A Teenager's Cry

Trapped by fears
Choking on tears
My eyes see dreams
washed away by esteems

I feel locked out
Where do I fit in
Family is broken
so what is a friend

I need to belong
I've been alone too long
Well, except for when
I risked protection for a "friend"

So when I am betrayed
People do not see
I have only me and
that's not security

No one really, that understands
human shoulders with no heart
I wonder why I must be
set so far apart

Locked in loneliness
Tears of stone
I wear pretty clothing
hiding wounds to the bone

I wish you could hear....

Melanie Lynch-Evans 1993

If Only

If only he knew,
If only they could see,
If only will never be.....

by Melanie Lynch Evans

Glacier

From a geological study of glaciers at the University of Mobile
under the professor Mimi Fearn (best teacher ever).

May 3, 1995

Loneliness is the glaciation of the heart
Where warmth once did flow
But everything now is cold
And time glides by so slow.

The glaciers strong and silent prison
Beyond the surface deep below
Contains the remains the heart envisioned
That once had the life to grow.

The painful erosion of time and scope
Between the mountains of my mind
Cut chunks out of established valleys of hope
Leaving deeper scars behind

Lying beneath this icy sheet
Melting on a bed of rock
My moraine of ink at its retreat
Is all that I have got.

Melanie Lynch (Evans)

Mels, an Emergent Writer

at Hoppa's house in the dining room

Poetics 1451b

Aristotle said, "Poetry is more philosophic than history since it's statements are of the nature of universals, whereas those of history are singulars."

The scripture and the world meet

Ecclesiastes 5:19

New King James Version (NKJV)

¹⁹ As for every man to whom God has given riches and wealth, and given him power to eat of it, to receive his heritage and rejoice in his labor—this is the gift of God.

Ecclesiastes 6:1

New King James Version (NKJV)

6 There is an evil which I have seen under the sun, and it is common among men:

² A man to whom God has given riches and wealth and honor, so that he lacks nothing for himself of all he desires; yet God does not give him power to eat of it, but a foreigner consumes it. This is vanity, and it is an evil affliction.

Here is a blast from MY past in the 80's and few people remember this song, but I remember it sittting in the sun bathing by the pool at Cretia's house:

Ode to the Roaches

(from the original author in the USA in its first form before the Poetry Winner scam)

by Melanie S. Evans

Scuttle, Scuttle, little roach
How you run when I approach!
Up above the pantry shelf
hastening to secrete yourself.
In the garbage heap they leave
Do you browse among the cheese?
Does your long antennae whisk its
Gentle tips across the biscuits?
How delightful to suspect
All the places you have trekked
Under the fridge, above the door,
Must you produce 10,000 more?

My Boys in War

If my kids ever go to war
I hope they know what it's for
Wearing a uniform is but a part
of winning with knowledge and of heart
Live and die with all Christ's might
Freedom is the ability to DO what's right.

by Melanie Lynch-Evans  (I looked for  a pic off the movie Pearl Harbor/Ben Afflek (spell?) that has soldier boots next to a child's bare feet both kneeling and praying before Dad does to war...but I could not find it after an hour of searching).