Category Archives: The Poetry and Prose of my life.

A collection of Poems and Thoughts from my life from youth till now.

The Tide

The tide when restless turns and churns

and sweeps up life and little things

and I within this now have learned,

it never ceases day or night,

and things for me just can’t go right.

It’s sometimes hard when rough winds blow,

to keep it up and not let go

and sometimes storms throw me a shore

to lay and die, to live no more

but I didn’t bend to people’s way

I keep in there for one more day.

My body’s burned by salt of sea

the sun has parched the rest of me

my brain has long since gone astray

to think that death is on its way….

So I will be here one more day ,

and after that “?” I can not say.

By Meredith J Weir

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My Grandma’s Saucer

My Gram's tea-cup & saucer

This was first written 11/22/2011 12:57 p.m. on Facebook

Here are some thoughts from the midnight writer

I don’t know about you all, but many day, night, and in between times I use Facebook to vent! You know… it’s cold out,It’s too windy, I’m too poor, I can’t sleep, I need coffee, I need chocolate, I wish…. the list goes on and on.

so just for today (well to be truthful probably the next few minutes) I would like to share some other things. the things I am speaking of are in my Grandma’s saucer.

If you come to visit me you will see a tea-cup and saucer, placed in the living room where all can see. the meaning of this is to remind me and all who see it of what we take for granted.

There is this little poem with no author (wish it did so I could give him the credit) it goes as follows:

Drinking from my saucer

Haven’t got a lot of riches

And sometimes the going’s tough

But I’ve got loved ones all around me

and that makes me rich enough.

I am thankful for the blessings

And the mercies God bestowed,

I’m drinking from my saucer

’cause my cup has overflowed.

Now I have actually seen the evidence of this both literally and figuratively, I like a strong cup of tea so Gram uses to dunk her bag and then add it to my cup if too much kettle water was in there, well there would be tea in my saucer, of course actually drinking from my saucer may be met with me spilling it down my shirt, so I usually would take a sip from my cup and then pour the overflow from the saucer back into my cup. Maybe that is why this little ditty means so much to me!

Who knows but I see a neat analogy here too, Sometimes our blessings are so many that we may not see them collected in the saucer of our lives, but God keeps them coming and in ways almost unperceivable, then pours them back into our cup. Have you looked at your saucer lately? I haven’t I have been too busy looking at what I don’t have, can’t afford,how much I can’t do,don’t have time for,blah,blah,blah….Yet God keeps pouring them in.

Is it too much for us to pause, maybe have a cup of tea and just ponder the incredible blessings we do have? I am going to do just that ! I know I will feel blessed as I think on it.

I invite you to look at your saucer too. Mercies we can’t  begin to know have been poured out into our lives, the knowledge of God first, then people,health, love, pets, dogs, cats, Nature,freedoms,eyes to see ears to hear… feel free to add to the list and soon you will be drinking from your saucer too!

By Meredith J Weir

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Midnight Writer’s Prose

T”was the morning of Saturday when all thru our home everyone was sleeping,except me I roamed.

to the kitchen,the bathroom,and back in the bed,

just wanting to lie down and rest this old head!

I lie down,I sit up, I toss and I turn

Good solid sleep is what this old girl yearns

and now the poet has come alive

and I sit here and ponder, and scribble this jive!

The midnight writer is alive ands well

though her back and her body are going to……

well enough of these mindless words I make rhyme, oh my oh my just look at the time!

It was 2 then 3 and now it is 4

soon it will be time to walk out this door.

So to you who are sleeping you’ll soon be awake

And I will be tired make no mistake.

the coffee with caffeine will be my mask

As another sleepless night has come and passed.

So I must lay down pen,pencil or fingers

and grab a few minutes while the darkness still lingers.

Good Morning folks from the midnight writer

Who is grabbing some zzz’s before it gets lighter!

By Meredith J Weir

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In the middle of the night

In the middle of the night

Find a theme, find a poem ,find a place, find a home.

drag and drop -lost that spot

enter and delete ,delete, delete .

Set it up, take it down, move it here and all around

welcome to my blogging world

from one very tired girl!

by Meredith J Weir

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