Poem: Just For What It Is

Posted by strive4impact on June 03, 2013 09:38 PM

Just For What It Is
by Jonathan Kraft
Written 3. June, 2008

It’s become more difficult
to take the time
to capture the moment
and appreciate the thing
just for what it is.

But in not taking the time…
The tumultuous tale we weave
catches us, spins us forward
carried on a wave
of a giant colony of little critters
through an ever rolling, flowing, billow of movement
The movement which requires the thought
“What is it? What does it do?
What purpose does it serve?
My time is so short.
I can not afford the time
if it doesn’t do something
that I can measure right now.”

It
The choral melodrama created on an expert violin
It
A moth sippling nectar from a flower bud
It
Orange blossom sunrises
It
Sun shining on waving fields of grass
It
The stillness of a country night

“What does it do?”

What it does
The movement is the intangible
It is a tool to aid the soul
The soul which uses the moment
to be nurtured
as we move through this finite space
we call life.

Poem: Even Ice Cream

Posted by strive4impact on June 02, 2013 01:46 AM

Even Ice Cream
by Jonathan Kraft

Going to school, you’ll learn lessons that will stick:
Science, reading, and writing, and some arithmetic.
And good grades are important, That’s definitely true,
but grades are a small part of what makes you, you.

You have talents and ideas and friends and gadgets
and family and interests and hobbies and secrets.

And so, if sometimes things don’t go your way,
know that any day can be any kind of day.

You get to decide what you want to be good at.
Some people decide that “good enough” is just that.
But you can be anything you want to be.
Just decide what you want and go after it fully.

Learn everything about everything you want to know.
The great thing about life is there are many ways to go.
And dream big, for everything was once someone’s dream:
castles, printed books, and even ice cream.

Let your mind think all the amazing ideas it’s got.
Dream about things not one person’s ever thought.
Then take your dreams, make them something you can see…
draw them into a plan, and get busy as a bee.

Write the plan down, make it sing or make it rhyme:
planning anything worthwhile takes some time.
And once you have all your plans perfectly clear,
move ahead with your actions. Go through any fear.

And always remember that life gives us all
more than just one chance to go to the ball.
We get to mess up and learn when we fail.
To fail is just an action and is part of your tale.

The tale of a journey that brought a shining star,
would be incredibly boring if it hadn’t come so far.
If chapter 1 said “everything’s fine!” and chapter 2 said “that’s true.”
And chapter 3 said “still fine,” then chapter 4 might bore you.

So embrace the struggle and learn to go again,
the only trial that matters is the final win.
You just have to come back each time that you lose.
Learn, think, and apply, and pay your dues.

See all of your dreams before they are actually real.
In your mind’s eye, make them things that you can feel.
Make  your picture real, before it appears so.
That’s the secret to everywhere you want to go.

Poem: A Wedding Blessing

Posted by strive4impact on June 01, 2013 12:51 PM

Carrie tells me that nearly 50% of all weddings happen in June.

As it is the beginning of the month, I hope you can use the following blessing for someone you know who is getting married or celebrating an anniversary this month.

Feel free to use my words while keeping my byline included. Thank-you!

A Wedding Blessing

by Jonathan Kraft

Some advice to offer, as two become one:
Be brave and be bold in the way that you show
the truth of the depth of your feelings inside
It will sometimes be hard, but you must always grow

Become more together than you would be alone
Stand tall and stand strong in support
Be joyous in experience, be quick to embrace…
Be a ship coming home to it’s port.

Value the greatness inside one another
Appreciate and respect who you are
Be proud of your whole relationship
And share your love everywhere, near and far

Marriage is about giving more than you take,
Remember to give eachother lots of love,
Work on the big things, work through the small things
You are sent to each other from heaven above.

Poem: The Men Came

Posted by strive4impact on May 26, 2013 01:05 AM

May 26, 1996 and Jonathan is 16, distraught at the 350 year old, old growth forest that has been cleared to make way for E-470 at Smoky Hill Road.

The Men Came
by Jonathan Kraft

The men came
to take down
the trees.
It is not that
they want to,
(At least I hope that it isn’t.)
It’s merely their job.

So this is what it comes down to,
People who don’t understand
And care
even less?
They come with their
saws, their equipment, and
their attitude of ignorance
and indifference.
They don’t understand,
They don’t care,
And it’s sad.
If they’d open their eyes
past the ignorance and indifference,
they would not take their bow to the trees,
but instead would bow to the trees.

It has become appallingly clear
That our technology
has surpassed our humanity
and that perfection cannot
be classified as perfection
because when it is,
it ceases to be.

Poem: The Cricket March

Posted by strive4impact on May 21, 2013 01:03 AM

It is May 21, 1996 and Jonathan is 16

The Cricket March
by Jonathan Kraft

The winter is over
and now the crickets have returned.

They march not in columns or lines,
but they all march to the same tune.

They have no drums, or trumpet fanfares.

Yet they all march to the same
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!

Poem: May 20, 1996

Posted by strive4impact on May 20, 2013 12:58 AM

It is May 20, 1996 and Jonathan is 16. 

Construction crews have, in 2 days, cleared a 350-400 year old, old growth forest, to make way for the highway at E-470 and Smoky Hill.

The Coyotes are howling in a way that Jonathan has never heard them howl before.

May 20, 1996
by Jonathan Kraft

The coyotes howl

They howl for the trees

that were cut off today

by people

who understand nothing,

and care even less.

Remember the spider?

The one in the scale?

My brother just used the bug spray.

I listen to the coyotes howl
and enjoy it to the fullest.
For I know I will miss it
when they are gone.

Poems from 18th May, 2008

Posted by strive4impact on May 18, 2013 10:11 PM

18. May, 2008 Poems
by Jonathan Kraft

You
Waiting patiently
For me
to discover the man
you already see
The man who walks passionately
The one I’m meant to be.

———-

It seems so sad
that good ideas
are so difficult
to really put into play
and to make them be
as big as they can be
takes absolutely everything
a person has inside theirself
to make it big…

And in giving everything
there’s no guarantee
that it will lead
to big things.

But giving everything
should just be the way
that life is lived.

Thunder does not ask people
to be shocked from the noise…
thunder just thunders
because that’s what thunder does.
So what do I do?
What would I die to do?

Poem: Let’s Eat Ice Cream

Posted by strive4impact on May 18, 2013 09:06 PM

Someone hired me to write this poem for them.

Here is the information I was given in order to write this poem.

okay the poem is a love poem…

it has to be a modern day version of the passionate shepherd to his love (the passionate shepherd to his love by Christopher Marlowe)
basically a love poem but has to be appropriate
it has to have a
a) An appropriate title
b) 4 stanzas with rhyme scheme
c) Alliteration, similes and any other figures of speech that you would like to include
d) references to activities that are common for your generation era and society

so i will be writing the poem from my point of view about asking my love to come maybe have an ice cream with me? for a funny poem because this is how modern day is now

And here is the poem I wrote.

Let’s Eat Ice Cream

by Jonathan Kraft

When we are texting on the phone
It simply can’t be overblown
The love I know you feel for me
Obvious when my phone lights up shiny

But I can not feel your hug through this
and unlike Spiderman’s famous kiss
I can not hang upside dow’
Weaving wild webs of wow

But come with me – let’s eat ice cream
I’ll make it like a heavenly dream.
I’ll care for you all of our days.
I’ll even go to shows and sappy plays…

And even if they’re sad chick flicks
I’ll let you choose and have your pick.
So let’s be together, I promise ’twill be fun.
Together we’ll drive into the setting sun.

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Poem: A Mountain Of Thought

Posted by strive4impact on May 17, 2013 07:32 AM

by Jonathan Kraft

Written 17. May, 2005

A mountain of thought is what I have got
And I’m thinking I can be much more than I currently am
I seek and I search
Even looking in a church
Ultimately finding that there is no good or bad.
There is just “I am.”

I am hope because I hope for all
I am game, filling hours playing games
I am love, reaching out to those around
I am sex, because I think about sex

I am desire for I desire so much more
I am money as I focus on its attainment
I am truth as the only lie I truly tell is the lie I tell to me
I am sadness, as I see what the fear creates

I am dreams, turning sleeping dreams into waking reality
I am light, bringing light to the world
I am strength, striving to be true to my strength
I am the search, searching to find my calling.

To personally know,
all that can show,
and how fast
can an hour go by,
or a day,
or a year,
or a lifetime go by.
And good, or bad, is less relevant – - what is relevant is why.
Why do we want peace?
Why do we want love?
Why do we want respect?
Why do we want faith?
Why do we want hope?

Because they form the foundation,
which forms the individual,
which forms the society,
which forms the strength of the nation.

And what we are filling our minds with
is not faith, hope, love, peace, or respect.

As a result,
the strength of the nation
is shaken to the foundation.

We must rediscover why, not just what.

Poem: By the Beach

Posted by strive4impact on May 16, 2013 09:05 PM

By the Beach

by Jonathan Kraft

This was a poem I wrote in response to the following request (he actually asked for 2 poems… one will be published in a couple of days):