They Won't Shut Up: Jasmine's Wish, #2

By Cindy J. Smith

In this second book of poetry, in the Jasmine's Wish series, Cindy's voices continue their relentless sharing of their opinions.Touching on many of the emotions and life situations humans encounter, they offer their viewpoint in the hopes of finding the path to peace. At the end of the book, Cindy has shared a small section spotlighting the works of her angel daughter, to whom this book is lovingly dedicated for her Birthday.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cindy J. Smith
• Release date: Mar 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386131304

Cindy J. Smith

I grew up in the country of Upstate New York and now reside in the boonies of Midwestern Indiana. I am a coffee-addicted truck driver (as if there was any other kind). I have written poetry all my life. The topics and poems just come into my head. I try to write in the first person for most of them. I do this as people are more apt to relate to something when they are not feeling like they are the target. Some of my poems are true, either for me or for someone I know. I believe in magic and that life is worth living. I hope that my words will touch every reader in some way. I want everyone to open their eyes and really see what is before them.

Book preview

DEDICATION

This book is my Birthday gift to Jasmine, my daughter in Heaven.

She always wanted me to publish so I give this to her.

I miss you so much

Every day of the year

Feel your sweet hugs

Though you are not here

I give you this book

As my gift to you

The love in my heart

Will bring it to you

VOICES

I have voices in my head

I know that sounds a bit strange

Might even be wondering

If I am slightly deranged

But they aren't scary demons

Trying to make me commit

Some horrendous evil deed

No sane person would admit

They are not pretty angels

Sent to earth from way up high

To guide me along the way

To home with God in the sky

They aren't even aliens

Odd beings from outer space

Secretly trying to spy

On the whole strange human race

They are just noisy voices

That will babble constantly

About what they discover

In my hidden memories

When they are so very sure

Of their newest masterpiece

They will talk even louder

Giving me no moment's peace

With little tiny shovels

Go exploring way down deep

Finding some test memories

Throw them all in a big heap

While working close together

Sometimes they argue and fight

Trying to piece an odd thought

Into a poem that's just right

Thin silken idea threads

Which they nimbly patch and weave

Slowly form a nice poem web

To tell all what they conceive

Lost memories they discover

Are of things I might have done

Places visited before

The silly songs I have sung

Some are things I may have read

Or seen on the silver screen

Often times they are merely

Bits of magic I have dreamed

All pieced and spliced together

Into visions bright and new

Previously held concept

Seen from a different view

When an agreement is reached

All their rhymes fit nice and tight

They will begin nagging me

'Til their ideas I write

So, as you can surely see

All these poems you think I wrote

Are really just the voices

I am being forced to quote

If someone comes and asks me

To write them a little verse

I say Sorry I cannot

My voices get very terse

They will boldly challenge me

Do you want to make a bet?

I tell you most truthfully

I have not won the bet yet

If I cut a little short

Words they have chosen to say

Or even firmly decide

Their poem writing to delay

They repeat the words loudly

Throughout both my days and nights

Proclaiming they worked so hard

To ignore, I have no right!

Because, after they're written

My dear voices quiet down

Going back to their shovels

Until a new concept's found

I write what they have to say

Rhyming as fast as I can

So that I might possibly

Have some peaceful sleep again

PEOPLE IN MY LIFE

CEREAL KILLER

Was born innocent

No evil heart here

Must have been nurture

Make good disappear

Started when a babe

Mom fed me rice mush

Admit I quickly

Developed a crush

Followed by oatmeal

That was awfully nice

Had much more flavor

Than the thinner rice

Next was finger foods

Fruit loops, Cheerios

Mom put on my tray

Tasty little O's

Used tiny letters

To teach how to spell

AlphaBits word piles

Sweet treat when done well

This evil she made

Mom did try to fix

Fed me pancakes, eggs...

That's when I found TRIX!

What better way to

Soothe one's weary soul

Than some Cocoa Puffs

Chocolate in a bowl!

Or some Rice Krispies

Snap, crackle and pop!

With each bite will hear

Them holler Stop! Stop!

Now with stores open

Some all night and day

I can do my crime

When I feel that way!

So many choices

Textures, shapes, colors

Hard to decide which

Will sate my desire 

I go scan the aisles

Boxes quiver, shake

As I try to chose

Which with me to take

Know what'll happen

Once put in my cart

Never seen again

By those close at heart

Eat my cereal

When I watch TV

Note Criminal Minds

Have great hints for me

CSI agents

Will find it quite hard

To find evidence

In my big back yard

First, burn it all, then

Smoke takes it away

No evidence here

To show cops the way

Travel, no problem

Truck stops all around

Hiding evidence

Trash cans do abound

FBI 'profile'

Has so many traits

Think of the agents

As they do debate

I am prolific

Widespread is the fear

A perpetrator

Years and years and years

Not delusional

No psychotic break

I know right from wrong

Choose the path I take

Sociopath, yes

I have no remorse

Just go shopping, let

Flavor take its course

Since I often cross

Several state lines

Probably felon

Is label of mine

Well there you have it

My true confession

All the sordid facts

Of this profession

Some think I am nice

Others feel I'm quaint

This should surely prove

That I really ain't

FBI beware

Won't be caught alive

Without cereal

Could never survive

WISHES (for Inka)

Happy to hear

Sweet love you found

Both of you now

Are wedding bound

Man willing to

Hold heart for you

Protect it with

A love so true

I wish for you

Jubilant years

Strong warm hugs that

Erase all tears

Love that grows strong

Each passing day

Life's path calm as

You make your way

I wish you both

Children to hold

To share your love

As you grow old

Pray Creator

Will bless you two

Give you love's strength

For all you do

MOM IS MAD! (for Atript)

My dearest friends

I've had since youth

Now my mom thinks

They're all uncouth

She questions how

They spend their time

Wants me to find

Ones more sublime

So, when last night

I got home late

I knew it'd be

Cause for debate 

Tried to rush off

Must get to school

But mom's ready

She is no fool

"You know I want

For you the best

But these late nights

You need your rest

Need not always

Have to hurry

You know my love

Causes me to worry"

"Please talk faster

I cannot wait

If you keep on

I will be late!"

"As you wish then

I will be quick

Guess house arrest

Will do the trick"

Crap she is mean

It's so unfair!

A cruel way to

Show me she cares

Day one is HELL!

Day two is worse!!

Please God save me

From this mom curse!

Into week two

No end in sight

Try to accept

What I can't fight

Time is quicker

Since I'm at peace

My anger has

All been released

My house arrest

Is now more fun

Than weeks ago

When it'd begun