The Sirens' Song

Lashed to a mast on a storm blown away

On a wave born aloft I sight the deadly bay

From it reeks a deathly smell

Like those long dead

This bodes not well

And as my mast floats to thither

Every bone on the rocks does quiver

"Beware!" their voices seem to say

But I heeded them not and kept on the way

For, from the mouth of those jagged remains

Voices I heard, more lovely than strange

Although they seemed to be all of one part

Haunting, they seemed to tug at my heart

A lullaby from long ago

Yet a song that I shall never know

Harmonizing with my soul

I began to feel an irresistible pull

There, on the rocks, I met my end

And to you my advice I lend

Temptation is a powerful thing

And over it One is king

The Woven World

Not sure about the title for this but please comment!

The Tapestry of Golden Life

Is the Big Picture and the scene

Thread by thread it is woven

To glitter a glorious sheen

Roughly woven or silkily gone

This is the work of a dance

Skillfully and gracefully

Through every Stage and Stance

How lucky are we

To be woven into such a masterpiece

And to sing this Song

Until, at last, death does us release

-Starcatcher

He Will Remain.

I am in the depths of despair.
I have no where to go
No one to turn to…
My life is not worth living.

What is the point? I ask myself.
Why was I put here?
Why was I born?

I can’t bear to look in the mirror,
For I disgust myself.
All that I see is sin too great
A soul beyond repair.

My state is one of helplessness
I am trapped in my own evildoings.
The chains that hold me
Refuse to break; I cannot save myself.

This is worse than death;
Forever I am haunted
Forever I am tortured
By the wickedness of my deeds.

In desperation I cling to things:
The idols of this world.
But they do not last, they crumble away
Leaving me standing here.

I fall to my knees.
I surrender! Let it end!
I can’t do this anymore!
And then…

A blinding flash of light
Tears through the prison walls;
The darkness melts away.
My chains fall off, and I am free.

Overwhelmed, I see my sin more clearly
But I can’t hide it from Him.
Through the light, He is coming towards me.
Will He cast me away?

He takes my hands in His,
And pulls me to my feet.
I hear his righteous words
Sounding in my ears:

“Follow me.
I will never leave you,
Nor forsake you.
When all else passes away, I will remain.”

He has cleansed me, through and through.
I am no longer bound by my past offenses.
I am born again,
Purchased by His blood.

What a marvelous thing, to think that
He has saved me!
He gave His life for me;
Now I am free to live my life for Him.


~The Scribbler

P.S. This was my first poem :)

The Dream

Another poem I've written, which happens to be another free-verse. The usual as far as comments and what-not. Happy Christmas!


The Dream


Awake? No!
Fall back to sleep, back to sleep.
You must think of it, remember
What you’re losing even now.
Look, the castle and the prince
And his bride clad in white.
Were you at the wedding?
Or were you just omniscient?
No, don’t think.
If you do it’ll slip away.
Prince, bride, castle of stone.
But don’t remember too hard
Or you’ll never sleep.
Castle, castle… castle…
You must think of more than the castle!
No, back to sleep, to sleep.
Recall when the people applauded,
When the prince appeared suddenly?
You clapped too. So you were there.
No! Stop thinking, sleep, sleep.
Bride, wearing white with a long veil
Of silver and white.
Come, return, you must!
You were so lovely, so alluring.
You cannot leave me now.
They hadn’t taken the vows yet.
Sleep, sleep. You must sleep.
Let the dream return.


-Jacki Siwel

Atlas

This is a poem I wrote up a while back. It's one of the few free-verses I've done. Any comments would be very helpful.

It’s heavy.
I can’t hold it up any longer.
I’m collapsing under this weight.
Why me? Why did you choose me for this?
It’s so heavy.
Am I the only one holding this up?
I’m falling
I can’t hold it.
I didn’t ask to be an Atlas.
How can I hold all this up?
Does no one see it?
Will no one help me share the weight?
It’d be so much easier, then
If only someone would see.
They have their own Worlds to hold
And I’m stuck with this one.
Maybe someone, somewhere, is holding this same world
But I just can’t see.
It’s so big, you know.
But it doesn’t help if I don’t know there’s someone helping.
And I, or we, can’t set this World down.
We’re holding it because He called us to hold it aloft.
People would die if we put it down to rest ourselves.
Look! A prince!
No, the Prince.
He’s walking this way.
Maybe He’ll give me someone to help me hold it.
Maybe He’ll tell me I can set it down,
That the problems are all fixed now.
Maybe He’ll rise up an army of Atlases,
And we can carry this World together.
No, He has no crowd following.
Just Him.
Scars on His wrists and feet.
What is he doing? He’s next to me.
He’s raising His hands.
He’s grabbing the globe.
He’s not taking the whole thing,
Just part of it.
I still have to hold up the World.
But I’m not alone, this Atlas.
He’s holding it up with me.
It feels so much lighter now!
It’s still there, the Earth.
I can still feel it.
But it’s easier with Him here.
And one Day,
He’ll take it completely.
This Earth will shrink,
But grow heavier.
Then, that Day,
It’ll go away completely.
And we’ll be free from holding any World.
His world will be the only world.
O, let that day come!

--Jacki Siwel