Different yet the Same
Happy Mother’s Day
My Friend
No sunshine
Precious Children
Remembered
Sad Memories
The Attack on the World Trade Centre
The Day The World Went Boom
The Skeptic
Those I Leave Behind
Tormented Mind of an Abused Child
Two Line Peace Poem
Who Am I
Written on New Years Eve – 1999/2000
She
thought she didn't know his name
But didn't want to
play the game
Her body numb, she
couldn't feel
From head to arm,
from leg to heel.
They ask her but she doesn't talk
She sits because
she cannot walk
Her mind remembers
all the pain
And body becomes
numb again.
How can she tell them what he's done
He asked her
gently: Tell no one
E'en though what
he did was bad
All she thinks: He
is my dad.
Craig D Smith (2000)
The leaves were
blowing in the wind
A bird tried to
take off, but too late
It lifted
slightly, but then was down.
The trees were
bending low, so low
Like acrobats at
the Olympic games
Elegant they rose
from touching ground.
The rain was
coming hard and fast
Like bullets
striking their targets
And blowing
shrapnel all around.
Animals huddled
close protecting from the cold
But just above the
clouded sky
The
sun shone, full and round
Craig D Smith (2000)
Left alone with
pain and tears
A skeptic
re-living old fears
Outside no moon
because of cloud
Inside old sad
songs playing loud.
International Peace Poem Project - August 2000
To GIVE: a smile, a hug, a
kind word, a compliment, a piece of bread, an outstretched hand, an embrace of
love, TO GIVE PEACE!
To RECEIVE: from anxiety,
from hatred, from envy, from lust, from sadness, from grief, from greed, from
indifference, TO RECEIVE RELEASE!
Om te GEE: n Glimlag,
n drukkie, n vriendelike
aanhaling, n kompliment, n stukkie brood, n hand wat uitreik, n sak
vol liefde, OM VREDE TE GEE.
Om te ONTVANG: van begeerte, van wrok, van afguns, van wellus,
van droewigheid, van grief, van gulsigheid, van onverskilligheid, OM
VRYHEID TE ONTVANG.
(Afrikaans: courtesy of Elizma Liebenberg)
Cousin Vernon died in April 2000 (Craig Smith, 2000)
Supported in our time of grief
Instilling a renewed belief.
Remembering our loved one
Wondering “Is it really done”.
Yet wounds heal with time
Replaced by peace sublime.
The memories don’t diminish
Instead a noble peace replenish.
Craig D Smith (2000)
Where did I come from, I ask myself.
My mother’s womb, yes -
Got some of my parents’ traits.
Yet, I am unique, I guess.
Maybe the old man Darwin had a point,
But sorry, no traits from King Kong.
And yet, the perfect order of the universe;
Is scary, since it survived so long.
No! Chaos, complexity rule, you say?
Well, in the human mind, maybe.
Because we are unique you see;
Material slaves, but our will is free.
I am who I am by deliberate design;
Plus generations of mixed DNA.
The designer CREATED according to plan,
Not chance as some would say.
Having said all this, Yet I must confess;
Centuries of debates give no more no less;
We must bold and believe that there is none;
Except who Was and Is and Still Is to come.
Craig D Smith (2000)
Light and darkness – a minute apart
Turn off the lights, and then it is dark.
Night and day – both have their worth
Some sleep by day, at night they work.
Great and small – they have their place
For the great, they excel when they show grace.
The small follow the great, doing what they must
Their works adding value, not just going to dust.
The strong and weak – must sit together
They both cannot predict the weather.
The future for both is simply unknown
They’re equals much later when they’ve older grown.
Rain and sunshine – we can’t do without
That’s what life is all about.
When there’s drought, no rain makes one sad
At vacation time, rain makes one sad.
We are so different – and yet the same
We all are playing life’s survival game.
And yet, this working and striving isn’t pointless
When we hope in the promise of eternal rest.
In memory of my father, who left behind the important things; March,
2001
When I must go, I think of those who must stay;
I wonder if they’ll need me, when I’m far away.
When I must go, I ponder what to take;
My calendar to remind me of my return to make.
When I must go, I think what must remain;
The hope we have to meet someday, again.
When I must go, I wonder what they’ll think;
He left behind his love and memories distinct.
When I must go, I ask the question why;
My heart breaks so suddenly and I begin to cry.
When I must go, and know I can’t return;
Then I must leave behind, what e’er is need to learn.
Author’s
note: I now know what I should be focusing on.
Craig D Smith, 2003
They are my sunshine
And my moon at night
They make everything
Look shiny and bright
But I would be blind
Like one with no sight
If I would believe
That they’re always right.
My mother, Maureen, lost
her life partner in 1999. It surely would take more than 1 year to remove
the pain and memories after losing a loved one of 41 years. Written in
2000.
Mother, you feel that you walk alone
When nobody’s home, no ringing phone.
A year of memory and tears
But also of removed fears.
It was a year of crying and pain
But also new faith and spiritual gain.
A year of worry and concern
But also a year for those who learn
Tomorrow the sun will shine again
Tomorrow maybe a little pain.
But always sons and daughters are there
Together with you love and peace to share.
Craig D Smith (2001)
To have my sorrows, not alone to bear
To have long-suffering, not alone to tarry
To have un-happiness, and know you care
To stumble when weak, and know you will carry
A man of sorrow and acquainted with grief
With love so great, to die for a friend
When parched by the sun, you bring relief
A place prepared, where all tears will end
A home for me, my sisters and brothers
A place of gold, and beauty untold
When lost, you give to me a signpost
In darkness, a light to my path
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Written: 11 September 2001
Sunshine bright, new day dawns
Hustle and Bustle, nobody warns
Trees blowing, flowers showing
Laughing, glowing, nothing knowing
No clouds, but darkness
No thunder, but rain
No storm winds blowing
No lightning, just pain
Boom, Gloom, Doom
Crying, Dying, Lying, Denying
Frown, Down, Groun’
Screaming, tears streaming
Shocked people expatiate in their doom
Then anger sets in and there appears a reversed gloom
Darkness and night prevails
Winds of destruction with forces of gales
Why? Who? How?
Not yesterday, not tomorrow, but now!
Armageddon – Is that you?
Just what are you going to do?
How I woke this morning, happy as could be
You were standing next to me and smiled a smile for me
My heart was lost in joyous mood
I’d never felt so good.
Reality then told me, I had only dreamt
Darkness filled the room and the mood was spent.
I cried aloud because my heart
Just could not understand
That suddenly one day we’d part
No more I’ll hold your hand.
Not true I say – it cannot be
I cannot be alone
I started hearing things, you see
Like ringing of the phone.
I lift the phone, it isn’t you
I feel they’ve done me wrong
I tell myself it isn’t true
I wish the dream went on.
I know that time will heal my hurt
But I’ll still shed a tear
When I think of that sky of smoke and dirt
And know that you’re not here.
especially
for my friend, James
Written: 15
September 2001
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