Riches and Rhymes

The Poetry and Writing of Janis Gaines

Month: June, 2013

Nighty Nite

Braden’s Lullaby

Nighty, nighty, nighty,
Nighty, nighty, nigh
It’s time to go bed-y-bye
Nighty, nighty, nighty
Go to sleep
Close your eyes
And donna make a peep

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© 1994-95
Nashville, TN

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One Year Ago

I started this blog a year ago today.

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It was at the end of a ten-day juice fast. I was in the middle of packing — wrapping up my life in Georgia and beginning a new phase of life in Asheville, NC. This was something I had thought about doing for years, and I’m glad I finally did. I remember just diving in late one night, determined to take action on something that mattered to me. Funny thing is, I never really considered myself a poet. I knew I had written some good things throughout my life, several songs I poetwanted to preserve, but I don’t know that I would have ever worn the label of a poet until this blog began to take shape.

I chose the name kinda randomly. I thought it was catchy at the time, but maybe cheesy. I thought I might change it later, but it has stuck with me and I like it. It does capture two important facets of my writing — they are poems or songs, most of which rhyme or contain rhyming elements within, and they are riches to me. They represent my heart — my struggles, my faith, my love, etc. It was important to me to create a place where I could honor my work. Before this blog, my writings were quite scattered on random shapes and sizes of papers, barely legible scribbles sometimes, hidden in old journals — some of which even I was surprised to find as I was packing up my life.

old+journals-05 It has been interesting to note that I have written much more in the past year, now that I have a place to put things. I enjoy the creative process. I enjoy choosing just the right words and rhythm, just the right picture to capture the feeling I want to express. To date, I have 45 followers. It has been fascinating and rewarding for me to see that strangers from around the world have found their way here and have liked various posts and decided to follow my work. My own family has not even done that much.

Now, instead of scraps of paper, I’m usually writing at the computer or, interestingly, in bed using the WordPress app on my iPhone. I have a handful of drafts that I’ve started but not finished. I don’t know if I ever will. I tend to write in the moment of inspiration. Usually a word or phrase or feeling will come to me and I follow it through until I feel it has beeiphone-wordpress-appn captured sufficiently. I rarely try to force things or make something up. Most of what I write just comes to me. Occasionally, I will tweak a word or phrase after the fact, but for the most part, what I write is an inspired spiritual download.

This past year I’ve also invested a little more time and energy into studying poetry, attending some workshops. I think this has been good — mainly for networking. I find that most of my inspiration comes when I have enough time and brainspace to allow myself to think and feel about my own life, which can be rare. For many years I was a single mom working two jobs and raising three kids, recovering from a handful of tragedies, and it was hard to find time to think or feel, much less write. That’s why those years are so sparse. Sad. I wonder what more I could have created if things had been different.

I wanted to record my songs for years, and I still hope to, and now I’ve added the dream of publishing someday, perhaps a poetry book or even poetry curriculum for students. Perhaps more, but that woulAboutUsd be a start. I still struggle to find time sometimes, but I’m hopeful that will increase. However, just maintaining this blog and self-publishing has been so rewarding for me. I would like to publish. Fame and fortune have some appeal, but it’s more about being heard and making an impact, a connection that means something to someone — especially me. My hope is that this will be a legacy for my children someday. They will be able to see a side of me that they didn’t know when they were young or before they were born.

My next “project” is to go back and add the stories and inspirations behind each poem. I always love hearing what happened behind the scenes of a particular song or story. That seems a little daunting since there’s over 150 posts here to date in categories including poetry, songs, haiku, and even one iStory. What I would have given to start something like this when I first started writing! I imagine what has been lost — stories, other poems or songs…I hope my students appreciate why I make them blog today. =) cheers

In the end, my work is a witness to my life and this blog is a way that I can memorialize my experiences in a way that matters — the good, the bad, the ugly. Thanks for following, listening, and reading…here’s to good things yet to come!

© June 28, 2013
Asheville, NC

Unfailing Love

May your unfailing love come to me
And salvation according to your promise

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*** Psalm 119:41

© Probably late 1990s
Nashville, TN

A Priestly Blessing

May the Lord bless you and keep you
May his face shine upon you
And give you peace
And give you peace

PWholyplace

*** Numbers 6:24-26

© Probably mid-1990s
Nashville, TN

Lord, We Beseech Thee

Lord, we beseech thee
Lord, we beseech thee
For the cares of our hearts are many
For the cares of our hearts are many

Child, release them to me
Child, release them to me
You don’t have to carry them anymore
I carried them on the cross I bore

And thy consolations cheer my soul
And thy consolations cheer my soul

For you have made my heart glad
The Lord says, You have made my heart glad

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***Psalms 94:13

© February 18, 1999
Nashville, TN

Many Are the Pangs

Many are the pangs of the wicked
Many are the pangs of the wicked
But steadfast love surrounds him
But steadfast love surrounds him
Who trusts in the Lord
Who trusts in the Lord

Be glad in the Lord
And rejoice, oh righteous
And shout, shout for joy
Shout, shout for joy
All you upright in heart

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***Based on Psalm 32:10

© mid-1990s
Probably Nashville, TN

No One

The Cemetery Song

No one can know me
Like you, Lord
Like you, oh Lord
No one is like you

No one can save me
Like you, Lord
Like you, oh Lord
No one is like you

No one can heal me
Like you, Lord
Like you, oh Lord
No one is like you

No one can love me
Like you, Lord
Like you, oh Lord
No one is like you

No one can wipe away the tears…
No one can take away the fear…
No one can put my heart at ease…
No one can bring me to my knees…
No one can fill all my needs…

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© Late 1980s
Searcy, Arkansas

Search Me

Search me and know me, oh God
Know my inmost thoughts
You know all of my ways
You know all of my days
You will lead me in the way everlasting

Fearfully and wonderfully made
You formed me in the womb
You know all of my ways
You know all of my days
And my life is not hidden from you

I want to know your love
The love that saves my soul
When you poured out your life
And you made me your wife
I was washed in your blood and made whole

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***Based on Psalm 139

© mid-1990s
Probably Nashville, TN

The Resurrection

I am the resurrection
I am the life
I am the resurrection
I am the life

He that believes in me
Will never die

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*** Based on John 11:25

© mid-1990s
Probably Nashville, TN

Where the Spirit of the Lord Is

Where the Spirit of the Lord is
There is liberty
Where the Spirit of the Lord is
There is liberty

You can be free
You can find serenity
You can find what you need
In me

Come rest in me
You can find security
In me

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***Based on 2 Corinthians 3:17

© Early 1990s
Probably Nashville, TN