The Collection Section

The Realm of Why

    A Misunderstanding

    Who would think?
    A hasty tongue, perhaps,
    An undrawn thought?
    It builds, and grown
    Becomes, at last,
    A misunderstanding.
    Now sorrow breeds
    And cannot mend,
    For the tongue has slipped;
    Now the mind runs rampant.
    Each is wrong,
    Yet,
    Each is right,
    But all is lost,
    Perhaps
    The dye is cast.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    A Zero

    To be a naught
    In other's thought,
    It rends the soul.

    To be decried
    When others lied,
    Could be the role.

    To be dismissed
    And not be missed,
    Is that the goal?

    Then alone I'll strive
    And be alive,
    Thus remain whole.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    An Apology

    A common phrase,
    I apologize.
    It requests forgiveness
    Not always given,
    As pride sometimes
    Restrains the heart.
    "For I am right."
    It tells itself.
    But why,
    Could it be
    Something quite wrong,
    Or only a misunderstanding?
    Perhaps the lack of tact,
    Or just perception.
    The reasons might
    Remain unknown
    For all who be
    Concerned.
    Yet the request remains,
    I apologize.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" David P Cresap


    Being Shy

    It hurts to be shy,
    To bow your head
    And look away.
    I don't know why.

    It hurts to think.
    I'm alone
    And sad.
    I don't know why.

    I hurts, I know,
    I feel ashamed.
    I think
    That's why.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Comfort

    My Heart needs the
    Freedom, of
    Love.

    My Mind wants the
    Boundaries, of
    Love.

    How is it the
    Two, can
    Be so
    Comforting?

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Farewell / Bitterness

    Fond farewells
    And sweet partings
    Are so often turned
    For lack of words.
    Ah well, when spent,
    The words turn short
    And true meanings
    Are hidden in the sarcasm,
    Which in turn hides
    The feelings unexpressed
    For fear of
    Losing face,
    And so,
    Bitterness.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Friendship

    As a world begins
    Seemingly without
    Direction or meaning,
    It grows, develops
    And expands.
    It endures through
    All trials of sorrow
    And hardship
    To find happiness.
    For through this act,
    It lives.
    It discovers direction,
    And sees meaning,
    As there is purpose
    For being,
    And so it is
    With friendship.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Gratitude

    I can only express
    What I feel.
    I can only share
    As much as will
    Be received.
    I can only give
    That which is mine,
    And grateful am I,
    For I have a reason.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Head Turner

    It's the neck that turns the head.
    As from the top, the body's led.
    From the head the seeds are sown,
    But no progress, is made alone.

    The head and neck do work together,
    Like birds can't fly without a feather.
    To succeed, they need each other
    As Father works along with Mother.

    The plan has come from up above
    To show as work, a gift of Love
    And Honor, each in shown support
    In work, as done in kindest sort.

    In the neck the sound is made,
    The head is where the words are played.
    The head is moved to let it bow,
    And tilted back for thoughts, somehow.

    The eyes see movement, the ears hear sound,
    Neck points the head to where it's found.
    The nose it sits right in the middle,
    For the neck, it is a riddle.

    Through the head, comes in life's source.
    Through the neck it flows its course.
    Up and down it goes all day
    Life' forces move along their way.

    Each depends, but not in part.
    It can't be done if "a la carte".
    And thus the meaning can be said,
    "It is the neck that turns the head".

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Life Alone

    If I am to live
    A life of value,
    And lead others to
    Success and happiness
    By my example, and
    If I am to be successful
    In my endeavors
    As a guide in
    Sharing the truth
    And meaning of life,
    Then why is it that
    I must do it
    Alone.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    My Beginning

    As from where I come,
    And to where I go,
    Keeps in my mind a thought
    Still ringing.

    From here to there
    Or there to here,
    It's like a pendulum
    Slowly swinging.

    I see nothing when I look.
    I hear nothing when I listen,

    But still within
    I have this feeling,
    That it is there,
    But not revealing,

    The beautifully majestic place
    It be,
    Which remains a question still
    To me.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    My Life

    My life, is
    A wander of
    Experiences
    Which it cannot
    Grasp for fear
    Or misfortune.
    It does not seem
    To progress
    Or fulfill
    The direction
    It desires.
    It is sorrow
    Masked with
    Happiness.
    It is concern
    Masked with
    Frivolity.
    A fruitless depression,
    All for the want
    Of meaning,
    My life.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Peaceful Truth

    "With Truth Comes Peace"
    Would that be true?
    Not quite for me,
    I'm glad for you.

    "With Truth Comes Peace"
    I often hear,
    Yet in my life
    It's not so clear.

    "With Truth Comes Peace"
    Is fertile soil.
    So often it
    Brings me turmoil.

    "With Truth Comes Peace"
    For every kind,
    It has to be
    Within your mind.

    "With Truth Comes Peace"
    Truth you perceive.
    It may not be,
    But you believe.

    "With Truth Comes Peace"
    Yes, it can bring,
    But it takes time
    For truth to ring.

    "With Truth Comes Peace"
    For great and small,
    But, it must be Truth
    And Truth for all.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Questions?

    Do you wonder or question why,
    What made the Earth or made the sky,
    Or how it is, I came to be,
    Or other people that I see?
    Have you thought, "Where will I go?
    When life is through?" I just don't know.
    These questions bounced around my head.
    What's going to happen when I'm dead?
    Is this the end? There is no more?
    What is beyond, for me in store?

    For me the answers all have come,
    And eased my mind so straight and plumb,
    That I don't worry or question why,
    My inner me did satisfy.
    Now I know that if I wonder,
    The answer comes as loud as thunder,
    Or maybe just a quiet thought
    To teach me that, what God has wrought.

    My knowledge grows from many sources.
    It fills my being. Like blood it courses,
    And touches every "being" part
    From mind and soul, it fills my heart.

    So it can do the same for you,
    If you are willing to listen to,
    A sound, a thought that starts you off
    Then leads you to a bounty trough,
    Where you'll be filled and even sated
    With thoughts and knowledge highly rated.
    Just know this bounty's from on High,
    To answer all your questions why,
    And give you peace for you to know,
    As all along in life you go.

    There will be more as need arises,
    Not just for you He empathizes.
    You must share this help with all,
    Be they great or be they small,
    So they will know the answer's there,
    If they desire or even care.
    In matters that concern their life,
    So they can march with drum and fife.

    This knowledge for us, is a gift
    To give us strength and give us lift.
    It is a gift to very few,
    But now this gift was meant for you.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Say What?

    As all along in life you go,
    So many things in life will flow
    That come to front for you to see
    And make you think that these will be
    The only things of truth in life,
    Yet, something new will cause you strife.

    And so in life you'll go renewed,
    But at this point your mind is glued,
    Not thinking that there's more in store.
    For you to learn and ever more.
    So, clear your mind, as well your heart,
    Cause there is more, this just the start.

    So on and on more facts will come.
    A few you'll keep, and reject some,
    And yet there's more to blow your mind.
    The more there is, then you will find,
    This world has so much new to show.
    You have no clue, what you don't know.

    From the Collection of "The Realm of Why" By David P Cresap


    The Price

    It's hard to be
    An entity of
    Almost no account,
    To have to wait
    For something vague,
    And feel completely lost.
    The pain is great.
    The price is high.
    So often I question why,
    The value being such
    That I might lose,
    But if I win,
    The price I pay is right.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    The Realm of Why

    Have you ever wondered,
    How beauty does begin,
    Or how it makes the small
    And plain so pleasing to behold?
    T'is true, we seldom
    Have the time to ponder
    An idea more than
    Superficially, and
    Consequently;
    Life can be so bland,
    So dull and without change.
    Yet, we continue to live,
    Seldom thinking how
    To live a life
    More interesting and
    Full of flavor.
    Therefore, I offer you
    A change,
    A spot of color,
    A splash of life,
    The gift of thought
    To bring to you
    An occasion to
    Free yourself of
    Life's tedium and
    Roam the realm
    Of Why.
    From the Collection of "The Realm of Why" By David P Cresap


    The Right Brain

    If I were left
    But I am Not.
    I'd dream of all
    The things I'm taught.
    NO wrongs or rights,
    It makes me beam,
    To use those things
    Would be extreme.
    And so, I'll wander
    To and fro,
    And bounce around
    Through life, I'll go.
    Experience
    A bright new trail,
    And let the "aught to's"
    Simply pale.
    I'll move myself
    Through open door,
    Relearning life as
    Done before.
    "Anew", "renew",
    My inner self
    And set the old me
    On the shelf.

    From the "Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Time

    Time, it passes on the fly
    Never stopping to say why.
    And time, it passes on the run
    Never stopping just for fun.
    Time, it's always in the race
    Never letting up its pace.

    So it's no use in letting down,
    `Cause in the back, you will be found.
    Now get on the move and plan ahead,
    Or you will find that you are dead,
    And failed to get just one thing done
    `Cause unlike time you failed to run.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    To Not Know

    Not to know just where you stand,
    Is not the life I would have planned.
    To wonder if, it's up or down,
    And always have to look around,
    Is not the way that it should be
    Especially for Eternity.

    Here on earth, there should be schools
    So we could know and follow rules,
    Not set in stone, but know they're right,
    And live their truth without a fight.
    But even those who say "they're good",
    Don't do the things, they know they should.

    Thus my turmoil is here for now,
    And I must learn to live somehow,
    With vagaries in life with others
    Knowing that, they are my brothers.
    Understanding, though we be odd,
    We came to earth by gift of God.
    Therefore, I live my life unsure
    From a result of him or her,
    That leaves my being in a twist
    From actions they could not resist.
    So I must wait for time to pass.
    Reset my mind. Get off my derriere.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap

The Collection Section

Poetic Ratatouille

    A Teenage Terror?

    A Bump, a bump, I feel a bump.
    What can I do with such a hump?
    Scratch it? Dig it? Cut it off?
    At least it does not make me cough.
    The doctor's warning I should heed.
    Oh, now I've gone and made it bleed.
    My face will never be the same.
    I should have left it when it came,
    But that's not me. IT WAS A BUMP.
    What ought I do with such a hump?
    I could not leave it plain alone.
    Now look what ugly seed I've sown.
    A cover makeup, that's not right?
    Just grin and bare it, that's my plight?
    What can I do to fix it NOW,
    And make it disappear somehow?
    I must discover what to do,
    I know, a magic smelly goo.
    Just smear it on and go to sleep.
    When morning comes, no more I'll weep.
    If then I'm like a witchy hag,
    I'll go and find a paper bag
    With eye holes and away I'll slump,
    Cause now I have an ugly bump.

    From the Collection "Poetic Ratatouille" by David P Cresap


    A Way Up High

    (My Second Poem)

    A way up high
    Above my head,
    I see the springs
    Beneath my bed.
    If you wonder
    What I'm doing,
    I'm looking for
    The gum I was chewing.

    From the Collection "Poetic Ratatouille" by David P Cresap

This was written for as a high school assignment for my neighbor friend who complained that he could not write poetry. My poem, which was very serious and esoteric about the meaning of life received a "C". This poem received an "A". In this case I considered his A as mine, since it was my poem. I just did not get credit in the book.

He always got A's, as he was considered very smart.

An Example; in another class, we had to write a 10 page paper for history. He wrote a "Title page, First page, Summary and Bibliography". The body of the paper contained spaced x's as though there were words, i.e.; xx xxx xxx xxxxx xx xxxx. It obviously was never read and there was an A on the front page.

    Christmas Fun

    Should Christmas be a
    Time of fear
    How morbidly we'd end
    The year.

    But Christmas is a time
    Of fun
    With joy and love for
    Everyone,

    And we should share with
    Each and all,
    So graciously both great
    And small.

    From the Collection "Poetic Ratatouille" by David P Cresap


    Christmas Time

    Christmas time at last is
    Here,
    With all its joys and Christmas
    Cheer.
    The year has flown so swiftly
    By,
    That young folks shout and old folks
    Sigh.
    The season brings us all
    Together,
    With hopes and dreams that last
    Forever.
    Each parent and child in every
    Prayer,
    Are brought together no matter
    Where.
    Therefore, no one lingers
    Far.
    For in each heart He lights a
    Star.

    From the Collection "Poetic Ratatouille" by David P Cresap


    Cookie Machine with Dad

    A bowl for the flour by the cup in the throng,
    Now with sugar and butter don't mix them too long.
    At last to the bowl add our bounteous chips,
    This brings us the treasure to pass through our lips.

    Drop 24 cookies on each buttered sheet
    With timing important you must move your feet.
    Hands moving so quickly the teaspoons are measured
    In each little drop a morsel is treasured.

    If no chip is there a reject is made
    And cookie police must surely be paid.
    Four pans you must rotate as the oven is timed,
    By a sip of his coffee, this baking is primed.

    The technique remembered and measured by heart.
    The sequence is followed to the end from the start.
    They're laid on the table, their hot bottoms up
    To cool until ready, to dip in your cup.

    A surprise once did happen when memory failed.
    A batch to be doubled was memory veiled.
    So, doubled again, oh the cookies we churned,
    On every flat surface, lay treasure unburned.

    Oh, what a sight to see cookies galore,
    We ate and we ate, and in three days no more.
    480 were made and I did eat my share,
    But not 180 as claimed by mon pere. (maybe 100)

    `Twas usually Sunday when timing was right
    A time honored treasure you worked with your might
    This time spent in joy. It never was sad.
    Fond memories made, making cookies with Dad.

    From the Collection "The Realm of Why" by David P Cresap


    Gaming

    (The Hunger Game)

    Hunger, Game
    Is not the same.
    Should I win?
    I'll gain the fame.

    Fight to be free.
    Is that the deal?
    Show my strength
    With mighty zeal.

    Rebel for all
    To my last breath,
    Prove to all,
    But not to death.

    Written for a student as an example of a poem
    detailing the topic of the book they read. titled,
    "The Hunger Game".

    From the Collection "Poetic Ratatouille" by David P Cresap


    Hooray for Little Sis

    Hooray for trees
    And scabs on knees
    And indoor sports
    And fun cohorts.

    Hooray for toys
    And hunky boys
    And radios
    And nylon hose.

    Hooray for stars
    And ice cream bars
    And schools books
    And funny looks.

    Hooray for misses
    And quick kisses
    And fashion craze
    And college days.

    Hooray for Mother
    And Dad and Brother
    And little Sisters
    And that's all.

    From the Collection "Poetic Ratatouille" by David P Cresap