The Potter

A potter takes a ball of clay and works it in his hands,
He wonders what to create, he kneads, and sifts like sand,
He slaps it on his wheel and begins to spin and spin,
Soften and preparing for a master piece to begin.

He looks around his little shop at his poetry galore,
He smiles at it tenderly, as the kiln begins to roar
His head turns from the kiln memories come in,
He turns back to his work and tugs at his lips a grin.

The many times he'd been here in his little quiet shop,
The time he ruined a batch of pots, the time the glaze was glop,
The sad times and the glad times, throughout his happy life,
The times the rim of the pot was as Sharp as his knife,

He was happy with each pot he made each perfect and messed-up,
He had a memory with each he loved them down to a cup,
He thought about the time he had bought the pottery wheel,
The first time he'd spun it, He remembered it gave him a thrill

There had been times pottery took the back seat,
With finances and family, it wasn't always first treat,
He sighed to think of times oh so long ago,
When he had entered in that big pottery show.

It was that show that first began his love for pottery,
Money got in the way of his dream he needed a lottery,
But not to fear,he went with love and dreams anyway,
Through trials and hard ships he'd made it 'till today.

He had his knowledge of the world and science and art,
Most of all his pottery a talent he'd worked on since start,
His son now was a Potter his daughter collected it too,
He'd help it go on and on to generations a new.

Was he satisfied with all he'd done?
Was he ready to move on?
Had he done something great?
If not was it too late?

Had he used his talent for righteousness,
Was he devoted to God?
He loved and feared the lord in lightness,
Was he kind to all with flaw?

He pondered his life from start 'till now,
And was proud of it some how,
He wasn't perfect, but he could say,
He'd walked God's chosen way.

He released his joyful heart through his pottery,
He made it bright and happy perhaps to hold candy,
He loved what he did, and he loved what he made
Who else could be happier? Whats more, he gave.

As he finished the pot upon the wheel and layed it gently aside,
He wiped his hands upon his apron, and cast about his eyes,
Preparing to glaze and finish the pot just as God finishes each of us,
We should be as a pot and let our Potter help and guide and fuss.

For God can help us become perfect even if we don't look the part,
God sees all of us perfectly each sour, spicy and tart,
He can help us become perfect on the inside so deep
Let us each be like a Potter so humble and so meek

Love the Lord and the talents he give us,
Use the for righteous purposes,
I'm happy with my talets, not really any for art :)
But I can do what I can do and work with happy heart.

I will be contented with all that I can do,
I will be kind to all, find not fault through and through,
I will guide the troubled soul, I will always do my part,
Follow God's rules all ready like a chart

Follow the commandments, fulfill my mission complete,
I will be like a Potter, Humble, kind and meek.

~Dassia

UP

The word UP is very confusing,

But cool so please stop refusing,

In here I will tell you all the it means,

and all that it does, quite amusing.

 

We could call our friend UP

Then say to our friend whats UP?.

We look UP at fire works,

And clouds and overworks.

In the morning we get UP.

We can get our hopes UP,

Sometimes the prices come UP,

We might even brighten our room UP.

 

Being dressed UP is special,

It makes you feel celestial,

For lunch lets warm UP leftovers,

Straiten UP your shoulders

 

We could clean UP the kitchen

Lock UP the house,

go UP for election

kick out that mouse!

 

At a meeting why does a topic come UP?

and why did we decided,

that it's UP to the Secretary to write, UP a report

and make sure no one is misguided.

 

Some of the last things I could think UP,

We stir UP trouble,

Line UP for tickets,

Work UP an appetite,

And Think UP excuses,

so no one looses.

-Dassia

If You Go, You Can See

Oh the places you'll go, Oh the things you could see!
If you climb the trunk of a evergreen tree!
The things you will see, the things you will see.
Evergreen, evergreen, evergreen tree.

The things that you see, a glorious affect,
New worlds with new things, no one to reject,
Love, no hate, everything is correct,
When you look down it seems, complete, and perfect!

Oh the places you'll go, Oh the things you could see!
If you travel the world (If you do please bring me!)
You could see! You could see! How much you could see!
If you travel the world, and please, please, bring me!

You'd see new instruments some big and some small,
You'd see new creatures come one come all,
You'd see golden castles so big and so tall,
With big bright gold sunbeams, hear the birds call!

Oh, the places you'll go, Oh the things you could see!
If you climb to high places, where you feel you could be,
Like a bird in the sky flying high above a tree.
Just climb to high places, and you'll find the key.

Just what would you see? Amazing lands a-new,
Where everyone smiles happily, no one feels too blue,
They sing and dance joyfully, and tell all the good news,
In what a happy place they live, I want to live there too.

Oh the places you'll go, Oh the things you could see!
If you be everything that you know you should be,
If you choose the right choices, the whole way along,
You feel right so quickly, you'll find where you'll belong!
-Dassia