Told you I could do it

So I am now posting for the 2nd day in a row. I told myself I could do it. Today has been a fairly good day. I have a prospective job opportunity to babysit part time for the Johnson Family. Hopefully that will work out and maybe I can find some other baby sitting jobs as well. 

Well anyway here is the revised poem. 

When the Music Plays

When the music plays, 

The world just seems to fade.

When the music plays, 

Everything has flown away.

When the music plays, 

All my problems are striped away.

When the music plays, 

It seems like a brand new day.

When the music plays, 

Nothing feels quite the same.

When the music plays, 

Everything is like a dream. 

When the music plays, 

I just seem to float away.

When the music plays, 

The wind is like a shimmering cloak.

When the music plays, 

Time seems to stand still.

When the music plays, 

I know everything will be well.

When the music plays,

All my problems aren’t there.

When the music plays, 

I don’t have a single care.

Kayla Goodwin

May 26, 2009

As for this next poem it is a historical poem. I think it is still a little childish. It might be a challenge to fix. I think I will keep parts of it, but others are going to be trashed. It will be interesting to see where this one goes. Just another cool thing about the revision process. This poem doesn't have a date on it I guess I slipped up on that on this particular poem. Oh well. 

Trail of Tears and Fears

They call it the trail of tears,
But I call it the trail of fears.
The pain, the sorrow; oh the horror.
How could we do such horrid?

The ground was damp from all the tears.
The air was filled with all the fears.
The people tripped over the dead
As they walked with such dread.

Oh, the trail of tears.
Oh, the trail of fears.
The pain and sorrow
That caused such horror.

They walked along past the mighty Mississippi,
Through all the tears, fears, and all the sick.
They walked day to night and night to day.
Through rain, sleet, snow, and all sorts of weather.

Oh, the trail of tears.
Oh, the trail of fears.
The pain and sorrow
That caused such a horror.

Oh, the trail of tears and fears!

Kayla Goodwin

Until next time...keep writing. 

Posting along

Well I didn't post yesterday, but at least I'm posting today. That is a new record for me I think. 

So here is the revised version of the last poem. 

When the Sun Comes

When the sun comes back out,

Then perhaps I'll no longer cry at night.

When the sun comes back out,

Then perhaps there will be joy again.

When the sun comes back out,

Then perhaps I will sing again.

When the sun comes back out,

Then perhaps I will laugh more.

When the sun comes back out,

Then my life will be changed.

When the sun comes back out,

Then your face I will see.

But only when the sun comes!

Kayla Goodwin

May 26, 2009

This next poem is one that actually got published in my churches newsletter when I was younger. It was the first poem that I ever got published. If I remember correctly there were a few lines that got messed up in the publishing process and I was a little upset about it, but what can you do? 

When the Music Plays

When the music plays, the world just seems to fade.

When the music plays, everything has flown away.

When the music plays, all my problems are striped away.

When the music plays, it seems like a brand-new day.

When the music plays, nothing is quiet the same.

When the music plays, everything is like a dream.

When the music plays, I just seem to float away.

When the music plays, the winds like a shimmering cloak.

When the music plays, time seems to stand still.

When the music plays, I know everything will be well.

When the music plays, all my problems aren't  there.

When the music plays, I don’t have a single care.

When the music plays.

Kayla Goodwin

January 9, 2004

Every day I am feeling better and better. I got my sutures out today and I have to say my mouth is starting to feel better. Hopefully soon I will be back to normal. I have been taking less and less of Tylenol. That is a good thing. At least it feels good to not have as much pain. 

Well until next time... Keep on writing. 

Finnally feeling up to posting again

So I am finally starting to feel like myself again. I am still in some pain, but it goes away after I take tylenol or ibuprofen. I get my stitches out on Tuesday and then I will hopefully really feel like myself. So here is the rivised version of Shine Like a Star.

Shine Like a Star

Shine like a star no matter who you are!

Be brave;

 Stand tall.

Face your problems big or small.

Belive in your dreams in order to achieve.

Shine like a star no matter where you are!

Fly up to the sky.

Be yourself and soar high.

Play your music; 

Never be queit.

Be all you can be.

Shine like a star no matter who or where you are!

Kayla Goodwin

May 23, 2009

So like I have stated before this poem book is full of revisions. It is something I wish I had continued, but never did. I always revise some poems more than others, but there are those that I just write and ignore. I think that is why I am so glad I started this blog. I am aware that it is not a popular blog, but now I am realizing that being popular is not important. I don't want to be popular, I just want to accomplish my goal. I think that is more important. So anyway here is the new poem. 

When the Sun Comes

When the sun comes back out,

Then maybe I won't cry at night.

When the sun comes back out,

Then maybe there will be joy again.

When the sun comes back out,

Then maybe I will sing.

When the sun comes back out,

Maybe I will laugh more.

When the sun comes back out,

Then my life will be changed.

When the sun comes back out,

Then your face I will see.

But only when the sun comes!

Kayla Goodwin

January 7, 2004

I will try to post tomorrow or Monday. Until then keep on writing. 

Still at it

First off I have to say that I must pat myself on the back for keeping on with this. Second I will most likely only have 1 more post this week. I am getting my wisdom teeth removed on Tuesday so it will be a while before I can post. Partly because of the surgery and partly because of the good drugs I will be on. But I will try to post tomorrow.  I don't know how long it will be before I feel like posting again. I hope it isn't too long. 

So anyway here is the newly revised poem. I found that I didn't want to change the words much just wanted to change the stanza form. so here it is...

When Spring Comes

When spring comes the flowers bloom,

the birds sing and gone is gloom. 

When spring comes the snow fades, 

out come the tress and the cool shade.

When spring comes winter is gone,

 here in the night and gone with the dawn.

When spring comes the sun shines,

 over the lakes and in the mines.

When springs comes it seems as if you could fly, 

with the birds in the sky.

When spring comes your worries fade, 

as you sit in the cool shade.

When spring comes the music plays, 

it starts at the beginning of the first day.

When spring comes sit in the cool shade,

 and listen to natures music play.

Kayla Goodwin

May 17, 2009

So here is the next poem. I have to say that it is hard to tell where a poem is in its final draft in this notebook because I would go back and revise a poem and it could be like 5 or more pages after the first draft. So sometimes it takes me a while to find the "next" poem.

Shine Like a Star

Shine like a star no matter who you are!

Be brave; stand tall.

Face your problems big and small.

Belive in your dreams so you can achieve.

Shine like a star no matter where you are!

Fly up to the sky.

Be yourself and soar high.

Play your music; never be queit.

Be all you can be.

Shine like a star no matter who and where you are!

Kayla Goodwin 

January 2, 2004

So as I have already stated, hopefully I will post tomorrow. I will try my hardest. But now I need to go to church. 

New Notebook

So I have finished the last notebook. So on to another. I don't know if this the very next one I started, I highly doubt it, but at least I know I started this one when I was in 8th grade. So at least it is somewhat in chronological order. 

So here is the revised version of the last poem.

The Journey

I have traveled this road before.

Its path is well trodden.

I know how to get back home.

This is a familiar experience,

Yet does that make it right?

I have climbed this mountain before,

I have reached the peak many times.

I know where to put my feet and hands.

This is a familiar experience,

Yet does that make it right?

I have never seen this road before.

Its path is rough and rocky.

I am far away from home, I'm lost!

It is a new challenge,

Yet does that make it right?.

I have never climbed this mountain.

The peak seems so high.

I can't find footholds and handholds.

This is a new challenge,

Yet does that make it right?

What makes an experience worth while?

Is it one you have already had?

Or a new one?

What is correct?

What is a journey?

Kayla Goodwin

May 14, 2009

So here is the first entry of the notebook. This notebook has 170 poems. A long time ago I gathered all my poetry notebooks and counted all the poems I had. I then wrote how many were in each one and so this one has 170. So we may be on this notebook for a while. Of course I may not revise all of them. There are some I can't do because it is hard enough to read them. Some of the poems in here were written when I was going through a tough time in my life and I don't think they should be revised anyway. They are to emotional to touch. 

So anyway here is the first poem. 

When Spring Comes

When spring comes the flowers bloom,the birds sing and gone is gloom. 

When spring comes the snow fades, out come the tress and the cool shade.

When spring comes winter is gone, here in the night and gone with the dawn.

When spring comes the sun shines, over the lakes and in the mines.

When springs it seems as if you could fly, with the birds in the sky.

When spring comes your worries fade, as you sit in the cool shade.

When spring comes the music plays, it starts at the bigging of the first day.

When spring comes sit in the cool shade, and listen to natures music play.

Kayla Goodwin

January 1, 2003

Old poem, new title.

So the last old poem I posted took a different turn in the revision process. I guess that happens at times. It still has part of the old poem, but I like the new version. So here it is. 

The Pianist

(Originally titled:

 The Music Plays)

The music plays,

Do you hear it?

Can you hear it?

The hammers in the piano hit the strings,

The strings vibrate. Do you see them?

The pianist's fingers hit the ivory keys,

The hammer hits the strings. Do you see it?

The music plays,

Do you hear it?

Can you hear it?

How does he do it? His fingers dance across the keys,

The hammer and strings move with him. Do you see it?

The pianist's knows how to make the keys sing.

The hammer and strings move with his hands. Do you see them?

The music plays.

Do you see it?

Do you feel it?

Do you hear it?

Kayla Goodwin

May 7, 2009

I think I will play with this some more. It is still not where I want it to be. I feel like this could be a really cool poem, but I just am not sure where I want it to go. I know that it isn't where it wants to go, but I have to find that place. Sometimes an idea knows where it's destination is before I do. Funny how that is. I can't really explain it, but I have experienced it many times. 

So now on to the old poem. I think this is the last poem I will post from my seventh grade poetry book. The others are just really odd, not good enough, or feel like it is a lost cause. I can feel when a poem has potential and the "rejects" don't have it. I feel bad about it, but that is just how it is.

So here is the old poem. 

The Journey

I have traveled this road before.

Its path is well beaten.

I know where to turn off to get back.

But yet does that make it right?

I have climbed this mountain before,

I have reached the peak. 

I know where to put my feet and hands.

But yet does that make it right?

I have never seen this road before.

Its path is rough and rocky.

I am far away from home, I'm lost!

This is a new challenge.

I have never climbed this mountain.

The peak seems so high.

I can't find footholds and handholds.

This is a new challenge. 

Kayla Goodwin

I am going to try to update every day now that I am out of school for the summer. I really want to keep this blog up and not let it die. I really enjoy this. Some days it feels like a chore at first, but then I really get into it. Today was like that, but now I have a hopeful feeling about this journey I am taking.