Humanity’s Book

Read people like you would a page
Not as a character or empty thing,
But as an author themselves
Of an entire library

Find the story beneath, the twist in the plot
But never skim through the soul
It is there that beauty is found

Read cover to cover, crease the spine
See each human with words
And give language to they that have none
Turn up the volume, give them a voice

Speak against another fiction
And live to create truth and wisdom
Search the world until you have an answer

Voice the questions and demand righteousness
Never bend backwards, only forwards with fight
Emptiness comes from science,
Fullness comes from true discovery

There is no mystery
Where you dare to show your heart
Like a beautiful whisper in a strange and vivid dream

Explore, wander and travel through time
To discover what lies between poetry and prose
Fight the old emptiness, escape from the drama
Discover good and then begin again.

~N. Mollenhauer

Wandering Hearts

Poetry would turn
Old questions into a story

Like a favourite book
Discover the answer

Use the magic of life
To imagine and amuse

Whisper why
Create love

No empty romance
Or longing soul

Travel happy
You are almost here

~N. Mollenhauer

Fight for Truth

Some people live
A difficult mystery
With no full voice
To give answers

When you explore the fiction
To find true wisdom,
Write a new page
To tell another story

When you delve beneath the drama
And search against time
Every step will ask
An old question about this world

And fulfil a new dream
To create beauty and hope
For each human life
By fighting for the truth

~N. Mollenhauer

Whisperings

Create volume
Between hearts
Amuse a wandering character

Live a long
Beautiful life to
Discover more questions

Crack open to enter
A favourite romance
With no empty plot

Love some soul
Never turn back
And the story will be good

~Naomi Mollenhauer

A Strange Library of Wisdom

Desire the world
Give sad descriptions

Never use 'good'
After poetry
But show mystery instead

Begin to imagine
Write a first book

But escape under
These dog-like
Epic dreamings

Through every story
Never say "Why me?"

But rather live
And give wisdom
Through poetry

~Naomi Mollenhauer

How People Come To Know

With wisdom
Time and truth

Escape beneath mystery
To plot vivid dramas

Fight description
And inspire character

Explore human difficulty
and laugh another day

Find a dream
The hero is there

Desire language
And search for a voice

Always speak about
A beautiful world

~Naomi Mollenhauer

The Joy of Reading

~Escape Description~

Enter through dreams
The vivid world
Of a timely book
Create, but explore
Imagine, laugh, search and wander
in magic truth

Travel to another wisdom
Where whispering is how voices speak.
A beautiful soul will inspire
So discover mystery, romance and drama.

This language fight
Is to be loved.

The Science of Travel

Wander the world at will
Find stranger and more vivid truths
See first, and then
Follow another magic-filled dream

Amuse me
Search no soul too long
Through a voice, find an adventure
Or speak poetry to inspire

Escape and discover
Turn above the volume
Take an almost-day
And make it a full-day

Step out to explore
Question a heart
Be difficult

~Naomi Mollenhauer

A Little Rhyme

Once upon a time

I wrote a little rhyme.

What else was I to do

As I sat and waited for you?

          (N. Mollenhauer)

Poem: Children

Children

There are children who are crying

And there are children who are dying

There are children who are laughing

And there are children who are playing.

No matter who or where they are,

Children everywhere are saying:

Hold my hand, hug me tight

Let me be a child at heart

See me, smile at me,

Never let me leave your sight

There are children who are silenced

And there are children who are scared

There are children who are clothed

And there are children who are fed.

No matter who or where they are,

Children everywhere are saying:

Hold my hand, hug me tight

Let me be a child at heart,

See me, smile at me,

Never let me leave your sight.

          (N. Mollenhauer).

Two Poems: Part 1-A Brand New Day

A BRAND NEW DAY

From behind the distant mountains,

a glorious sight appears,

First faintly, and then brighter as light spills forth.

The sky fills with colour, the world is full of light.

A fresh new morning, in a sparkling fresh world.

Birds sing joyfully, trees sway gently in the breeze,

flowers nod cheerfully as each welcomes a brand new day.

Trees wave gracefully and the grass rustles softly,

Dew sparkles like the riches jewels, the world is filled with colour.

The air is fresh, and whole new day awaits you,

filled with surprises and new adventures.

To think, the Almighty Creator made this day 

Now what will you fill it with?

Two Poems: Part 2-Sunset

SUNSET

The sun is setting, far beyond the trees,

The light is dimming,

There blows a gentle breeze,

The colours fade, the day is gone,

Sunflowers nod their heads in farewell,

Trees whisper softly, "All is well."

Birds sing sweetly, cicadas hum and crickets chirp,

Time is short, as the day draws to a close,

Night is here, and today is gone forever,

But tomorrow holds all the hope for the future.

The Pieces of my Heart are Scattered all Abroad

If I come across distant, or seem just a little odd
Its 'cause the pieces of my heart are scattered all abroad.

Please give me time before you judge
And realize that I'm not myself;
Not wholly present, or fully here
But deficient in emotional wealth.

Each country that I visit, each name I memorize
Each place I dare to call my home, each face I recognize
Has taken a part, large or small, which I never can reclaim
Not that different from any of you, just not the same.

Each piece was freely given,
whether consciously or not,
To request them back would be far worse
Than to abide with them apart.

The strain its left on me is hardest to explain...
It kinda hurts, I'm a little sore, not worthy to complain
Cautious to become attached with my heart in short supply
Not my will or fault when you become more attached than I.

Not torn or broken or shattered
Just spread-out and dull and scattered
Dear God, I give you what's left to own,
For You and Your Glory alone.

Please allow me Your strength to love, oh God,
for the pieces of my heart are scattered all abroad.

A Poem From A Pre-Service Teacher

All that a teacher can be      ~Naomi M, March 2011

A teacher can be a friend, a mentor and guide

They can motivate, inspire and bring great ideas to mind

To every question, there is always an answer

Some may be dull, but others much fancier. 

Teachers can discipline, give knowledge and hope
But they also can laugh at any good joke.
Nothing is wasted, even when done in haste
And life CAN be loved, albeit fast-paced.

A teacher can drink coffee, something stronger, or tea,

To help it appear, that phased they won’t be.

Worksheets, assignments and forms all wait to be filled

In a pile as high as a Great Pyramid.

All teachers’ ears are attuned to the bell
And it when it resounds, they all run pell-mell.
They carry many a pen, piece of paper and book,
And have perfected the art of the infamous ‘look.’

Teacher can strike fear in the hearts of those who are late

But in spite of this, they haven’t left all to fate.

They work endless hours and daydream of sleep.

Give all they have without falling in a heap.

Teachers know all that is worth knowing at all
And if students don’t learn it, their destined to fall.
There’s seemingly nothing a teacher can’t do
They’ll do all they can just to get students through.

This may be a dream and perhaps I’m insane.

But without high ideals, will anything change?

I know I’m naive, but surely it’s true

That teaching is far more than just a job to do.

It’s all about caring, and sharing and giving
Definitely not for those just after a good living!
For the good of society and to make the world better
That’s why we do it, when it’s taken down to the letter.

So stop and reflect on the future you want to see

And you will discover all that a teacher can be.