Fred the Talking Sign

As I watch my friends with film

They dared me to do a silly thing

To go to a sign, to pick any one

Start talking and going like it was alive

I looked and I found a solitary sign

Red on the front, spray-painted over

I went with the rules, I knocked and I talked

I thought it was silly but I wanted friends

I started with questions, then said my own name

Gesturing madly to make up for the lack

Then a male voice said deep out of nowhere

Hi! My name is Fred.

I jumped and I screamed, to hear such a thing

I looked at my friends to see who it was

But they were all gone I guess they were scared

Who could it have been that had spoken to me?

The deep voice continued, it pleaded I stay

I looked for the person who had spoken to me

No one appeared, until then I saw

The spray-paint before was really a face!

I was so shocked I had not a word

But the sign said that he was a friend

He claimed to be lonely without any soul

No one around would talk so to him.

Warily sitting, I thought and I smiled

Maybe this could be fun if I try

I started to speak and I learned who Fred was

We soon were friends like the sign said

When I remembered that he was a sign

I stopped and thought of what I should do

No one believes in talking stop signs

Still I would like to keep being friends

I’ll return to my friend and open my mind

No matter what others may think of me

I’ll sit on the road and talk to my Fred

I have a friend to keep for awhile

If God Had A Facebook

Who can count the grains of sand

Lying on the beach?

Who can see the universe

And see the planets each

I know God knows me

I’m a grain of sand

On a tiny planet

I am just one hand

If God had a Facebook

I would be his friend

Facebook might just break

His friends would never end

God can see the universe

He knows us one and all

If he were on Facebook

My cares would come up small

Every day on Facebook

Drama holds the reins

There are those who comfort

Others know their pains

Fights may start on Facebook

Even in the home

Crying eyes and sometimes more

Thoughts that grow and roam

But with God on Facebook

Troubles may just cease

He would ever listen

He would give me peace

Even without Facebook

God is really there

If we simply turn to him

If we share a prayer

Fred The Sign

I walked to a sign for a silly dare
Dancing and walking, without a care
I knocked on the sign, wondering why
My friends thought it funny, as I started with "Hi"
And so I kept talking, with laughs all around
For laughter was fun, a wonderful sound
I asked the sign questions, like what was it's name
Then suddenly jumped when my responses all came
The sign started speaking! It said it was Fred
A lonely young sign, or so the sign said
The laughter was gone, my friends ran away
I turned and I looked, then heard the sign say
"Will you not stay and talk with me more?
Though you're just one, and once there was four,"
And so I did stay, and talked with the sign
Next to the road, I sat for a time
Thoughtfully there, as the sun dimmed to dark
I thought of the day, and what was the mark?
Just what effect had it all had?
Thinking of this, I began to be sad
No one would care, or think this was true
Who could I tell? Could I even tell you?
Today had been good, completely, all new
Not the first thing to think I'd go through
But maybe that helped in making it good
I think that young Fred was gladly understood
And still I do go to the road with this sign
I talk with young Fred, on days that are fine
Always it's fun, and always I'll smile
I have a friend, to talk all the while.

Background Story:
I was very upset at my friends for having told me that I was writing too much depressed poetry, and I was determined to show them that I could write something that was not depressed. I tried for awhile to think of an idea of something silly, random, and fun that could not in any way be seen as "depressed". The idea of talking to a sign, like a stop sign, had been sitting in my head for about a week, but I could not get myself to pick up a pen and start writing. However, once I had started writing, there was no stopping. It almost felt as if I wasn't writing this poem, that it was writing itself. I was merely the conduit whereby words could be written on the paper. I came up with rhymes that fit, the words kept going, the story unfolding. This poem is one of my favorites ever because it feels so unreal.

Broken Glass

Broken shards, broken glass
Pain in life that will not pass
When in life we've fallen down
Who will come to lift our frown?
To lift us from our sorry state?
Such trials which come as if by fate
When we fall and skin our knee
Would you help? Or just stand free?
Would you lift us simply to stand?
A simple thing so high in demand
When we have fallen to the ground
We want help that we hope is found
But often for naught our hopes will be
Throughout all eternity
We do feel forgotten and lost
We have fallen, and now are tossed
Upon waves of stormy sea
Sea of life it seems to be
With all of life so sad and down
Won't you try to lift our frown?
All we ask for you to be
Is just a friend-oh can't you see?
The answer true it's always there
Though you feel all life's not fair
But with a friend you can conquer all!
Even when sometimes you fall
The broken glass within your soul
It will leave, to make you whole
Because true friends will heal your heart
And surely will never from you part
They'll be there to the very end
And when you fall-lift you up again

Background Story:
When I wrote this poem, I was originally frustrated at my friends for the latest argument they were in. They were best friends, and yet, they were fighting. Again. I didn't know what to do about it, and I was very upset about their silly argument. However, as I wrote this poem, I began to feel better about their argument. I felt at peace that the argument would soon be over, and that everything would work out. Somehow, this poem turned from a poem of frustration to a poem about how I knew that I could depend on my friends.