Myself (Edgar Guest)

Myself
by Edgar Guest

I have to live with myself, and so,
I want to be fit for myself to know;
I want to be able as days go by,
Always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand with the setting sun
And hate myself for the things I've done.
 

 

I want to go out with my head erect

I want to deserve all men's respect;

I don't want to hide on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself as I come and go
Being bluster, bluff and empty show 

I never can hide myself from me,

I see what others may never see,

What kind of man I really am;
I don't want to dress myself in sham.

I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself -- and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.

You Learn (Anonymous)

Poems are for the reader's interpretation. I have had this for a long time and it does help a young person "step into themselves" if they have been leaning too much on others to validate them.

“After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn.”

I'm Writing Another Man Today

I'm writing another man today
Tired of what you still don't say
I'm going to see Him soon
In my prayer closet this afternoon.
He will ease the void you leave
For another week, where I can breathe
In this house we call a home
Where we're all together, all alone

I'm going to tell him my heart is broken
and He will say what you leave unspoken
He will actually listen to my heart's desire
He'll fill me with HIS PASSIONFIRE.

You look, but He sees
My hard heart soften on my knees
You touch, but do not feel
a false reality in a hope that's real

He loves me in ways your unaware
To let me know Someone cares
Sometimes I wonder if you see Him there
and catch glimpses of my love affair

But for now, I wait, pen in hand,
for you to become another man.

Melanie Sue Evans 2007

Living water saturate my thirsty soul.....(photo not mine)

Playing House

So much passion without a place
I'm getting older in the face
House is decked with empty frames
dusted with tradition's empty games
Playing by the rules of "love's" charade
a waterfall of words that never cascade
blue birds of happiness with nothing to say
we're just playing house day by day.
Inside we are so alive
buried in this fearful disguise
and Denial makes her wishes
while you work, and I, the dishes.
Love on purpose don't stay in the past
When you work a life, it will last
Lonely if it's only one of two
but the Creator, He will stand with you.
~And there is a friend that sticks closer than a brother.

Melanie Lynch-Evans

Playing House came from the irony of empty family frames on my shelves.
I was also "Waiting to exhale" or "holding my breath" for things to get better
or take form instead of taking responsibility spiritually in faith to MAKE things healthy and happen. I only looked to my husband for my worthwhen it really came from God. I punished him for not validating my worth (He did hurt it though) when I chose to marry him.

1989 Poem for my Dad

You and I
My love for you Daddy, runs deep
an eternity within my soul
where the tender thoughts of you and I
dwell to fill me whole
Everyday we spend apart
prolongs the emptiness inside
I long to know PURE MANLY LOVE
that loneliness doesn't confide
Ponder the mystery of our days entwined
searching in your songs I measure
the distance between your heart and mine
across a world of buried treasure
I looked for you in strangers
I wrote to you in art
despite the songs of bitterness
that tried to break my heart.
I found you in the Lord.
By: Melanie  Lynch Evans (17 yrs. old)

Little Thoughts of Mine

The greatest difficulty is an effective simplicity. (Studying Jesus)

"It's not true," the Indian within me stated, "that many moons will heal your wounds."
Time is only anesthesia --not a healer.

I am not to control my fate or destiny! I am to control myself one day at a time. For then and  only then will I arrive in my destiny!

Tis a marvel that one come into the world crying, and leave it laughing.

The heart remembers what the mind forgets.

I don't believe beauty is in the eye of the beholder becaue they keep looking past my shoulder.

He tells me he loves me and its warm like sunshine.......that burns.

I slipped on a kiss and fell in love.

You haven't noticed the differences we share. Am I so good an actress or don't you care?

Funny how some places hold a memory for you.

You protect yourself with words unspoken
but the silence leaves my heart broken.

My lips are the instruments that play the songs of my heart.

No one could take your place
but I weep silently beneath a smiling face
Your arms were like the strongest foundations
where I grew roots and wings
Your heart like the deepest sea
where I found the most beautful things


I know you send me on a chore when I sit down by you.

When you come to the kitchen and hug me, I feel like you took the hug instead of giving it.

Love in the Gray

I kiss you but my lips are numb
My heart sings no more song
Has the love story ended
that has played for so long?
My hand in yours
but I can't feel you there
I never really see you
even though you're there
When I look into your eyes
the colors aren't as fair
They used to be vivid
I lost myself in the stare
I penned you  poems
wove my love into rhyme
but now, the song has stopped
and no words come to mind.

August 16th 1989 by Melanie Lynch Evans
(My first love)