A Poet In Disguise

In three words I can sum up everything
I’ve learned about life:it goes on.”

Robert Frost

I should be so blessed, or be put upon
a shelf to rest,
at least I express my grief, though
somewhat indiscreet.
Through pen and ink, beyond the
scope of color, tapping upon a vastness
deep, I weep.
It is not a fatal sin to share what lies
within, my sorrows make me ill until
I share with others.
We are not alone. The tears we own
have flown through centuries.
A self proclaimed poet is what I am,
not worthy to walk upon the sod of
these sleeping ones.
These comforter’s who have passed,
inspire me to plod my painful path.
Please, do not take my pen and ink
away, it is the only way I can survey
my dismay.
And each book I write, until my last,
I will draw from the inkwell of tears
from my past.

Donna Nieri

OCD – The Doubting Disease

Recurrent and persistent thoughts, urges, or impulses
that are experienced, at some time during the disturbance,
as intrusive and unwanted
“…

Clinical definition (DSM-5) of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

I was diagnosed with OCD,
after many years of suffering with this illness. When I finally
realized there was a reason why I had the symptoms of OCD
I understood why this tormenting disease was so frightening.

I try to reach out to others that grapple with this illness also.
There are many different symptoms that are very perplexing.
I have written in prose and poetry some of those I have
experienced.

Rationalization
It was dark that night as I
stood in the road, looking
for the bump I had driven
over. I had refrained from
going back, but my thoughts
drew me to cross once more.
Once is never enough!
I looked closer, but could
not see anyone I thought I
had hit. The sky was unlit
since the moon was split
and the stars had lost their
glow.
To what kind of thinking is
this? I checked the road
several times, driving back
and forth, worried someone
would see me as I performed
this ritual. It was very
clearly visible there was no
one there. But I knew by
the shift of the car, I must
have hit someone. My eyes
showed how irrational this
was, but there was no
connection in my thinking.
My mind was caught as I
fought to bring it under
control. Finally after several
attempts to go back to the spot,
I went on my way, but I was
still controlled by the thought
that would not go away!

Vice Of The Knives
I walk into the kitchen, going
to the drawers, looking for
those bright shiny blades,
set in wooden handles, hidden
away. Who are these vandals
that plague my mind? I try to
pray them away. These fears
that invade my reasoning.
I am looking for more secret
compartments to hide them.
Like thoughts hidden in the
chambers of my mind, a
nightly ritual before going
to sleep. Why would I do this?
I pray I cry, but never utter
a word to a passerby. They
would think I had lost my
mind. I feared these twisted
thoughts, the compulsive
need to figure them out.
It would be a long time
before an answer to these
questions were given, there
was a reason, with chemicals
surging and misfiring in my
brain. I would like to share
with those who can
understand the illness that
defies all reasoning!



Clinical definition of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Nevada Mining Town Girl

I thought I had been lost and forgotten,
that there was no hope…little did I know
there would be deliverance for a child
like me.”

Words by a little girl’s dialogue in her mind

A child abandoned in mining towns of Nevada
shares her experience and hope with others!


“A story told of a family’s quest for freedom and
gold…they never did strike it rich, but through their
travels they found riches far better than gold…
their Mama loved them the best she could, everywhere
she went they went too, taking them for a ride over
hills, bumps and ridges, that would become bridges
over time.”

Quotes written by the author of ‘Mining Town Girl’

Gifts Of Healing

“All Things Are ‘Inspired’ By Him”

Colossians 1:16

I started my poetry blog site just recently, but I have only
received a few recent views and likes and one follower. I have
visited some other poetry blogs to see what they are doing
to drive their audience to their sites, and find there is a
multitude of thousands of bloggers expressing their words,
sharing with the world as they see it.

Coming from parents of gambling and alcohol addictions that
created in me disturbing thought patterns and mental illness with
its challenging lifetime effects, I have had plenty of writing material
to reach out to others who can relate to this kind of upbringing
that effects so many of us.
,
I have written a series of books of my experiences and only by
the grace of God, how I was able to survive ongoing traumas
and abandonment issues.
I had never written before, and starting to express this journey
of pain and hurt, I feel it has been a gift of healing for me from
the very start.
People have been put in my life to do miracles beyond my
ability, to create websites, blog sites, ebooks and all the creative
elements necessary to embark upon a successful venture as this.

I have come to the place of knowing that only through an act of
God, will my words be viewed by others. There is a promise that says
“what God has started He will finish” and that is what I must cling
to.

After writing on my life, I began writing on biblical characters,
gleaning from these stories of faith and courage they have brought
into my life. Simple poetic poems and prose, applying them to

our present day challenges we face daily.
Well, perhaps one of these days a visitor will drop by to view
my blog, but if not I will still just keep on blogging, that’s all
I know to do!

Story Of A Baby

One of my favorite stories is about baby
Moses, one that thrills the heart and captures
the mind with the power and deliverance for
all of God’s people. Because of a sister’s
faithfulness, generations of His people were
saved.

This story is recorded in the book of Genesis
in the Bible.


MIRIAM’S SONG
A long time ago in an ancient world,
a basket was hidden on the banks
of the River Nile.
It held a baby, hidden in grass , reeds
and lotus leaves.
His sister stood by, pleading with
God to protect this child.
One day a princess was bathing and
heard the baby cry.
She ordered her maidens to fetch
the basket before he died.
Opening the basket, there lay the
baby, none more beautiful than
she had seen.
This was a secret she kept with
her maidens and took the baby
to be her child.
Running home to her mother,
his sister shared the news, her
baby would be safe and it made
her smile.
This baby was special, God had
a plan when he became a man.
The mother nursed him and his
sister loved him, their baby was
saved.
The prayers they prayed had been
raised to the God above.
Moses was his name meaning,
“drawn from the water.” Given
by the Pharaoh’s daughter.
He grew to be a boy and then a
man. He had a brother named
Aaron and they dwelt in a land
called Egypt, till their ruler,
Joseph died….

This is an excerpt from the author’s
book sharing many other stories for
the adult’s inner child. To read the
rest of this story go to Donna Nieri
Inspirations – Amazon.Com

The Story Of Ruth

A story of a Moabite woman who turns from
her heritage to cling to the God of Israel. Her
faithfulness has been recorded down through
the ages.

From the book of Ruth found in the Bible

It seemed like it took a long time to express my feelings,
speaking on paper, the experiences of my life. Longer
than I would have expected. But I finally came to
realize, this is enough, and needed to direct my writing
in a new direction. After my conversion in my early
life, spiritual stories became a healing force, as I
read the stories of the faithful men and women in spite
of their trials and afflictions.

The story of Ruth began a series of biblical stories I have
written of the exciting and endearing personalities that
produce faith and trust.


The Story Of Ruth
…”Small sun baked homes in this town
are made of stucco and yellow straw, and
have flat roofs, opening into a courtyard
and cobblestone streets.
Bright pink and red bougainvillea climb
along walls, and yellow blossoms of
forsythia welcome spring. Spring is a happy
time in nearby fields, seed is sown of
barley and rye…it seems it always rains when
the seed is planted, and they have plenty of
food and water…
the evening is sultry, too warm to sleep,
quietly she stirs as she labors to walk the
stone stairs to the roof to escape the heat,
to lay in the coolness and look at the stars.
Rolling to her side, as she lays in wait, to
give birth to her child…a cry is heard as pain
begins, the family wakes, rushing to their
mother, a baby is about to be born…
It is a difficult birth as she languishes
in pain, her cries are heard throughout
the town…a midwife is called running
quickly to get a stick to place in the
mother’s mouth…

…as dinner is served, the food is strange,
bread without leaven and roasted lamb,
bowls of fruit with pomegranate and figs,
and grapes the largest she has ever seen.
Dates and raisin cakes midst onions and
leeks…
as the custom is, every week there is a
special day to celebrate. It is called the
Sabbath, a happy time for Ruth…the day
turns to evening, a special woven cloth
is placed on the table, six candles in the
center are lit, His presence is requested
and they sing a song, as father lifts his hands,
inviting the God of Shalom to enter their
home…”
…Selected quotes from the book of Ruth I
have written




Fountains And Birds

BEAUTY IN MY GARDEN

Flowers Declare The Glory Of God

My Clematis is blooming for the first time this summer!
I love the color of lavender with the purple veining, the creamy
center of spiky petals, it gives me a sense of joy and a tinge of
creativity. I am looking for a tool in a discarded box and I
have come across a water fountain pump. I love the
sound of water with its tinkling sound, it gives a sense of peace.

NICE, BUT IT CAN USE A LITTLE HELP

“Create with the heart, build with the mind”
Criss Jami

The thought comes to me, I could make a fountain! I have
everything I need but a pot. I am delighted with the creation
I have made, but it lacks something, and off to the store I go
looking for something to set if off, and I come across a couple of
darling terracotta birds, this will be the perfect finishing touch!

“You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more
you have” Maya Angelou

MY PERFECT CREATION FOR MY GARDEN