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A Kindredspirit I have Found

The poem below, entitled “To Be Extraordinary”, was posted by Heather Krulewski in her post -> Here <-

I told her it is not my policy to reblog.  I try to always do my own thing and post my own words.  However, I asked her permission to copy the poem below and to comment on it because it restates everything I believe in.  It is a presentation in verse of the life I try to live and the truths I believe so strongly in.  I can only say what she has said differently; I do not believe I can say it better.  Please read this poem and let your heart and mind be joined so that both can understand the power and the freedom that we, as individuals, have within our grasp.

Thank you so much Heather!

________________________

To be extraordinary

We are all made for greatness

Built with an innate possibility

To be extraordinary.

In childhood

I knew this to be true

I thought I could fly

Never doubted

How special I was,

Never doubted I would be provided for.

In childhood, I believed in hope

I had dreams

Even though life was

Not perfect,

Even though there were hardships

I still had dreams,

I still had a trust beyond what I was feeling

That things would be OK

That I was and would be great.

Somewhere along the way

I lost that,

Somewhere along the way

Doubt crept in

Faith and trust became difficult to hold on to.

My ego took over and

Drew a veil of ‘less than’ over me.

Creating the belief that

I was less than great,

That it wasn’t possible for little old me

To be great.

But what my ego doesn’t understand

Is that it is just a veil

And all I need do is lift that veil

And I am back in faith and trust.

Because no amount of

Ego-centric thinking

Can erase the Truth

With a capital T.

That I am made for greatness.

That every single human

Is made for greatness.

That just to be ourselves

Is to be extraordinary.

____________________

Namaste,

Scott

The Dead of Night – A Poem

The Dead of Night
By
Scott L Vannatter
October 18, 2012

The line was drawn suffice it to say
The bitter truth was “War is Today!”
The sides were drawn as clear as a bell
It was earth on one side and the other was hell

Demons flew, skittered, and clawed
They all were malformed, broken, and flawed
Earth was ripe; the humans all fought
Amongst themselves, winning was naught

In this weakened state, they could be picked and killed
The bellies of the demons easily filled
Horrific and terrible their countenance stood
And showed it they did, not one used a hood

Soldiers knew they were fighting for more than their nation
If they lost this great battle, out went their salvation
Demons fought without bombs, no guns, or knives
They took and they took, not counting the lives

Grenades went off soundly the gunshots rang out
The blood mostly green from the demons did spout
Human blood red gushed forth like a fountain
And bodies were piled like mountain on mountain

Planes in the air met winged bats and vultures
Seems demons came forth from most all the cultures
Machine guns spit and huge bombs dropped forth
But more and more nightmares came from south and from north

Bits of the creatures splattered the walls
And more of their bodies littered the halls
But for every hideous beast that was slain
A human was slaughtered, more of the same

The battles dragged on for days upon weeks
We sacrificed much to kill all the freaks
Our numbers grew less, as they seemed to be more
When a dozen attacked, hundreds flowed from the floor

Our races outnumbered, we hadn’t a chance
The creatures they knew this and fought with a dance
Prayers were sent skyward and fervently given
But the pace of the battles increased and were driven

By malicious intent, they ripped out the eyes
And ate them at leisure, like we would some pies
They gnawed at our bones once torn from our frame
They didn’t mind dying; they saw in it a game

One mountain we took and called it “Old Glory”
It was written about in a good, solid story
But for the one that we took, several more that were lost
And the lives spent on “Old Glory”, were too high of a cost

Blood spewed from the mouths as they ate out our hearts
They sucked and they licked the cut-away parts
From the corners of mouths dripped gore like honey
The darkness was growing it was much less than sunny

Night overtook and daylight was taken
Our lives were for naught our souls seemed forsaken
The hell spawn and soulless screeched out in dark prose
They knew we were losing and their intensity rose

They pushed us all backwards through swamp and through stones
We found ourselves stepping on our dead’s very own bones
They would crack and then snap as our soldiers retreated
The oozing black monsters knew we were defeated

It was over we knew it; the demons were winning
Too many had died; our numbers were thinning
The earth, blackened, was dying; the demons near done
Now they would enslave all the living and start their wicked old fun

The ground began shaking; the noise was most fearful
Women and children became very tearful
Then our eyes had to look twice as they grew round as a cup
Because all our dying and dead had stood up!

It seems they didn’t think that fighting once was sufficient
They stood up as soldiers and much more efficient
They grabbed sticks and rocks and used cracked bottles and lumber
To strike at the beasts, to kill them in number

The dead fought with living to take on the evil, vile crowds
And it renewed all our soldiers who surged forward in clouds
They attacked with new vigor knowing they surely could win
Because if they died they would rise up again

The screaming and agony switched from our side
As with the undead helping it was turning the tide
The demonic horde fell flapping and ripping and dying
From a certain held victory they now were all crying

And pounding and shredding the dead and the living
Were striking the heart of the vile without giving
An inch of surrender, no mercy was shown
Back into hell was the horrendous horde thrown

Once it was finished, it had taken a year
The dead bones were restful; they dropped with no cheer
But the shouts from the living resounded for days
For when the war ended, the sun shone its rays

The dead were now done; they were needed no more
So we buried them all; and let our praises all soar
We thought about dying and how after even the fall
God used them to help us; He did hear our call

I wrote this and sent it to my publishers.  The editor was pleased with it, but chose, instead, to publish my story “Tiger, Demon Burning Bright”.  That made me very happy.  I hope you enjoyed this dark poem as much as I loved writing it.

Namaste,

Scott

School Poetry 3 of 4

This is the third of four installments of poetry I wrote in class while my students did the same.  I got enough of a positive with the 2nd one that I chose to continue this track.  I hope you enjoy it. 

 

School Poetry 3

 

Let Me Stay, My Love

By Scott L Vannatter 05/07/07

 

Let me stay, my love

and be your servant to the end of time,

to cleanse your heart of the world’s grime

and smooth your brow of sorrows past.

Thy cloth will I be to wash your feet

of the missteps of your week gone by

and wipe the tears of joyless days

and nights with dreams devoid of gladness.

Yourself thus clean, I will ease your burdens and light your face until the

sun grows faint in the glow of its countenance.

Your skin will be made silky soft by my

balms and efforts, and your lips will know

my joy through sweet caress of my own to yours.

Let me stay, my love, for service to you

shall be not toil, but life complete, you

making it so by your allowance.

___________________________.

By Scott L Vannatter 5/2/07

Trees – old, stoic soldiers of earth,

Behemoths of green and bark,

Pushing their fingers of wooden flesh

toward the heavens,

Grasping for the pieces of stars.

They live.

_____________________________.

By Scott L Vannatter 5/3/07

Prickly mistress of crimson,

Folded arms cover the bosom of nature’s glory.

Creeping arms of green scale the walls and

fences of man’s efforts.

Glistening with God’s tears and fragrance

of pleasure.

______________________________.

Namaste,

Scott

Conquest of Night

Conquest of Night
By Scott L Vannatter
November 14, 2012

The lights all dim,
Shadows fade into blackness
I settle into that portion of night
Where my close friend comes to play

That dear acquaintance known well
By tears and frowns dragging
On face and skin until all
Hangs low and sadness covers the whole

Easy all day to keep the light
Glowing in cheeks and the reaches
Of mind and soul
Kept fresh by brightness burning

But, oh by god, by midnight black
Demeanor takes a solid turn
And wisps of nightshade crowd inside
The fissures of gray matter darken so

The fight ensues the battle all but lost
As tendrils of twilight fog the brain
And make simple the trek to down and out
All that’s needed is to give in

But fight I do this quest of late
Knowing that loss costs more than life
If fall I do then mind will shatter
And thoughts of you will fail

Hold resolute do I then
To your image and let the beauty
I live to please take shape
And focus all my will toward thee

In my vision you come to rest
Bringing peace and love to my dying breath
And breathe back life, vivid and full
Making crimson my lips and complete my heart

Words may fail and ears may ring deaf
My shouts fall not on listening ones
But my whisper sounds throughout my soul
Saying, “My love I need you still”

The Dead of Night

The Dead of Night
By
Scott L Vannatter
October 18, 2012

The line was drawn suffice it to say
The bitter truth was “War is Today!”
The sides were drawn as clear as a bell
It was earth on one side and the other was hell

Demons flew, skittered, and clawed
They all were malformed, broken, and flawed
Earth was ripe; the humans all fought
Amongst themselves, winning was naught

In this weakened state, they could be picked and killed
The bellies of the demons easily filled
Horrific and terrible their countenance stood
And showed it they did, not one used a hood

Soldiers knew they were fighting for more than their nation
If they lost this great battle, out went their salvation
Demons fought without bombs, no guns, or knives
They took and they took, not counting the lives

Grenades went off soundly the gunshots rang out
The blood mostly green from the demons did spout
Human blood red gushed forth like a fountain
And bodies were piled like mountain on mountain

Planes in the air met winged bats and vultures
Seems demons came forth from most all the cultures
Machine guns spit and huge bombs dropped forth
But more and more nightmares came from south and from north

Bits of the creatures splattered the walls
And more of their bodies littered the halls
But for every hideous beast that was slain
A human was slaughtered, more of the same

The battles dragged on for days upon weeks
We sacrificed much to kill all the freaks
Our numbers grew less, as they seemed to be more
When a dozen attacked, hundreds flowed from the floor

Our races outnumbered, we hadn’t a chance
The creatures they knew this and fought with a dance
Prayers were sent skyward and fervently given
But the pace of the battles increased and were driven

By malicious intent, they ripped out the eyes
And ate them at leisure, like we would some pies
They gnawed at our bones once torn from our frame
They didn’t mind dying; they saw in it a game

One mountain we took and called it “Old Glory”
It was written about in a good, solid story
But for the one that we took, several more that were lost
And the lives spent on “Old Glory”, were too high of a cost

Blood spewed from the mouths as they ate out our hearts
They sucked and they licked the cut-away parts
From the corners of mouths dripped gore like honey
The darkness was growing it was much less than sunny

Night overtook and daylight was taken
Our lives were for naught our souls seemed forsaken
The hell spawn and soulless screeched out in dark prose
They knew we were losing and their intensity rose

They pushed us all backwards through swamp and through stones
We found ourselves stepping on our dead’s very own bones
They would crack and then snap as our soldiers retreated
The oozing black monsters knew we were defeated

It was over we knew it; the demons were winning
Too many had died; our numbers were thinning
The earth, blackened, was dying; the demons near done
Now they would enslave all the living and start their wicked old fun

The ground began shaking; the noise was most fearful
Women and children became very tearful
Then our eyes had to look twice as they grew round as a cup
Because all our dying and dead had stood up!

It seems they didn’t think that fighting once was sufficient
They stood up as soldiers and much more efficient
They grabbed sticks and rocks and used cracked bottles and lumber
To strike at the beasts, to kill them in number

The dead fought with living to take on the evil, vile crowds
And it renewed all our soldiers who surged forward in clouds
They attacked with new vigor knowing they surely could win
Because if they died they would rise up again

The screaming and agony switched from our side
As with the undead helping it was turning the tide
The demonic horde fell flapping and ripping and dying
From a certain held victory they now were all crying

And pounding and shredding the dead and the living
Were striking the heart of the vile without giving
An inch of surrender, no mercy was shown
Back into hell was the horrendous horde thrown

Once it was finished, it had taken a year
The dead bones were restful; they dropped with no cheer
But the shouts from the living resounded for days
For when the war ended, the sun shone its rays

The dead were now done; they were needed no more
So we buried them all; and let our praises all soar
We thought about dying and how after even the fall
God used them to help us; He did hear our call

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