />Afraid of hurting them and facing their scorn<br />No matter who I chose, I still hurt the other<br />Whether it's the soul sister, childhood friend, or her mother<br /><br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />June 2003<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111609077999370812?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116088744912667432001-09-21T21:36:00.000-04:002005-05-14T12:53:22.820-04:00The Day The World Stood Still<div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">This poem is dedicated to all those who lost their lives in the Pennsylvania, Pentagon and World Trade Center attacks on 9/11/2001</span><br /><br />Nobody knew what was coming when the airplanes flew<br />Into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, too<br />The passengers' heroics before the Pennsylvania crash<br />Saved untold more lives from the terrorists' lash<br /><br />People all over the world stopped and stared<br />At their television screens and computer monitors' glare<br />Watching the destruction of architecture and life<br />And the aftermath of helplessness, suffering, and strife<br /><br />Survivors and witnesses felt too many emotions to name<br />Someone was responsible, but we didn't know who to blame<br />The destruction hit us hard, many were injured, even more died<br />Everyone there tried to help as we all watched and cried<br /><br />I am but one voice who speaks from the heart<br />Feeling a myriad of feelings, I don't know where to start<br />As I see videos and pictures of other countries displaying<br />Their emotions ranging from crying to praying<br /><br />Candlelight vigils and moments of silence to grieve<br />Shared tears of sadness ... You made me believe<br />All over the world came support out of the blue<br />You showed us you care! This American thanks you!<br /><br />We now know who's responsible for the evil bloodlust<br />It's now clear that retaliation is a must<br />United we stand as the world hopes to defeat<br />Osama Bin Laden and his terrorist fleet<br /><br />History will never forget the destructive insanities<br />Of one man's attempt to bring America to its knees<br />We all witnessed a madman's determination to kill<br />September 11, 2001 ... the day the world stood still<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />September 2001 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111608874491266743?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116090341740354492001-05-06T01:05:00.000-04:002005-05-14T13:05:41.740-04:00Sidewalk MonitorsThe sidewalk monitors are a special breed<br />They're nosy and they like to lurk<br />Or they stand around outside their offices<br />As if they have nothing better to do at work<br /><br />Another person's business is their topic of choice<br />The victim is someone not in their clique<br />The things they have to say about others<br />Is so rampant and untrue that it will make you sick<br /><br />"They went elsewhere for lunch, they're snubbing the boss"<br />"Look out for so-and-so; she's a snitch"<br />"She gets the best assignments because they used to date"<br />"Have you heard about her? She's a practicing witch."<br /><br />"New clothes, new car, he's flirting with the new girl,<br />Trying to impress her and make goo goo eyes"<br />With the new sexual harassment laws in place<br />An innocent man can lose his job because of those lies<br /><br />Their idle chatter is not being productive<br />All they're doing is making things rough<br />For other workers trying to do their job<br />We're all sick of it! Enough is enough!<br /><br />So to all you "monitors" aka "gossipers"<br />It's time for you to get a life and grow up<br />You're not getting paid to talk about your fellow workers<br />So get back to work, mind your own business, and SHUT UP!!<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />May 2001<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111609034174035449?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116090862172803022001-02-28T01:13:00.000-05:002005-05-14T13:14:22.173-04:00UltimatumHere I stand, my emotions so confused<br />We're supposed to be friends yet I feel abused<br />You're suddenly silent or quick to chastise<br />Every action I make you have to criticize<br /><br />Why are you sometimes frosty when I say hello?<br />It's as if you'd rather see me go<br />Why do you do this to me off and on<br />If I wasn't a true friend, I'd already be gone.<br /><br />I don't understand your current attitude<br />It's not as if I was asking for undying gratitude<br />But I would like to know if my efforts were wasted<br />In nurturing a relationship that should have lasted<br /><br />A part of me says I should leave you behind<br />You're not worth the effort of trying to be kind<br />Yet a part of me says to give you some slack<br />Because others in the past have stabbed you in the back<br /><br />But I'm not like them! I've been true from the start<br />Yet you're the one stabbing me in the heart<br />I've been loyal and understanding, but my time is due<br />For you to treat me like I have treated you<br /><br />I've done nothing to you to deserve your moodiness<br />It's time for you to get over your broodiness<br />If you value our friendship you'd better start talking<br />Or you can forget me because I'll be walking<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />February 2001<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111609086217280302?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116090919164022342001-02-27T01:14:00.000-05:002005-05-14T13:15:19.163-04:00Waited Too LongI'm tired of getting another heartbreak<br />My love has been true even though you forsake<br />My feelings and devotion and loyalty to you<br />While I wait in the hopes that my love will break through<br /><br />Although I want to know the truth I'm not sure I can accept<br />The brutal honesty of your feelings toward me except<br />I can't wait forever while I deceive myself<br />Hoping one day you'll want me for yourself<br /><br />My desire for you is strong but I'm not going to force<br />You to love me; it's like beating a dead horse<br />I don't think you realize just what you'll be missing<br />But I've got to get over you; I've got to stop wishing<br /><br />In order to move on my feelings for you must die<br />Can't believe I waited this long, but now I know why<br />I'm going to redirect my life and get you out of my view<br />One day, I'll wake up ... and I'll be over you<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />February 2001<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111609091916402234?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116090194204803632001-02-20T01:02:00.000-05:002005-05-14T13:03:14.206-04:00Family ParasitesIn most normal families, the elders are respected<br />But there are descendants that keep theirs neglected<br />Only coming around when they see an opportunity<br />To get something for nothing from their familiar community<br /><br />Just look at them! They call themselves family<br />Claiming their bloodline proudly for all to see<br />But what you see is just for appearances sake<br />That's right! Their professed devotion is all a fake<br /><br />The best description for them is "parasite"<br />Because how they treat their elders just isn't right<br />Always poor mouthing or borrowing but they never repay<br />You could call it thievery (in a subtle way)<br /><br />"Don't have time to visit! I've made other plans!<br />Can't cancel this date! It's out of my hands!"<br />Their dates get more money and devotion and time<br />Than their elders or children; their behavior is a crime<br /><br />They're never there when you need them the most<br />And what little is done, they make the biggest boast<br />They make things harder for their families<br />With family parasites, you don't need enemies<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />February 2001<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111609019420480363?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116088109115972412001-02-04T03:27:00.000-05:002005-05-14T12:28:29.116-04:00Count Your BlessingsI have had good fortune, Some say luck is on my side<br />But I know my life is blessed because Lord God is my guide<br />He knows what's in my heart; my faith cannot be hidden<br />It gives me the strength to avoid what is forbidden<br /> <br />He gave me the gift to see the good that is all around<br />The depth of this treasure to others is profound<br />To be able to see the bright side instead of being troubled<br />Makes my load lighter and my happiness doubled<br /> <br />I may stumble, I may fall<br />But I know that through it all<br />He will be there to give me strength<br />To cope with Life's trial the entire length<br /> <br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />February 2001<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111608810911597241?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116090004803341392000-04-23T00:58:00.000-04:002005-05-14T13:00:04.803-04:00Desperate LongingIt's taken me a long time to start<br />Taking the courage to open my heart<br />To the possibility to love again<br />Someone more than just a friend<br /><br />Constantly fighting a battle wits<br />Within myself from subtle hints<br />I perceive from you as we interact<br />Trying to sort the fantasy from the fact<br /><br />I've been longing for what feels like forever<br />At times I feel like what I most desire will never<br />Materialize in this lifetime or the next<br />Like my very existance has been hexed<br /><br />Yet I keep the hope that my time has come<br />When my love is returned and we become one<br />Why can't I find the courage to tell you<br />From my heart my feelings so true<br /><br />If I told you how I really felt<br />Would it be your heart I beheld?<br />Or would your feelings for me change<br />And make our friendship estranged?<br /><br />Are you hiding your feelings about me too<br />Just like I hide mine about you<br />If I knew how you felt about me<br />I could adjust my life accordingly<br /><br />Until I know for sure, it would cut like a knife<br />Having to exist without you in my life<br />I love you so much ... I want this to be real<br />I wish I knew how you feel<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />April 2000<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111609000480334139?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116086775781016541999-11-14T03:05:00.000-05:002005-05-14T12:06:15.786-04:00It's All An ActIt's all an act and you've been busted<br />The betrayal we feel because we trusted<br />You and your lies is beyond all belief<br />Now you'll be alone to suffer your own grief<br /> <br />When are you going to turn your life around?<br />Pick yourself up off the ground!<br />You mouthed too much and provoked our hate<br />Actions ... not words have determined your fate<br /> <br />We cared about you but we refuse to play<br />Into your schemes so you can get your way<br />Your "poor pity me" act is wearing thin<br />Don't play with us; you're not going to win<br /> <br />Stealing or lying, you see no wrong<br />In twisting the facts to string us along<br />You need money, or you need a favor as a friend<br />When it comes to your laziness there is no end<br /> <br />What's it going to take? Time in jail?<br />Or get caught in danger than you cannot bail?<br />You think you got your act perfected to an art<br />Your luck is running out; you're not that smart<br /> <br />Your telling us that you're so distressed<br />Going so far to claim that you're depressed<br />But all we see in your situation<br />Is your attempt at verbal manipulation<br /> <br />It's all an act and you should have known<br />You behaved like a jerk, and now you're alone<br />Do you feel remorse? Have you learned anything?<br />Because of your selfishness, you lost everything!<br /> <br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />November 1999<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111608677578101654?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116090288097460521999-10-25T01:03:00.000-04:002005-05-14T13:08:01.973-04:00Priceless FriendsSo many definitions of the word "friend"<br />Countless examples that will never end<br />A friend to me is someone so true<br />Accepts you as you are, who believes in you<br /><br />Those who call just to say "hi"<br />You miss them like crazy when they say "goodbye"<br />The ones who visit ... you know they feel<br />Your love for them is genuinely real<br /><br />The kind of friends you spend time with<br />Giving each other an emotional lift<br />Mo matter the place or time of day<br />The friend you're with makes it okay<br /><br />They give you hugs to show their support<br />When you suffer the trials of life's traffic court<br />They know you'd do the same for them<br />Because your bond is as priceless as a gem<br /><br />Your friendship and love means so much to me<br />I consider you all like my family<br />This poem is your tribute, you may have guessed<br />With friends like you, I am truly blessed<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />October 1999<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111609028809746052?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116088029109417001999-09-14T03:25:00.000-04:002005-05-14T12:27:09.110-04:00Confidence BetrayedI tell myself that it’s not personal<br />Yet I feel like I’ve been hit with an arsenal<br />You pick and punish like you’re in the right<br />Now I’m cornered and ready to fight <br /><br />When you sit and state your case<br />I see fake innocence upon your face<br />I want to believe the words you say<br />Though I don’t like the games you play <br /><br />You tell me that you’re the one<br />Victimized by past deeds others have done<br />Yet your actions tell a different story<br />Greatly tarnishing your reputation of glory<br /> <br />The pedestal I placed you on<br />Is crumbling from the weight of a ton<br />Of ill wills and deeds inflicted on me<br />Blinded by your anger, I finally see<br /> <br />You didn’t used to be this way<br />You used to be kind and fair every day<br />The admiration I gave you when you were near<br />Has now turned into resentment and fear<br /> <br />I’ve proven my trust and loyalty to you<br />But I have no choice, I must betray you<br />To save your soul from the monster you created<br />Before you become the one most hated<br /> <br />The one over you must be told<br />Before your wrath against me unfolds<br />Nothing I do seems to be good enough<br />I’m tired of your games; you play too rough <br /><br />I mourn for what you were before<br />The hurt I feel inside I no longer can ignore<br />Beware the authority that goes unchecked<br />Where is the person I used to love and respect?<br /> <br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />September 1999<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111608802910941700?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116091549853495361999-05-20T01:22:00.000-04:002005-05-14T13:25:49.853-04:00My Beloved Jimmy<span style="font-size:78%;">This poem was written for a friend of mine</span><br /><br />Each day when I pass the lake you took my kids to fish<br />I still remember my thanks to God for fulfilling my heartfelt wish<br />He sent someone like you into my life to heal my heart, and then<br />Showed me that it was possible for me to love again<br /><br />Your humor, your wit, your compassion unleashed<br />My love hidden away safe from harm, out of reach<br />Even with the ups and downs, my life was always fulfulled<br />Until the day a neglected tree fell and had you killed<br /><br />The pain was unbearable! I couldn't believe you were gone<br />I wondered if I would ever have the strength to carry on<br />But now you are my angel, watching over me with love<br />I feel your presence and protection as you guide me from above<br /><br />It's been a while my love since our life together ended<br />I still miss you so much; my heart is far from mended<br />To have you in my life each day was happiness renewed<br />I'll cherish every day we had; my dearest, I'll always love you<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />March 1999<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111609154985349536?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116090590397297011999-04-28T01:09:00.000-04:002005-05-14T13:09:50.396-04:00Someone CaresWhen long awaited plans suddenly come crashing down<br />Bad news pops in and decides to hang around<br />When your dreams start to feel more like living nightmares<br />.... someone cares<br /><br />When other people's walls frustrate your every move<br />Silly people's actions and theories you're forced to prove<br />When their pettiness has you ready to pull out all your hairs<br />.... someone cares<br /><br />When trying to do the right thing goes against the group's compliance<br />Living by your principles speaks volumes of defiance<br />When you feel the wrath of their hatred and hostile glares<br />.... someone cares<br /><br />When you overcome those obstacles despite all the pain<br />And good fortune falls upon you like a warm gentle rain<br />When you find true happiness and nothing else compares<br />.... someone cares<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />April 1999<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111609059039729701?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116088598709791311999-04-14T03:36:00.000-04:002005-05-14T12:36:38.710-04:00Second ChancePeople nosing<br />Opportunity closing<br />Question posing<br /> <br />Underpaid<br />Emotions played<br />Decision made<br /> <br />Leave or stay<br />Consequences to pay<br />Come what may<br /> <br />Want to soar<br />Thankless chore<br />No more<br /> <br />Bleak outlook deceived<br />Freedom achieved<br />Psyche relieved<br /> <br />Depressing grind<br />Left behind<br />Peaceful mind<br /> <br />Backward glace<br />Second chance<br />Time to advance<br /> <br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />April 1999<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111608859870979131?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116090407965633341999-04-07T01:06:00.000-04:002005-05-14T13:06:47.966-04:00One Simple DecisionThe doors around me were closing off opportunities<br />My stubbornness nearly cost me with severe penalties<br />By hanging on to a misguided dream<br />More like a nightmare is what it really seemed<br /><br />Years of routine and endless suspension<br />For a change that never came, it increased my apprehension<br />I finally knelt down from my environmental strife<br />And asked God almighty, "Is this going to be my life?"<br /><br />He heard my prayer and answered my plea<br />I am the one to make it happen, only me<br />In order to make a change I must make my own<br />Decisions and choices, reap what I've sown<br /><br />I followed His advice and made up my mind<br />I expected the results to be harsh and unkind<br />Soon I realized the changes around me<br />Was actually a change in my philosophy<br /><br />It is so funny how one simple decision<br />Can change your outlook's total vision<br />And what before seemed an admission of defeat<br />Became more of an advance than of a retreat<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />April 1999<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111609040796563334?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116088974531342261999-03-14T03:42:00.000-05:002005-05-14T12:53:54.990-04:00Dear Friend<div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Dear friend, I see you crying over your loss<br />Can I listen to your woes of pain?<br />You feel everyone's turned against you<br />Now you feel persecution and shame<br /><br />For believing in those who betrayed your trust<br />And now are laughing in your face<br />Dear friend, how can you feel you're wrong<br />When their actions are that of disgrace?<br /><br />Dear friend, I know you feel your loss is great<br />You mourn for what you thought was there<br />You were lead to believe in a friendship not solid<br />Grasping for nothing but dead air<br /><br />Dear friend, you mourn for what is really a ghost<br />A phantom of lies, a snake of deception<br />That slithered into your life without mercy<br />Manipulating you to submit to its reception<br /><br />Dear friend, please take my hand<br />And let me lead you out of your sadness<br />You now see them for what they really are<br />Distance yourself from their madness<br /><br />They fear and distrust what they don't understand<br />Which is why they try to hurt you<br />Double faced exposures reveal the truth to all<br />As pathetic losers not worthy of you<br /><br />Dear friend, you have so much to give<br />You try to see the best in all you meet<br />You accept their faults and feelings and opinions<br />You respect their privacy and remain discreet<br /><br />Dear friend, let us leave this forsaken place<br />And with happiness resume your life anew<br />Be true to yourself and remain as you are<br />Because no one is better than you<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />March 1999</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111608897453134226?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116090078099260711999-01-19T01:00:00.000-05:002005-05-14T13:01:18.100-04:00You're Not My FriendYou're not my friend, it came to an end<br />I was deceived; you left me bereaved<br />I'm letting you go; I've nothing to show<br />For our time together that just wouldn't weather<br /><br />Deceptions and lies; they strained the ties<br />Of friendship and respect turned to hurtful neglect<br />I tried to understand; reached out for your hand<br />You left me waiting while you took their baiting <br /><br />There is no more trust; how can I when you must<br />Keep company so fake? How long will it take?<br />Until you're used, humiliated and abused<br />Yet you go back for more as I wait at the door<br /><br />I was the friend, loyal to the end<br />Patient and true, I believed in you<br />No judgment, no begrudgment<br />Accepting you as you are until you pushed me too far<br /><br />I've had it this time; you committed the crime<br />You forgot and ignored me; your rudeness floored me<br />After all I've done and was the only one<br />Who stood by you and waited, protecting you from the hatred <br /><br />Was your only defender, but you were a pretender<br />I hoped reason would rule, but I was the fool<br />I won't hang around and look like a clown<br />I've got better things to do ... so to hell with you!!<br /><br />Michelle Mundling<br />January 1999<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111609007809926071?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116089326428000451994-03-22T22:46:00.000-05:002005-05-14T12:48:46.430-04:00Divine HypocrisyThe message is true, it can be great<br />But why do men twist it in into a faith of hate?<br />The message of, "forgiveness, tolerance, and love,"<br />Duly delivered they believe from the Being above<br /><br />They may be right, but who are we to say<br />Which faith is true? Which is the way?<br />To Heaven or not remains to be seen<br />True faith does not originate from a human gene<br /><br />It comes from the heart, and God will not be denied<br />His true followers love -- no one can hide<br />But beware the fanatics -- their zeal for control<br />Only blocks the real message getting to their soul<br /><br />The Word gets twisted down a spiral of lies<br />Then re-emerges with an urgency that reaches the skies<br />False hopes and false dreams don't last very long<br />After the dazzle wears off and reality ends the song<br /><br />They push too hard! They push too far!<br />Their message of "His love" leaves a spiritual scar<br />Dare not disagree, for once it is known<br />Your doubts reek "lack of faith;" seeds of contempt are sown<br /><br />Can't dis their deity, their wrath have no bounds<br />They seek you like voracious blood hounds<br />They will not stop unless you convert<br />And it doesn't matter if in the process who gets hurt<br /><br />All others are wrong; they are the ones<br />Spouting the Holy Writ like bullets in machine guns<br />If you still won't listen, they try the hard sell<br />"Give your soul to Him now or you'll burn in Hell!"<br /><br />Emotional tyranny and spiritual terrorism shall thrive<br />So long as the hypocrisy of their faith survive<br />I beg you all stop! Leave your fellow man in peace<br />You can't convert us all, so fall to your knees<br /><br />We all have separate paths that we each must follow<br />How dare you condemn the others when your own faith is hollow<br />How dare you judge me, my heart, and my soul<br />As an entity of good and bad, even I play a role<br /><br />I have my own faith -- God knows where I stand<br />I want to be able to reach out to his hand<br />Free will is a gift, true faith should be free<br />But religious oppression will never allow it to be<br /><br />By force or by fear your deed won't be done<br />Because deep in your soul the war won't be won<br />Listen to the voice inside of you -- Shed all of your denial<br />The time will soon approach when we all go to trial<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />March 1994<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*Personal note: this poem is not anti-Christian, anti-Muslim, anti-Semitic, etc ... it is anti-fanatic. There is no freedom of religion without freedom from religion. You have to respect other people's beliefs if you want your beliefs to be respected. The Golden Rule is universal</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111608932642800045?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116089844967964931992-06-11T00:56:00.000-04:002005-05-14T12:57:24.970-04:00I Think You KnowI've got to get out of this place<br />Though I hate to see that look on your face<br />Beaming hurt and betrayal for all to see<br />Baby, that expression is not fair to me<br /><br />I've been honest with you, I would never lie<br />To you about my feelings, I'd rather die<br />Than to see you so dismayed<br />That my love could ever fade<br /><br />Time passes, things change<br />Still wonder why I why I feel so strange<br />Love is supposed to be eternal, but I realize now<br />That by waiting forever I have changed some how<br /><br />You say, "Wait! I'll make it right!"<br />It's too late for that, even with all your might<br />You try to convince me to wait some more<br />While you attempt to change your life; Please! No More!<br /><br />I don't like what I've seen in you in the past<br />You've failed the test of true love that lasts<br />The conflicts, the let-downs, the changes in you<br />I'm tired of lying to myself that you'll come through<br /><br />It didn't help at all when you tried to cover<br />The lies you made up to keep me as your lover<br />You should have known that I would eventually see<br />The deception you tried to weave around me<br /><br />I can sense in my soul when something is wrong<br />And I only feel worse when you string me along<br />Trying to convince me that all is well ... well it's not!<br />I hate these feelings of deception your denial has brought<br /><br />I don't want to hurt you you've got to see<br />That my heart once again belongs to me<br />Don't try to hold on, please let me go<br />Deep inside, I think you know<br /><br />I won't be happy living a lie<br />To say, "I love you," I won't even try<br />I care enough as a friend, this much is true<br />But as lovers, our relationship is through<br /><br /> Waiting for you to make up your mind<br />Now I have to go on and leave you behind<br />I've tried everything, but life must go on<br />In the morning you'll see that I'll be gone<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />June 1992<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111608984496796493?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116089472847378781991-08-20T12:49:00.000-04:002005-05-14T12:52:07.373-04:00Dreamworlds<span style="font-size:78%;">Originally published in "Lines and Shadows" May 1982</span><br /><br />You lay your head on a pillow and slowly close your eyes<br />Your head drifts off to sleep as your Dreamworld starts to rise<br /><br />When this World is built, it is done without flaw nor error<br />This World can be filled with ecstasy or filled with horrid terror<br /><br />This World seems so real, yet has no logic or reason<br />It does not matter what the year, it does not matter what the season<br /><br />All through the night you face its challenges alone<br />For no one can be there to help you, so you must be on your own<br /><br />When your Dreamworld starts to fade and you awake to the day ... then<br />You may be more willing to face the real world again<br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />August 1981<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111608947284737878?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894118.post-1116086677822323391990-09-10T11:57:00.000-04:002005-05-14T12:40:49.120-04:00Wishes and Wants<div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Originally published in "Lines and Shadows" May 1979</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I wish by day, I wish by night<br />I wish for things that please my sight<br /><br />But the one thing that I want than all of the rest<br />Is something I think will be one of the best<br /><br />Something important, or something neat<br />Or something I can do that's really really sweet<br /><br />I can wish for anything! That's really some choice<br />Too bad I won't get anything at the command of my voice<br /><br /><br />(c) Michelle Mundling<br />September 1978 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894118-111608667782232339?l=www.mundlingzone.org%2Flatestpoem.html'/></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10787952782590002889noreply@blogger.com