A collection of some of my poems usually meant to capture a comparison, something I learned or felt
All the past, my own along with all who have ever lived, every discovery, every word written, every whisper of legacy whether good or bad converges into one purpose: To help me live now and succeed beautifully in the present, one living moment at a time. © 2007 DarEll S. Hoskisson (dsh)
Every little mood I'm in colors every place I've been. Spilling paint and splashing tints imagination's subtle hints of what fortunes soon will come pretending that it's already done. Tomorrows will all be like yesterday painted in the very same way. On they'll go and on and on drudging on as they've begun, and hope bleeds out like runny ink, and I won't notice unless I think. The paint for tomorrow is in my hand the canvas white, clear on it's stand. The colors will be fresh, the picture new. It might be green, or pink, or blue. © 2007 DarEll S. Hoskisson (dsh)
If you like to dance or fly, take a seat by my side. If you like to dream or play, Come. Open up your ears today. I have caught a story that's itching to be free. I have caught a story, so now, it belongs to me! Maybe it is magic or maybe it's really true. How do you catch a story? Well, that is up to you. Do you have a pocket? a hat? or sock or shoe? If you're in your pjs, then, your ears will have to do! © 2007 DarEll S. Hoskisson (dsh)
I’ve caught a story
that’s itching to be free.
I’ve caught a story,
so now it belongs to me.
Have you got a pocket?
A hat or a sock or a shoe?
How will you catch this story?
Well, that is up to you!
© 2007 DarEll S. Hoskisson (dsh)
(treat me how you want me to be)
**Check her soul and you will find a little girl with little pride all she needs is love and a try Help me see what I could be treat me kind and patiently next move I make, I'll surprise even me. I'm asking you to queen me. Queen me and you will see I'll come back with majesty Every inch that you give me I'll give you back as royalty.
Haven't I seen your face before? When last I walked this way, I never noticed you. I was blinded by other things such small and nameless things were you always there? I couldn't see your wounds or scars, you felt no warmth from me; of how, could you ever call me, "friend?" Neighbor, dear neighbor, what shall I do? Could the touch of my hand be his gift to you? and have I walked by your way, saying others will stay? When next I come, will his work be done? For today, I'm going your way. His eyes were kind, they saw everything and whene'er he walked my way, He always noticed me. I was sorrowing for many things through pain and suffering he was always there. He could see every wound and scar He gave new life to me; of how, Could I ever serve my friend? Neighbor, dear neighbor, yes, I will do. May the touch of my hand be his gift to you. And as I pass by your way, I will see you and pray "Each time I come, may his work be done. Dear Savior, I'm going your way." --DarEll S. Hoskisson
The oil is your heart and soul to light The wick in your eyes burning bright The spirit shines from your lighted wick The light, not the lantern, does the trick. DSH
Priorities
I'm free to be me
and like it or not
I'm boss of myself
whether I have a boss or not
And when my life's all
said and done
I hope my family will
know the one
they call "wife" and "mom"
loved them more than all the rest.
I hope they'll know
I gave them my very best.
At work or church there are others
that might do just as well
but nobody else
my stories can tell
No one else sings
with my voice lullabies
or holds them close
to look at them with my eyes
No one else can be me for them
Though they have a new wife,
a new mother, or new friends.
DSH 12/06
God made me free to be me from my own unique face to my taking up this space. It's true, another could take my job or my spot but be another me? Of course not! Irreplaceable is what I am. I'm one of a kind and so like a snowflake, I have a beauty all my own. Though I may quit or fail or die, no other you can take my I.
And so, I’d better do my best to be
all the best I have in me.
DSH 12/12/06
Peace is
the silent accompaniment of faith
the shadow of a humble heart
a product of patience
is knowing He is there
–dsh (1995)
Personal Abridgements: Living Well Together 