My newly Published Poems! Please Read, Share, Comment and Critique!
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Elegant Transformation- http://authspot.com/poetry/elegant-transformation/
The Epitome of Loneliness- http://authspot.com/poetry/the-epitome-of-loneliness/
Stars: http://authspot.com/poetry/stars-59/
Spiritual Healing- http://authspot.com/poetry/spiritual-healing/
Inside of Me- http://authspot.com/poetry/inside-of-me-6/
Sweet Agony: http://authspot.com/poetry/sweet-agony/
Dreams- http://authspot.com/poetry/dreams-273/
Deep Sunshine- http://authspot.com/poetry/deep-sunshine/
True Beauty- http://authspot.com/poetry/true-beauty-6/
Spring: http://authspot.com/poetry/spring-88/
Heartbroken-http://authspot.com/poetry/heartbroken-23/
Solitude: http://authspot.com/poetry/solitude-42/
Regal Royalty: http://authspot.com/poetry/regal-royalty/
Enlightenment: http://authspot.com/poetry/enlightenment-10/
Thanks for your comments and support!
Chelsea Burbidge Merkley
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” - Mark Twain ”Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great ones makes you feel that you, too, can become great.” - Mark Twain
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Sonnets of the Heart
I have always loved to read Shakespeare and see his plays.
His style of writing resonates with me so completely.
These are my favorite Shakespeare Quotes.
"To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd!"
— William Shakespeare (Hamlet)
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd;
By thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee."
— William Shakespeare (Shakespeare's Sonnets)
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring barque,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
— William Shakespeare (Great Sonnets)
His style of writing resonates with me so completely.
These are my favorite Shakespeare Quotes.
Favorite one ever;
"If you love and get hurt, love more.
If you love more and hurt more, love even more.
If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more..."
— William Shakespeare
If you love more and hurt more, love even more.
If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more..."
— William Shakespeare
"To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd!"
— William Shakespeare (Hamlet)
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd;
By thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee."
— William Shakespeare (Shakespeare's Sonnets)
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring barque,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
— William Shakespeare (Great Sonnets)
"Thus with a kiss; I die!"
— William Shakespeare | ||
"Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find."
— William Shakespeare | ||
"When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun." — William Shakespeare |
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Expression Of Love
This story is an expression of how I feel towards my son Christopher. It explains the wonder and majesty of being a mother and a parent. I gave this Poem to my sister in law right before she and my brother had their first child, a baby girl. She is due April 21, 2009.
A Lifetime of Memories
The first time you look at your daughter she’ll probably be red and look kind of like an alien to you. With the umbilical cord still attached to her and maybe not quite crying yet.
Then when the Nurse cleans her up, and sucks the amniotic fluid from her mouth; you first hear her cry. You never thought baby’s tears could bring you so much joy. When the doctor weighs her; you have your husband take a picture of how much she weighs, you know time flies. You want to make sure she’s alright, have your husband count her fingers and toes. You want to cherish this moment forever.
When finally, you hold her; you get a glimpse of what God’s grace really is. She is forever a part of you; she has a special angelic aura about her. The first time you hold her you may wonder if this is how good heavenly father felt when he sent you to earth. No one else is quite like her; she is truly gifted and unique. You never thought that being a mother would change how you felt about life in an instant, but it has. Now you will forever have these maternal instincts for the safety, love and comfort of your daughter. You think what a masterpiece she is. God is the best artist and has perfected the beauty of designing children in his own image. You wonder who she looks more like, you or your husband. Time will tell. The first time you hold her you won’t want to let go. You think to yourself how could we have created such a perfect little girl? Then you know how truly blessed you are.
The first time she gets a bath she can fit in a small sink, and her Daddy gets to perform the task. He never thought it would feel quite so spiritual. When she fits in your kitchen sink to take her first few baths protecting her umbilical cord; you love the time you get to spend with her. When she has to move to a baby bath tub you can’t believe how big she is getting!
The first time she really smiles at you, you wonder if she’s seeing angels or just happy to see you. When she looks off into the distance beyond the veil you can’t help but imagine the glories she’s beholding. She is so new, you think, she smells like heaven. The first time she sleeps through the night, you probably didn’t because you kept checking on her to make sure she was okay. You are amazed and so proud of her. Eventually you will learn that she can breathe on her own and it’s okay to sleep too.
The first time she coos you wonder what she’s thinking and trying to say. The first time she puts her feet in her mouth you think how flexible she is and wonder if she will be a great gymnast like her mama.
The first time she rolls over you know your hands are going to be full very soon with an explorative curious baby. You constantly worry about her hurting herself when she finds something to play with.
The first time she looks at you when she’s being mischievous and doing something she’s not supposed to, you wish you had the camera to catch that adorable moment. Yet, she still seems to be looking for your approval and love even when she’s being a trouble maker.
The first time she can roll over 5 feet switching directions and grasping toys you know she’s growing up so fast. Catch those fleeting moments and cherish them.
The first baby babble she says makes you laugh, you talk to her and sing to her and she talks back now, you are so privileged to watch her develop.
When you realize how big her head is compared to her body you wonder how big of a brain she has and hope that there is room for growth in it. You think wow with that noggin you must have a lot of intelligence!
The first time she laughs and smiles with her eyes at you because you did something extremely silly; you are so glad that she’s the only one who can laugh at you even if you’re not really funny. She thinks you are as amusing as you think she is.
The first time you realize your face is a toy to be tampered and prodded at, makes you smile.
When she puts her tiny hand to your hand and seems to be thinking, hey I have one of those too; she captures you with those inquisitive eyes. She is exploring the similarities you share.
Being a parent is the most rewarding and challenging task God ever gave us. I believe he needed a way for us to learn more about him and ourselves through these little bundles of joy.
By Chelsea Merkley March 4, 2009
A life without children will never have the same laughter and noise in it. Anonymous
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Humanity
Today I wanted to contemplate over someone else's amazing work.
This Poem really makes me ponder how I judge others.
"There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat
Nor hurl the cynic's ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I see from my house by the side of the road
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife,
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man."
--Sam Walter Foss
Does feeling unified with all of Humanity change your view on mankind's existence?
I'd be interested to hear your comments.
Chelsea Merkley
Dec. 7, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Divine Freedom
It is the end of the term and my brain is beginning to be frazzled.
My husband and I entertained the idea of going to Italy or France for a few days or a week to unwind.
Therefore, this is the poem which came from those feelings.
Today I want to run away.
Flying through the pain.
Above the sorrow and Tribulation.
Wandering to an Island of Dreams
Where I receive divine salvation.
Pondering beauty, love and peace. Given to us without cease.
Given the life of ease that is sure to please.
Learn, laugh and love.
Soar free like a pure, white dove.
Chelsea Merkley
Nov. 14, 2011
My husband and I entertained the idea of going to Italy or France for a few days or a week to unwind.
Therefore, this is the poem which came from those feelings.
Today I want to run away.
Across the Field of dreams.
Revelling in the get away;
Of my childhood schemes.
Flying through the pain.
Above the sorrow and Tribulation.
Wandering to an Island of Dreams
Where I receive divine salvation.
Pondering beauty, love and peace. Given to us without cease.
Given the life of ease that is sure to please.
Learn, laugh and love.
Soar free like a pure, white dove.
Chelsea Merkley
Nov. 14, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Godliness
When I am a Goddess, then will I be clean?
Or do I wait until the world invents me a cleaning machine?
Do I wait until the next world to become the Queen of a Perfectly Pristine Palace?
Are the streets of Heaven lined with Maids and Housekeepers?
Or are there majestically beautiful Golden Road Sweepers?
Is there Magic that makes it always spotless in Heaven?
Wouldn't it be neat to see if these queries were true?
I'd be happy to wait and I bet so would you!
Chelsea Merkley
- September 6, 2011
Or do I wait until the world invents me a cleaning machine?
Do I wait until the next world to become the Queen of a Perfectly Pristine Palace?
Are the streets of Heaven lined with Maids and Housekeepers?
Or are there majestically beautiful Golden Road Sweepers?
Is there Magic that makes it always spotless in Heaven?
Wouldn't it be neat to see if these queries were true?
I'd be happy to wait and I bet so would you!
Chelsea Merkley
- September 6, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
A Brighter Future
A Brighter Future
Silver wishes roam, from my heavenly home—
Where my father sits on his majestic throne!
Pure, sweet angels guard me with love.
The Holy Ghost descends and soars in my heart, like a dove.
Pain and sorrow give me hope for a better tomorrow.
Precious children of God; What I wouldn’t do to meet you someday.
Even if it’s after this life: and far away.
This hope I have within me—like a fire will never dim!
Your possibilities surround me and reach inside my skin!
Today I’ll pray and fast for you my future child!
Someday I’ll see you with the help of the meek and mild!
Chelsea Merkley
July 14, 2011
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