Chastity is a Lifestyle

(A poem by an unwed teen mother)

Chastity... the key toHeaven's Gate.
Chastity, if he really loves you, he'll wait.
It's all about the truth, love and understanding.
If he really respected you, he wouldn't be so demanding.

Don't be fooled by Satan's schemes.
A lot of hings can happen. Know what I mean?
Don't give in to every word he says.
'Cause you'll be miserable for the rest of your days.

Trust in the Lord and never lose your faith.
Just wait for the time He sends your mate.
But if you think you've found him, and you think it's true,
The only way to tell is if he waits for you.

So if he has any plans to leave and walk out the door,
Let him go and remember, you're worth waiting for.

A Poem

* Once Upon A Time... *

Once upon a time,
To be pregnant out of wedlock was to be a disgrace.

Once upon a time,
Couples got married to bring forth children.

Once upon a time,
Children were thought of as blessings and gifts from God.

Once upon a time,
“Spare the rod, spoil the child” was taken seriously.

Once upon a time,
Parents knew better than the child.

Once upon a time,
People worked on their land instead of their computer.

Once upon a time,
Religion wasn’t forbidden in school.

Once upon a time,
Seniors were respected for the very fact that they were old.

Once upon a time,
Your elders’ advice was valued.

Once upon a time,
To be gay was to be happy.

Once upon a time,
The majority of the US was not liberal.

Once upon a time,
Modesty was the fashion.

Once upon a time,
The US was close to God.

-Yours truly

Please tell me what you think and if you have any suggestions. Thanks!

Literature Poem

When I was in 10th grade I had this assignment for Roman Literature: Create your own myth, including the theme of transformation. Be as creative as possible, while still adhering to the rules of organization and grammar.

I love writing poems (even though they aren't that good), so naturally I was thrilled. Let me know what you think of it!

The Cheetah’s Legend

Along the coast of Africa
Their lived a man of speed.
He entered all contests of swiftness,
In these he won the laurel wreath.

God of speed was Mercury true,
Twas he that gave this mortal his pace.
A gift from a god to him
That had a freckled face.

The young man became full of pride,
He knew the power he possessed to run around the world.
Mercury came to warn him of this danger,
Lest Jove become angered, and sweep away his precious pearl.

The youth was not affected by the news,
He just laughed the laugh of arrogance.
He boldly asked his benefactor,
“Would you like to try the globe’s circumference?”

Mercury accepted the challenge,
Out of anger and fury.
They departed to prepare for the day,
The boy had set the date without a care or worry.

The day arrived fresh and new,
They lined up at the start:
Mercury with his feet of wings
And the youth speedy as a dart.

As Triton blew his horn from off shore,
The two were off and out of sight.
They kept close together for a time,
But ahead the mortal began to creep, much to his delight.

The race completed,
The victor was pleased.
He bragged to all who were near,
But anger had Mercury seized.

With his caduceus in hand,
He raised his hand above,
To strike the youth
With the hardest shove.

Before he could strike,
His hand was held firm.
Apollo had arrived with a message from Jove,
“Don’t kill but change.”

With this said Apollo handed over sacred berries
Used only by the gods in time of need.
So squeezing them out over the youth’s head,
Mercury chanted the words for change with speed.

The man began to crouch to the ground,
His limbs did shorten and his form lengthens.
One facile feature he was allowed to keep,
His freckles spread down to his feet.

He was banished to the open field,
Having to search for a decent meal.
However, the youth, now surnamed Cheetah,
Will still be the fastest, now and forever.

The End.