Poems

Dear Devil
How are you doing?
It may seem strange writing to you
But a lot of shit has been going on in my life
Right now, it feels awkward talking to God
And the church leaders are nothing but politicians
The rest of the congregation are just living scripted lives.

I don’t have to talk about the heathen
They talk about things they don’t even understand
They encounter knowledge too great for them
And end up destroying their lives
Whilst believing they are saving them.

I feel you are the only one I could talk to right now
At least, we have been through similar experiences.

You know how it feels to be cast out
You know how it feels to be rejected
To be chased far away from home
All because of one simple mistake.

I am tempted to ask how you’ve been doing lately
Like it’s been thousands of years.

Do you ever wish that day never saw its morning?
Don’t you for once desire to change fate?
That you could turn back the hands of time?
Before that very day.

Would you be angry if I asked?
Don’t you, for once, wish you never committed that hideous act?
Because right now, it feels the same to me.

I wish I never did what I did
But sometimes it feels different.

I don’t know how it would sound if I asked
Do you feel so deep that you can’t turn back?
Does the guilt hurt so much?
That the only escape is to kill your conscience.

Sometimes, I feel comfortable with the life I’m living
I think I cannot escape fate
That this is the reason why I was born
That the world needs people like you and me in order to thrive
Does it feel the same way to you?

Nevertheless, I am curious to know
Dear Devil
How have you been doing?
...
  A gentle breeze blows in the warm summer air, 
     pebbles and sand beneath my feet.
          An ocean mist sprays my face
            as I uncover my nakedness.
      
         A gentle breeze against my skin.
           If only Love could find me
         the way the sea wants to take me in.
        
           Salty water rushes to shore, 
         knocking my skinny body down
                to the soft sand below.

    Cool water rushes round my tender skin.
  One naked soul hidden only by the foam 
        of the waves under a dim moonlit night.

   A cool rush frees my soul as I run back to shore,
     refreshed by nature in the warm summer air.
       
          Standing naked among pebbles and sand.
                 If only Love could find me 
                 standing here at the shore.

            S.M. Jordan 2004
         
       
                


         

...


After the storm

When the winds stop

When the rain ceases

When the skies finally clear

In the morning 

A new day comes

It looks brand new 

It brings bright blue skies 

Fluffy white clouds

Clean, fresh air

It’s invigorating 


After the storm

The trees seem taller 

The streets are cleaner

The plants are greener 

Flower colors brighter

Rivers run higher


After the storm 

Animals come out 

Seeking a needed drink

Gardens grow a bit more 

People come out from the shadows 

Smiling 

Laughing 

From the gift 

Mother Nature brought 

...


After the storm

When the winds stop

When the rain ceases

When the skies finally clear

In the morning 

A new day comes

It looks brand new 

It brings bright blue skies 

Fluffy white clouds

Clean, fresh air

It’s invigorating 


After the storm

The trees seem taller 

The streets are cleaner

The plants are greener 

Flower colors brighter

Rivers run higher


After the storm 

Animals come out 

Seeking a needed drink

Gardens grow a bit more 

People come out from the shadows 

Smiling 

Laughing 

From the gift 

Mother Nature brought 

...
Your Second Act

Melodies that mingle, your concerto everyday
Tasking is the rhythm to aspire your ballet

Patterns of the past, our challenge to decant
Framing self esteem is our nature to enchant

Graduating phases, a puzzling game plan
The future is the epic of your evolving lifespan
          
Setting goals of fate, like chasing streetcars                 
Moving compositions to catch for memoirs

Stop phantom fear, find your inner guru
Second acts beckon for thoughts of the few

Timing is your gauge, intent is your leapfrog
Celebrated theater is your drama’s epilogue

...
 ANCESTRY

Adventurer's journey of doubt
Searching for truth and being
Curiosity and nostalgia to tout

Great time of lingering last
Faces and dreams, lost and dashed
Unearth the legends of past

Decrepit photos past their prime
To examine, to infer, to muse
Clandestine clues of ancient time

Peer deep into their face and eyes
Map of wrinkles your answer lies
Of tragic lows and romantic highs

Span the bridge of floating clan
Boats only embrace or evade
Glean your sagas quick you can
 
Sequels parade while memories frayed
Chronicle to ponder life’s intent
 Legacy you are to destiny yet made

...



There’s darkness outside with a glimmer of light 

Slowly the darkness cedes 

Traffic is slowly moving 

The morning has begun 

Coffee and tea being made

The quiet of night being replaced 

By familiar noise

The sun starts to rise

A golden ball

It’s a glorious sight

Another morning has arrived 

As the city wakes up once again

...

You are standing on a beach

The waves move rhythmically 

Back and forth.

The sound is soothing to the ear.

The sun is out, the sky is a clear crystal blue

There are a few white clouds in the sky -- very delicate

The sun is not hot, the air is not cool. It is just right.

There is a light breeze.

When you look out into the water, you see the color, a light turquoise.

The water dances as it moves-- looking like diamonds.

As you walk into the water, you do not feel wet.

Your color changes to the same as that of the water.

As you walk further into the water, your shape

and consistency change.

You melt and meld into the sea.

You feel warm, safe and at peace.

You are finally back home.

You are at peace and safe.

Finally.

...


They come dressed in white

Covered head to toe

Wearing protective gear 

They are the warriors 

Here to fight the enemy 

They didn’t ask for this fight

It was brought to them

As so many times before 



They are on the front lines

Full of courage and care

Making sure the war is won

They are the protectors

The healers

They bring hope at a time of despair 

They bring light when there is darkness 

They are the warriors 


They are our best hope

Every day they fight for the world 

To keep us safe

While others may run away 

They run towards the enemy 

Full of courage and care

They are doctors, nurses and caregivers 

They are researchers and scientists 

They are warriors 

They are heroes 



...

When one is surrounded by clouds of darkness 

When the burden feels to much to handle 

When life is crushing you down 

Seek the small light shining in a distance 

It will guide your way

It is destiny waiting 

It is these small slivers of light that give us hope

They help us try again

They help us begin again 

To look for better days

They help to lift us up 

Believe 

...


After a long hard year 

Frightening at times 

Waiting 

Hoping 

It’s Freedom day

Time to go out

Time to sit in a cafe

Time to watch the world

Time to explore 

It’s been a long time 

It feels good but strange 

I made it to the other side 

I am finally free

...


I will stand by you when you hurt

I will stand by you when you feel joy

I will be there in the good and bad

The hard and the easy

The darkness and the light 

I will hold you up when you can’t 

When you fall to the ground in pain

I will stand by you and lift you up

I will hold your hand to comfort you 

And pull you close to me 

I will never let you go

If you feel alone

You are not

Just turn around 

And you will see

I am behind you 

Standing by you

As I always have been 


...

A mother gives birth in sorrow and bears pains of labor that cause her to weep and mourn.

But her heart is filled with love & joy when she beholds the face of the precious baby that she has born.

 

A mother patiently cares for and is constantly awakened by her baby’s cries during the evening, late night and even at the crack of 

dawn.


A mother puts her child’s needs first before hers; working to support her family even when her body’s tired and worn.

 

The responsibilities of a mother aren’t easy and are filled with many days of weathering the storm.

 

A mother deals with doctor visits, school preparations, religious & children events and lots of other things nine yards long.

 

A mother instills good moral values from her baby’s childhood and through the teen years………. until they’re fully grown.

 

A Mother’s Reward is having her child show they were raised to be respectful, to have good moral character, to be life equipped,

   wise and strong....

Are you a Spotlight?

Christians who are a SPOTLIGHT continuously, steadily and powerfully shine with a brilliant bright glow array…..

Because of God’s presence radiating from within them; they can be DISTINCTIVELY seen…even from far away.

They are brave and bold as they intensely shine brightly as true examples of being doers of the Word for God;

Their talk and their actions beam with an extraordinary range of brightness that exemplifies His genuine love.

 

Are you a Motion Light?

Christians who are a MOTION LIGHT quietly blend in with their surroundings but INSTANTLY LIGHT UP

in prayer, in talking about God or in giving Him Praises;

And they’ll also come on immediately; whenever evil comes within their radius.

Although they aren’t ashamed of who they are, they quickly turn on when something triggers their attention…

That makes them suddenly light up and speak out about their hope in Christ & they’ll give vent to the spirit without quenching.

 

Are you a Christmas Light?

Christians who are a CHRISTMAS LIGHT display themselves as being colorful, flashy, attracting and attention getters for a show.

They are Seasonal……..Some blink on and off……Some change colors or rotate…..They love being admired for their glow.

They blend themselves in with other materialist displays to magnify their own self-glorification;

And although they too can be spotted from a far off……they only display an illusion of illumination.

 

What kind of light do you want to be…… as a CHRISTIAN…… for this World to see??

...
Spring thaw melts hard hearts
Exposing lost summer love
Wilted on the vine
...

Breathtaking

 

Caught in his eyes

With every breath

We fell in love

In a moment of the sweetest

Most pleasurable was his rapture upon me

A breathtaking beauty

Loving

Adoring

Taken in by his kiss

Breathtaking

In his raptured moment

Beauty in his eyes

Adoration on his face

A love of mine

 Embrace

Beauty of breathlessness

In his kiss

Love

Endlessness

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 







 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...

Don't I feel like a loser when I learn you're through with me.
It was news to everyone, especially to me.
Don't I feel pathetic, like there's something wrong with me.
She is far more beautiful than I could ever be.
I stand here null and solemn, though it must be written on my face,
that I've found before the world what you couldn't say to my face.
You blow right on by me with your new love, hand in hand.
So smug, haughty, and thoughtless.  You are not much of a man.
Filled with anger, through and through, I feel like I could drown.
I lift my glass and drink fast to chase the feeling down.
I close my eyes.  I still see your face.  Somehow I should have known.
You kill me inside with a passing glance, and now my heart grows cold.
So much time spent in a one sided love was wasted all on you.
Don't I feel like a loser for ever caring about you.

By Anne Rasico (Joyce)

...

One Day we will understand this question known as why.
Like all that we must wait for, it will come to us in time.
Then, we can tell our children why a stranger bombed our home.
But, now all that we can say is "Dad's not coming home."
We fall down to our knees and anxiously we pray
that they will find another trapped beneath the stones today.
Frantically we searched for friends who aren't accounted for.
And now, we must accept that we won't see them anymore.
When all the dust had settled, we searched for what we couldn't find,
the answer we all needed to the question known as why.
This question still rings in my ears as I stare up at the sky.
How could this have happened?  I never got to say goodbye.
There's nothing I know now to ease the pain inside.
So, full of hope, I wait for the answer as to why.

dedicated to all lost in the September 11th tragedies

 

By Anne Rasico (Joyce)

...

You sit there proud and mighty, judging me from your throne.

Telling all my secrets while forgetting all of your own.

You twirl around and wear that crown.  It shines so beautifully.

Polished by a veil of righteous purity.

You no longer need my loyalty

When you view yourself as royalty.

Your star glows brightest of us all, a phony painting of morality.

Illuminating everything I'm not and never hope to be.

But I'll sit here like a silent jester. I won't let the truth be known.

I won't tarnish your snow white reputation. One day you'll do that on your own.

 

 

By Anne Rasico (Joyce)

...
She didn't take her car.  She said she'd walk instead. 
She needed to leave the house.  She needed to clear her head.
She didn't take a friend.  She left the house alone.
We waited up all night, but she did not come home.
And, how we looked for her.  We searched the entire town.
We combed the city day and night, but she could not be found.
Why did I let her go alone?  Did I make a big mistake?
Is she in a jail?  On a bus?  At the bottom of a lake?
We lost a special person.  We lost our dearest friend.
We lost the one we love.  Things won't be the same again.
As the gray moon casts its shadow, I think of her tonight.
And so, I wish her well, wherever she is tonight
.

By Anne Rasico (Joyce)

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Dear Devil
How are you doing?
It may seem strange writing to you
But a lot of shit has been going on in my life
Right now, it feels awkward talking to God
And the church leaders are nothing but politicians
The rest of the congregation are just living scripted lives.

I don’t have to talk about the heathen
They talk about things they don’t even understand
They encounter knowledge too great for them
And end up destroying their lives
Whilst believing they are saving them.

I feel you are the only one I could talk to right now
At least, we have been through similar experiences.

You know how it feels to be cast out
You know how it feels to be rejected
To be chased far away from home
All because of one simple mistake.

I am tempted to ask how you’ve been doing lately
Like it’s been thousands of years.

Do you ever wish that day never saw its morning?
Don’t you for once desire to change fate?
That you could turn back the hands of time?
Before that very day.

Would you be angry if I asked?
Don’t you, for once, wish you never committed that hideous act?
Because right now, it feels the same to me.

I wish I never did what I did
But sometimes it feels different.

I don’t know how it would sound if I asked
Do you feel so deep that you can’t turn back?
Does the guilt hurt so much?
That the only escape is to kill your conscience.

Sometimes, I feel comfortable with the life I’m living
I think I cannot escape fate
That this is the reason why I was born
That the world needs people like you and me in order to thrive
Does it feel the same way to you?

Nevertheless, I am curious to know
Dear Devil
How have you been doing?
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