depression
-DEPRESSION-
I Am, crawling in the basement
Of a house so-called depression,
Cannot lift myself from under
This Rock of non-expression.
Just lingering in the darkness,
Not a candle in the way
And now I lie here motionless
Into another day.
No feelings in my body,
No thoughts to fill my mind;
For if I cannot awake from this
My fate is now resigned.
There lurking in the darkness
Is one who summons me.
The man who holds the sickle
Does now call out in glee.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
2006
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graduation Day
-GRADUATION DAY--
The mist hung slight
Above the ground.
Students all were
Scurrying 'round.
With testing done
The college plight,
Such merriment
It t'was a sight.
As mortar boards
Flung into the air
Their joy and sadness
Each to share.
Forward as their
Lives would go,
And where they lead
No one does know.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
5-28-2006
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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God Reaches Out
GOD REACHES OUT
I know you're feeling very down
And I wish you weren't sad.
There are so many things around
That make us feel so bad.
But when you awake in the morning
To the chirping of a bird,
Just remember that may be God,
Whose singing you have heard.
And when you walk into a store
And a beggar there you see,
Just remember, that sad face,
The face of God, may be.
And when a child smiles up at you
With innocence in their eye,
Just remember that each day
God gives innocence to you and I.
So when you're feeling down and sad
And your heart seems to break,
Just remember that God reaches out
And says, 'My Hand, you now must take.'
Love you my friend.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
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My Stairway
MY STAIRWAY
There is a stairway
In my mind
Spiraling upward-
Ever Upward.
Upon my journey-
I sometimes tire
And must
Stop to rest.
At times,
I fall back a step
Or two,
But always,
I look upward
As I travel
On my journey.
Upward, I travel,
On that spiraling
Staircase-
Toward a reward.
The reward
Our Heavenly Father
Has promised
So long ago.
Just the twinkling
Of an eye.
A whole lifetime
for you and me.....
Only an instant
In Eternity............
author: Carolyn Ford Witt
3-25-1980
By Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
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The Lonely Willow Tree
THAT LONELY WILLOW TREE
God made this Earth,
The Sun... The Air.
He placed it all
Into Man's care.
On it He placed
Flowers and trees
In beautiful colors,
Man's eyes to please.
But when He thought
His work was done,
He added this....
A tree.....Just one.
He planted here
A Willow Tree,
Where Man could pray
On bended knee.
But now when Man
Neglects to come,
He named this tree
The weeping one.
Near a stream
Where no one will be
There stands a lonely
Weeping Willow Tree.
And when you see
It's branches weep,
You know that from
God's eyes....
....................Tears do Seep.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
6-22-1979
By Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
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Depression Is
depression is my life without you,
depression is the darkness taking over the light,
depression is the thoughts of suicide
depression is isolation from the outside world
depression is where no one loves me
depression is where i have no friends
depression is where everyone looks at me and rolls there eyes
depression is.......
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Love You My Friend
-- * LOVE YOU MY FRIEND * --
I played out in the rain today
I had a lot of fun.
I splashed in all the puddles
Wherever I did run.
I turned my face up to the sky
To catch a dropp or two
And all the time I played in it,
I remembered thoughts of you.
Remembering all the fun we had
In Younger days of play
And here is a reminder.....
I still love you, everyday.......
'Love you My Friend'
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
4-06-06
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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First Encounters
THE FIRST ENCOUNTER
That first encounter
Warmth wrapped around my virgin body
Dampness enveloping me
Surrounding me as I come up for air
Sensually seeping inside me as I sink
Once more into this moist
oblivion
Undressing me with gentle caresses
Which empower me to once again push
Up to the surface
And with long strides pull
Myself to the side of the
winterpool
Lifting my moist body into
The cold winter air
Wrapping myself in a terry robe of warmth
And scurrying across the cold concrete
To the crackling warmth of the
Fireplace.......
Inside.....
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
2-11-07
By Ms. Caroline
© 2007 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
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Mama's Legacy
MAMA'S LEGACY
When I was just a little girl
I lay in Mama's bed
To listen to the fairy tales
From the little books she read.
Of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Cinderella and her Prince
Of Rumplestiltskin-Puss 'N Boots
And Aladdin and his tents.
I couldn't get enough of them
I'd ask her every night
But sleep would always conquer me
No matter how I'd fight.
I'd recite the words along with her
I knew them all by heart
She'd read to me from anything
Some knowledge to impart.
She taught me about the world around
From books she read aloud
She made my life worth living
And made me live it proud.
When I had children of my own
I read from those same books
To teach my children that in this life
You need brains, not just good looks.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
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Sweet Freedom Land
-* SWEET FREEDOM LAND*-
Silence of the field
I see,
The colors shouting out
To me.
Statuesque the Firs
Do stand,
Amid this solid
Freedom land.
With snow capped mountains
To the sky,
Just calling out
To you and I.
Entice me land
That is so Free,
In silence you
Call out to me.
Goodbye, Sweet Scene
In life so grand.
I bow to you
Sweet Freedom Land.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
2-17-06
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Just A Little Christmas Present
JUST A LITTLE CHRISTMAS PRESENT
I'm asking, God, a special blessing
That I'll call down from above,
Just a little Christmas present
That's filled, to brimming, with God's Love.
Just a special Christmas present,
That is sent from Me to You.
May God bless you with your 'Greatest Need'
And in that way, He'll have blessed me, too.
' Love you all. God Bless You'
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
-Ms Caroline-
12-15-05
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i Can Travel On
-I CAN TRAVEL ON-
Lord,
Each day I take these problems
And spread them upon the floor
To just wrap them very carefully
And send them to You, My Lord.
I go over everyone of them
And feel them deep inside.
I wrap each one in paper
Each one for You to hide.
No longer will I see them
No longer their weight, I bear,
Because I've given all to you
And their resolution...You can't share.
My Faith is in You, My Father,
These problems now are gone
And now my life I live again
And, God, I can travel on.......
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
8-10-06
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Dealing With Depression
Depression is being lonely in a room full of people
Depression is being constantly tired but never able to sleep
Depression is longing to be with others yet not being able to cope with company
Depression makes you lose your appetite and eat yourself fat
Depression is smiling to hide the pain inside
Depression is when the soul dies but the body keeps on living
Depression is forgetting who you used to be
Depression is not knowing if you could survive without it
Depression is being sad when nothing is wrong
Depression is not caring whether you live or die
Depression is having no interest in the things you used to love
Depression is lying awake for hours in bed at night contemplating the best way to kill yourself only to realise that you can’t be bothered.
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the Fishing Tradition
--THE FISHING TRADITION--
Tiny Tots with long cane poles
Granpaw's knowledge he extols
Putting worms on crooked hooks
Whipping line in rippling brooks.
There each weekend they would stand
All expertise, small hands command,
For there in awe they do observe
No less then Grampaw does deserve.
Handing down traditions fare
To little tykes just standing there
And now Adults traditions stand
When Little Tykes turn into Man.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
4-30-06
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Joy Of Music
THE JOY OF MUSIC
The violin sang so softly
In the hands of this old man
As he sat there on the wooden stool
Bow held gently in his hand.
His wife played grand piano
Sweet music they did make
As from the hard work of the fields
This respite, they would take.
Gentle music of God's praises
They played for all to hear.
The sweetest music in the land
Was falling on God's ear.
They passed along this joyous sound
To children they did bare
The most relaxing trait of all
The gift of music rare.
Now throughout the generations
Which do continue to abound
We hear the perfect notes and songs,
The joy of music...does resound.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
2-11-07
By Ms. Caroline
© 2007 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
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To You My Love
-- * TO YOU MY LOVE * --
You and I
After all these years
Through lots of love
Through lots of tears
Together we are
Together we stay
Together in love
On this perfect day
With memories old
With memories new
As I spend this lifetime
Together with you
So now to you
I want to say
I love you, so,
On this our perfect day.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
2-14-06
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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eight Sisters
--EIGHT SISTERS--
When I was very little
And Mama's sisters gathered round
All the serious talk would go
As joyous laughter would resound.
With every woman talking
Loud laughter would erupt....
All the men would run for quiet
When their ears had had enough.
I'm not sure where it came from
For their parents, I didn't know,
But I was very happy
With their joyous laughter show.
And now those laughs are quiet
As all eight sisters now have passed,
But I bet God was really smiling
As He waited upon the last.
Because their joyous laughter
Brings smiles to all who hear,
And I know, up there in Heaven....
They are thought of very dear.......
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
6-1-06
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Depression Is When
depression is when you hate everyone around
depression is when you don't want to make a sound
depression is when all you want to do is cry
depression is when you feel like you’re dying inside
depression is when your thoughts wonder all the time
depression is when you can't sleep even though you’re tired
depression is when you don't want to go on
depression is when you can't stop shaking outside
depression is when you hide who you are
depression is when you put on a mask to hide what you feel
depression is when you feel weak all the time
depression is when you give in to everything around
depression is when you don't care what happens anymore
depression is just another day in my life
poem by Tashi Coote
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Depression is...
Depression is when you hate everyone around
Depression is when you don't want to make a sound
Depression is when all you want to do is cry
Depression is when you feel like you’re dying inside
Depression is when your thoughts wonder all the time
Depression is when you can't sleep even though you’re tired
Depression is when you don't want to go on
Depression is when you can't stop shaking outside
Depression is when you hide who you are
Depression is when you put on a mask to hide what you feel
Depression is when you feel weak all the time
Depression is when you give in to everything around
Depression is when you don't care what happens anymore
Depression is just another day in my life
poem by Celeste Alvear
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my DEPRESSION
depression is when you hate everyone around
depression is when you don't want to make a sound
depression is when all you want to do is cry
depression is when you feel like you’re dying inside
depression is when your thoughts wonder all the time
depression is when you can't sleep even though you’re tired
depression is when you don't want to go on
depression is when you can't stop shaking outside
depression is when you hide who you are
depression is when you put on a mask to hide what you feel
depression is when you feel weak all the time
depression is when you give in to everything around
depression is when you don't care what happens anymore
depression is just another day in my life that will forever remain
poem by Kaliaha Hogue
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A Soldier Of My Lord
-- * A SOLDIER OF MY LORD * --
I am a soldier of My Lord,
Standing for what I believe,
Trying to spread My Savior's Word
To those that Satan would deceive.
I'll wear His mighty Armor.
His love does clothe me now.
I'll spread His word until I die,
Of this I do avow.
I'll banish Satan from my life,
each time he does appear,
And always praise You daily;
I'll always hold You near.
So when my time has come and gone,
To You I'll come again.
I'll pass right through those Pearly Gates,
But for You, I'll work, till then.
May My Father's word come unto your hearts daily.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
3-5-06
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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