January 18, Poem #10 In the Stillness

In the Stillness

By Melody Beerbower

In the stillness I hear a voice

Whispering,

"Peace. Peace.

Don't fear. Rejoice.

The one you have loved is safe with me.

I've brought her home,

To My home,

For all eternity."

January 17, Poem #9 Dust Bowl of the 1930's

Sorry, I haven't been posting my poems recently. I have, however, been writing them.

The Dust Bowl of the 1930's
By Melody Beerbower

It was 1931;
The dust bowl had just begun.
By plowing up miles 
Of soil for planting,
No one knew just what they'd done.

Wheat was a profitable crop,
So the ground they started to chop,
Plowing up thousands
Of miles and more.
They saw no reason to stop.

But then the unexpected drought came.
It was one of record fame.
The rich crops all died.
The ground was parched,
From the long absence of rain.  



I haven't finished this poem, partly because I haven't finished my research on the Dust Bowl, partly because it's rather boring.

January 16, Poem #8

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I haven't written a poem
So this will have to do.

January 15, Poem #7 Tea

Tea 
By Melody Beerbower

Tea, Tea
What kind should it be?
Green tea, brown tea
Black tea, red
I need some to clear 
This cold in my head.


Just for the clarification, I do not really like tea, nor do I have a cold. No one said the poems had to be true.

January 14, Poem #6 Watery Eyes

Watery Eyes
By Melody Beerbower

That little trickle in my eye
Does not mean I'm about to cry.
It simply means, in a manner of speaking,
That my indoor plumbing's leaking.

My eyes must think it terribly fun
To be constantly on the run
With no logical reason at all
Save to make others think I bawl. 

I try to wipe the tears away
In the most inconspicuous way,
But no matter which method I keep trying
Someone always thinks that I am crying.

January 13, Poem #5

This poem is dedicated to all my little friends at church. I could not think of a title for it, so it doesn't have one.


Chubby hands grasped in mine
Shining eyes locked on my face
Glowing smile with teeth so fine
Wispy hair sticking up all over the place

Tiny body snuggled close to me
Secret message whispered in my ear
Bubbly giggles filled with glee
Cherished time with ones so dear

Poem #4 Santa Clause in Overalls

I wrote this poem at a Contra Dance I went to last night. It really should have a few more verses, but I only wrote one.

Santa Clause
In overalls
Playing a violin
Music plays
Musician sways
As the dancers spin

This man was the inspiration for my poem.