Choose a poem:
Am I Cute or What?
New Landing
Evil Does as Evil Will
Wonders of the Night
The Tale
To DADA
Pups
Today
Remember...
The Gift that Keeps on Giving
Christmas Eve 2025
The Long Dark Road
I once knew...



Am I Cute Or What?
 

Little boy, so innocent so sweet.
Your eyes are like the blue waters of the sea
Water that reflects all the love you have like the sun
And though you're still ever so young
The happiness they show spans a lifetime.

Little boy, so playful so full of mischief.
Your hands are like branches of a tree
Always grabbing for the wind able to bring  music from it with the rustling.
Ever creating, ever building
Gently grasping my hand leading the way.

Little boy, so bright so smart
Your tiny mouth so full of teeth that never bite indiscriminately
It is your envoy for what is on your mind
Some words not so sweet, but never false in their meaning
Some words stronger, the ones you first learned, more loving still.

Little boy, so wonderful, so cute
Your heart is bigger than any will know
It holds all those things you keep dear
Mother, Father, friends and family
It is good to see that there is still room for me
your little sibling to be.

by:
Christine Schnell
8/4/96

New Landing
 

The world was dark
so far from the sun
the land was hard
touch down was rough
The air is thin
as I took in the alien sky
three moons and mountains high
below my feet unforgiving rock

Two meters from here
a darker world  still
a hole so deep and cleanly cut
natural it could not be

Peering deep inside
my lantern would not help
nor no pebble tossed in
no sound could be heard

Leaning further I could hear a moan
a flash of light I did not make
slime spurt in my face
it was the last thing I would see

by:
Christine Schnell
August, 1996

 


Evil Does as Evil Will
 

Monsters of every kind
coming together to rejoice
in the evil they will find
that comes not from their minds

Humans, lions, tigers, witches and warlocks
good beware when you hear them knock
each with their own abilities
will bring darkness from the light

A parade that would frighten any heart
singing and dancing their dangerous songs
only one thing is clear
Disney must be here.

by:
Christine Schnell
August, 1996

Wonders of the Night
 

Taken from her homeland
made aware of things to come
it was not fun being the only one
who would be the last of her kind

She grew up alone
given no toys
kept in a box
filled with noise

Of all the things she wanted
Only one mattered
She would see
her home again
even if it were shattered

Plagued by feelings
she didn't understand
she moved forward in life
with all control out of her hands

It was so until one night
as she lived in the dark
there was nothing of fright
that could make her run

This night began with a noise
one so loud it was nothing to enjoy
she scratched at the walls with
bleeding hands, pleading, screaming

There was no escape
from the fortified crate,
the sound she had heard
was her own heart break

She felt what she knew was the end
The screams of her family and friends
filled her mind and ripped it apart
as she tore at the box that would not bend

Blackness encased her
It soaked into her heart
she thought it was the end
but perhaps it was a start

She used the skills
that were thrown upon her
with a thought she was able to kill
those who had entrapped her

There was no satisfaction
no thought no feeling could bring
back her world and freedom
nothing ever would

The blood on her hands
no longer her own
Enslaved for eternity
All her hopes have flown

 Left all alone in the universe
In the darkness of the night
A wonderfully strong mind
never again to see the light.

by:
Christine Schnell
June, 1997

The Tale
 

There's always a tale to be told
From the days of old
Listen and you'll hear the wonders of life
Even when the world is in plight

Have you not heard?
Every day comes a new
challenge, the unknown
That's what we're here for
it is what you can not fight

There's always a lesson to be learned
With a tear or a laugh
When the day is through and the story ended
that's when we take what was given
and make it our own

In our dreams the truth comes
There we are free to fly, to swim,
to become what we will.
the answers are found there alone

Yet the moment we wake up
all is forgotten and we must start anew
one more song, one more rhyme
it's yet another chance to learn
and grow from the seeds we have planted

Dreams can be remembered.
Stories are captured in books.
Songs turn over and over in the mind.
Now and forever if we try, for
There's always hope
if we don't take life for granted

by:
Christine Schnell
October 1998

To DADA
 

 Light hearted he came to me
With a smile and outstretched hand
no malice did he bear
with a soft hand did he lift me up
his love overfilled my cup

"Life" he said, "Would never be complete
if you were not born unto this land.
There is no other that can match your fairness
your strength of heart or love
and your soul is as free as a dove."

The winter came and he held me tight
the summer blazed as he blocked the light
Gene, Daddy, Father;  They're all the same
It's his love for me that will forever remain.

by;
Christine Schnell
February 1998

Pups
 

If I were to give up my heart
I of course couldn't live
It is something of which I could not part
So why, oh why, should I?

Some would ask to remove a limb
I balk at the thought
And ask if they would on a whim
Not that easy is it?

Would you do it for money?
There is not enough in the world
What a silly question.
I'm not that kind of girl

What would it take
To convince you
I can't, I won't, I don't
Do these things

So how could one ask
Me to do something like this
It is such a hard task
To give up something so close

My dogs are my heaven
They are my pals
With them my heart is leaven
So sweet they are to me

They would give their life for me
I would do the same for them
They make my life full of glee
I will not give them up

So do not ask
Do not imply
Simply accept
And I won't die.

August, 1999
By;
Christine Schnell

Today
 

If there was a day
That I would call my own
It would be this one
For it's the best one.

There's no problems here
No one to yell and scream
Only the quiet of this room
And time to dream

There's the sounds of planes
But they're no harm
To the time of piece
And love and charm.

If I were to make it better
There's only one thing I could do
It's so clear to me now
I'd spend this time with you.

August, 1999
By;
Christine Schnell

Remember...
 

Remember what it was like to play?
Remember how we used to laugh?
Remember there was no black and white?
I haven't forgotten.

Remember the stars at night?
Remember the animals in the clouds?
Remember the stories we'd make up?
It was so long ago.

Remember the towering slide?
Remember leaving for the first day of school?
Remember the friendship we had?
It's always been with me.

Remember kick ball?
Remember being bullied?
Remember bullying right back?
That wasn't right.

Remember changing schools?
Remember the long bus ride?
Remember dissecting frogs?
Junior high went by so fast.

Remember growing serious?
Remember the first time behind the wheel?
Remember that first job?
Why did we let ourselves grow up?

Remember a big fight?
Remember silence?
Remember loosing friends?
Graduation was so hard.

Remember collage?
Remember all those books?
Remember going out into the world on your own?
Is this really a dream?

Remember yesterday?
Remember what you need to do tomorrow?
Remember to slowdown.
Life's too short to take for granted.

Remember the good times.
Remember the bad times.
Remember the mistakes and successes.
Learn from them.

Remember to look behind you.
Remember what you've left back there.
Remember to take it with you.
Or you'll loose it forever.

August, 1999
By;
Christine Schnell.

The Gift that Keeps on Giving
 

What a world it is
How beautiful, how lively
The blue sky, and colorful leaves
Add to the joy of this eve

As happiness spreads, so does love
People take notice and pass it along
We take it and wear it as a glove
One that keeps us warm all winter long

Laughter and singing fills our hearts
Presents and trees brighten our eyes
Children can't wait for Christmas to start
So early to bed, early to rise!

The smell of baking cookies
And the turkey on the table
Family, presents and other goodies
Make this moment memorable

As this time of year brings us together
Lets not forget our fellow brother
As time of giving is about to start
Give more than gifts, give your heart.

December, 1999
By;
Christine Schnell.

Christmas Eve 2025
 

The children have grown and so have I
My suit has gone from brown to red to green
And has started all over again
Without catching one person's eye

Candles have given way to electric lights, to plasma bursts
Real trees, to plastic, to space age polymers
Their scents replaced by sprits of liquid in the air
How can one live with such flair?

I sat in my old sled watching as flying cars wizzed by
Amazing they don't even notice me
Or even slow down to say hi
I used to fill their hearts with such glee

Faster and faster life goes
Faster and faster children grow
No more singing, no more bells
No more of those wonderful smells

Oh the families still gather
To sit around and gab
They share their presents
Yet it's all the same, so drab!

No this world is not the same
As the one I used to love
Sometimes I wish for help from above
Yet my prayers go unanswered

Still I do my duty every Christmas eve
I board my old sled filled with toys
And through the bustling cars we weave
I had a mission to visit every girl and boy

I came to a house
In the middle of the night
The place wasn't as quiet as a mouse
There was screaming and yelling and a really big fight.

Normally I wouldn't enter
I wouldn't even come near
But this child had been good
All throughout the year

Using my powers I have been granted
I snuck in past the security cameras
Under the door and over the beam
I made my way without being seen

The arguing went on, louder and louder
The distraction made me flounder
I tripped on a rug and made a loud crash
I soon had the attention of all in a flash

"Intruder!" Hollered the father
"Thief!" Shrieked the mother
Upon seeing my sack of goodies
Clearly she could see they were only teddy's

"It's only Santa."  A little voice said behind me
The man's brow furrowed red,
"What are you doing up?  Go back to bed!"
But she stood fast and adorable as only a child could be

I turned to her to the astonishment of her parents
And handed her the toy that she had always wanted
There was a gleam in her eye, and I heard her mother sniff.
"That's the nicest thing she could get as a gift."

She looked up to me and smiled,
"Thank you Santa." A tear filled my eye.
Whether it be 1825, 2025, or 5025
Those words will always make me blithe

So never fear
No matter what happens
No matter what changes
I will be there throughout the years
To wish you a Merry Christmas!

December, 1999
By;
Christine Schnell.

The Long Dark Road

It's filled with hills
the kind you have to force all
energy from your body into your legs
just to get you half way up
Just when you think you can go no further
you find yourself falling down the other side

It winds for no apparent reason
taking you this way and that
forcing you to walk further than
you really needed, to get to the next point
but you don't realize it until you look behind you.

There's constantly branches and bushes you
tripping up your every step
The trees snatching at the fibers you wear
holding you back until you rip yourself free from their grasp

There's creatures watching with discriminating eyes
real and imagined, some dangerous, some not.
All waiting for you to make a mistake.
One wrong turn into their layer spells disaster

The darkness around you creeps into your soul
it fills your heart with dread and fear
in response you turn cold and hard
outside hiding the truth from all who look on.

You're alone, there is no one to comfort you
no one to tell you everything will be all right.
the light will not be held before you to lead the way
nor will any signs help you along this path
no one can understand what you're going through.

Escape doesn't seem possible
when the road's edge is not visible.
It goes on forever into the night
With every step forward two are taken back

You have fought your way this far and are tired of the struggle
you force yourself to go on, believing that struggle was not in vain
Knowing over that next obstacle is just another one
yet after one of those monsters, through the woods, around the bend or
over a hill will be the light you have been searching for.

You have to gather the strength so you can make your way
the darkness will not win, you can not let it slow you down
for you know hope will not fail you, eventually you will find it
it's only a matter of time.  It could take days, it could take years.

The real problem is, when you get to the end of the road
How will you know it's not an illusion?
A mirage created by your mind to tempt and torment you.
How will you know the darkness will not encompass that light and snuff it out?

You doubt yourself, alone in this place and the world so large
can you make it to the end?  will you turn back in fear?
what will it take to motivate you to reach your goal?
when will the pain stop?  When will the end come?
You may not know the answers but you do know one thing;

No matter what hardships there is to go through
it doesn't matter how long it takes
You know the rewards there will far exceed the difficulties you've gone through.
You must, You can, and You will make it to the end
                                            Feburary, 2000
By;
Christine Schnell.

I once knew...

I once knew mankind many years ago
they were not unkind and judgemental
there was no war and love abounded
Now the truth shows through, my heart grows black
who could lose something so fundimental?

I once knew a place many years ago
That was green and hilly, where wild flowers grow
animals prospered and love abounded
Now it has burnt to dust, my road is blocked
where in this wide world can I go?

I once knew joy many years ago
friends and family gathered, no one disputed
it was like paradise and love abounded
Now my life is empty, no laughter is heard
how could a world be so polluted?

I once knew ideas many years ago
there was no limit to creation, nothing stopping the flow
knowledge was everything and love abounded
Now my creativity is gone, I have failed to make the grade.
why should we allow such woe?

I once knew a time a many years ago
when work was fun, when life was a joy
peace was close and love abounded
Now the future is dark, my way uncertain
when will God drop down the curtain?

April, 2004
By;
Christine Schnell.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please send me any comments you might have, good or bad. Oh, and please remember these are copyrighted 1996-2004 by me, Christine Schnell. Go ahead and share it with others just keep my name with it. I'd like to thank you for taking the time to read this.

top
home mail