Good Afternoon! I went to bed at 1:30AM and woke at 10:00AM. For those of you who are new visitors the reason I note the times I sleep is because for three years I could not sleep at night much and had such insomnia that I got little sleep of any sort. Since I came off Seroquel, an antipsychotic medication, in mid January I have been sleeping during the hours of darkness and staying awake during daylight. I want to keep a record for myself and my counselors who visit here on occasion. I feel very rested, but my stomach is not back to normal yet.

I have been working a little on Another Bit Of Chronicling. It has some posts on it that I was not sure about posting here. I think my more erotic poetry and my more religious dominated postings deserve a different forum. How I ever put the two together is a mystery to me though. Sometimes my thinking is bizarre.

Still enjoying looking through my notebooks. There is a lot of material in these. I am sure you will be seeing more of this material… in fact I think I will post some now:

Love Child

The little golden girl

Sat among boys

Dreaming of only

Having one love

Admire her.

They all beguiled her

Asking favors

Altogether.

She could not

Deny the requests,

She gave

Of the deepest

Part of her

To each in turn.

She felt only

Love for them,

No shame touched

Her mind or soul.

Later in secret

She cried bitter

Tears for none

Would claim her,

Not one would

Admit he loved her.

So she concluded

That men were cruel,

And loving was bad.

Her heart broke

In tiny bits,

But she still wished

To please, so dried

Her hazel eyes;;

And played

The games again.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Love Is…  

Love is accepting

Someone as they are

Without forcing them to change.

Love is caring

For someone

Without any pretensions.

Love is helping

Someone realize a goal

And being proud of their achievement.

Love is being honest

Without intentionally hurting

Someone else’s feelings.

Love is listening

When someone talks

And considering their opinions.

Love is sharing

Emotions, things, and thoughts

With someone else.

Love is understanding

The differences in others

And respecting their individuality.

Love is the most precious

Of all sentiments

And should be handled with care.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

More Musings On The Subject Of Love

Love can end a war.

However, the strength of love

Would be better expended

In preventing war’s beginning.

Love is a gift

Which can only be given

To those who will

Gladly receive it.

Otherwise, love is needlessly wasted.

Love is not a simple solution

To all life’s problems,

But a good beginning

Toward their ending.

Love is not a greedy person

Nor an unkind word,

But a generous friend

And a soft spoken voice.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Well, don’t want to overpower you with too much at once.

TTYL,

Jo Ann

I thought these were worth sharing:

Idle Thought

I am a poet

Sometimes, at least I like

To think I am

Then again words are cheap

And paper is just a waste

Of forest land

Because so much

Of what I write

Finally winds up

In the garbage can.

Still I sit idle

In a comfortable chair

Composing shallow lines

Of simple verse

That will never have a chance

To converse

With anyone but me

At least that way

No one can disagree,

And it seems good therapy.

I am a poet

Sometimes, they should see

No so bad at all

These fragile lines

Placed tenderly, thoughtfully,

Solidly on the blank pages

Replacing my dark rages

Of deep melancholy

With lighter hues, subtle truths.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Hope Despite Woe

Upon my word

I do believe

Somewhere out there

Shall be

The love that was

Never given me.

Upon my heart

I do concede

Somewhere out there

Could be

The man who should

Be here with me.

Upon my life

I do not see

Why such bad luck

Should be;

The men who could

Seldom look at me.

Yet, upon my word

I do still believe

Somewhere out there

Shall be

The love that was

Never given me.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I have been trading heavily on BlogShares today. If you have not looked at that I recommend you check it out. Pretty neat stuff going on there. I have stock in several of the people listed over on the side here, and of course you can always check out my blog on there. My growth for the month so far is quite good. I am still unranked though.

My stomach is still troubling me… if you are the praying type say one for me.

Smiles,
Jo Ann

Killer’s Delight

I am a murderer!

I now admit my guilt.

I enjoyed watching

Them die in agony.

It was fascinating

Setting the victims up

I was so careful, meticulous,

They did not realize.

No one suspects me, nor knows

I got such obscene pleasure.

No one would ever guess

That my gentle face hides such passion.

It was so simple!

I did not imagine

Anything quite so easy

Would cause their demise.

I observed them for weeks

Trying to formulate

A plan that would work

Causing their extermination.

The crime was so good

Even the best investigators

Could not find a clue.

It was environmentally friendly.

I only spread grits

On top of their red beds.

They ingested the food gratefully

And their small bodies bloated, exploded.

They fed their enthroned queen

And in a matter of a few days

I went out to take a look

An there were no fire ants.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I hope that I got ya! Thanks for reading.

Grins,

Jo Ann

Blogs Fall Under This, Too, So Readers Remember This as You Go Along.

General Reader’s Warning

To Be Affixed to All Reading Materials

Perusal of this literature

May be hazardous to your health.

The following are among the risks entailed.

Possibility of leaving domestic tasks undone

Neglecting spouses, children, plants, pets.

Denying need to eat, of overeating,

Disregarding any strenuous exercise.

Probability of causing life dissatisfaction,

Creating need for more private time,

Loss of oral communication skills,

Disinterest in video arts.

However, there is evidence

Averred by avid readers

Suggesting there may also be these positive gains:

An enriched vocabulary,

A greater field of knowledge,

More productive periods of concentration,

A release of imaginative tension.

An inexpensive form of entertainment,

A lesser dependency on others,

Motivation for positive life altering change,

Still more to enjoy.

So should you choose to read,

Do so at your own risk.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Smiles,
Jo Ann

More of my poetic musings:

Until It Is Gone

There is something human

That does not realize

How precious is a thing

Until it is lost forever.

There is something human

That can look at beauty unmoved

Never comprehending the fragility

Until it is lost forever.

There is something human

That does not love too deeply

Nor purely any other creature

Until it is lost forever.

There is something human

That takes all life for granted

Not enjoying sweet essence

Until it is lost forever.

There is something human

That does not realize

How precious is a thing

Until it is lost forever.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Wanting More Me

I worry a lot

About what I have become

The who that I am,

But do not know how

To be any more than this.

I wonder why I am

Discontented with myself,

What more could I be

If I were someday different?

I am quite simple, a by product

Of the immense loneliness that

Reigns supreme inside

My American mind.

I try fruitlessly to fill the empty.

I call on omnipotent God to fill

But still feel miserable, hopeless;

Then suddenly understand

Who I am is what really bothers

But how can I be someone more

When all that remains to work with

Is just this: Me.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Washing

Take your laundry that

Is soiled, dirty,

Place it in washer

Listening quiet

For the smooth swish clothes

Make sliding into

The huge metal drum.

Then imagine all

Troubles and problems

Are locked away

Inside narrow space

Being sure cleansed

By the loving force

Of our Creator.

Take your fresh laundry

Out and examine

The gleam scented clean

Realizing anew

What a blessing it

Is to be dressed

In the love of God.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Whole

Whimpering, wanting

Something, willing to

Explore beyond the

Barriers placed so

Dauntingly in way

Of true consciousness.

Reaching further down

Into abstract being

To the core essence

Of what composes

The unity of

Everlasting oneness.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Boundless

Each individual possesses

Unique gifts which

Enrich the universe

In vast immeasurable ways

The importance of

Each life is infinite

Lending magnificence

To the boundless eternity.

Every creature should

Therefore stand erect

In recognition of significance

To the greater whole.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Those are some more of my happy finds today. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did when I discovered them again.

Always,

Jo Ann

I was trying to think of where my haiku were hidden and finally found some in a notebook. I think the others must have been on Alex’s computer when we formatted the hard-drive. I went to bed at 3:30AM and woke up when Mom called me at 11:30AM. She wanted to go to town, so we went out despite my upset stomach. I feel really nauseous today, just took Pepto to try and calm everything down.

I am posting haiku partially because I love the form and partially on account of Loach’s suggestion:

Rain water pours down

Like my strong desperation

Causing growing pains.

April here again

The time I long called love

But shadows now blight.

Sun rises, shadows

Fall to ground graying darkness

But the light conquers.

Confidence I need

So I can stand strong once more

But my faith narrows.

Did you really know

Who you held tightly in arms

Before you said bye?

©April 24, 1997

The trees are bare now

Like the circle of my arms,

Winter continues.

Bright days are coming

When beautiful flowers bloom

Spring-time beckons us.

Limbs like skeletons

Reach toward the clear blue sky

Winter is waning.

The cold is biting

Like old memories hidden

Yet not forgotten.

Anger burns like fire

Eating at one’s inner parts

Until the harm mends.

Sons grow fast as grass

Surpassing our daily dreams,

Finally leaving.

Old age is not kind

Leaving one brittle, broken,

Winter wasted trees.

Dawn breaks upon us

Awakening out senses,

Soft roses open.

When we are happy

Sunlight streams bright over us

We know Spring will come.

©March 8, 2002

Dreaming once again

Days when warmth finally comes

Spring rains down on us.

Rising from the grave

Of dreary Winter dark days

Spring beckons flowers.

On Easter morning

The Savior new arisen

Wakes His creation.

©April 15, 2003

Smiles light the sweet eyes

Of our much blessed children

Sun lit blossoms bloom.

Gray skies like Winter

Still hold windy mighty sway

Trees like us then bend.

©March 19, 2005

Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I am sure there are more of these around here. I will keep an eye out for them when I am puttering around. I think Alex has floppies with all my content that was on his computer so I may reload them onto his computer and transfer them to CD so my computer can read them. I do not have a floppy drive which is unfortunate sometimes.

I found these in my notebook too:

Spring Arrives

The cold gray of Winter

Fades gradually away

Blue taking over the canopy

Green surging forth

In places where bleak skeletal

Branches only recent were seen.

All life seems to cry

Come out join the festival

Death is only a season

Be revived in joy

Awaken and arise

Blush and welcome surprise.

©April 24,1997

Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Glow

Carry the glow

Of light within

You even when

The world sore forsakes

All your hopes and dreams.

Let it nourish you

And those who round you

Are sinking into

Deep waters of despair

You will have well done.

Upon your life

Sweet grace and love

Will then abound

And you live to see

The victory no test can confound.

©April 23, 1997

Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I thank Loach for encouraging me to find the haiku and so discover these forgotten poems. Pretty cool for me.

Hope you have a wonderful Saturday!

Smiles,

Jo Ann

I cannot find any haiku to post, but am sure there are some somewhere on the computer. I am still searching.

I added some stuff to my profile. I thought I would be a little more open here, not that I have not been in the past.

I thought if Red Kitten on Abnormally Normal People could post about her search for "the right one" that maybe I could do the same. I opened up my account on one of the search services tonight and wish I could edit more of it.

I don’t have an exceptionally witty ad to post, but maybe someone will talk to me eventually.

I forgot to tell you about my adventures in the rain yesterday. I looked at my leg in the shower and have an big black bruise on my knee and it reminded me. I was coming up the steps into the house and fell up them. Everything in my hands went flying. It was a mess and hurt too.

Some more poems:

What is Real

Some days the wishes

Seem dreams we never

Realize in our day to day,

But that is not what

Our souls have to say;

We are winners in reality.

Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Copyright December 31, 2000

Why We Die

Long ago when time began

There came along the race of man…

The first one having done

All that he could finally do

Grew somewhat tired and bored

Realizing nothing more for him

Remained within scope of earthly planes.

So he chose to go back

To the source from whence he came

Others found his body but not his self,

Then after some long discussion

All decided they too must someday go

To see where their friend had gone

But not all at once, just along and along

And ever since people have followed.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Finger Plays

Fingers lightly skim surface

Of exposed arm just enough

To send shivering delight

To sensation starved mind.

Words tumbling from loosed tongue

Cease because distraction halts

Train of winsome thought beyond

Ecstasy of tender touch.

Long remembered feelings

Come fully realized to fore

Heart speeding happily beats

In tempo of our own love.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

April 3, 2003

Well that seems to be all I have right now.

TTYL,

Jo Ann

T.J. Does Windows – Revisited

She is not sophisticated

In her manipulative use,

Still it is her desired program.

She arrives by invitation

Of the sheer openness to lounge

Gazing out at the spacious world,

No blinds to obscure her vision.

She slumbers utterly content

Upon the eggshell windowsill,

Her sable nose twitching softly

As she seizes some slight fragrance.

She leaps sudden, down gracefully,

Slinking lithe ebony and white

Elsewhere to dream or spry engage

In her coddled cat wonderland.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

March 11, 2000

For  the cat lovers out there. I wish I had a picture to put up with it, too.

Smiles,

Jo Ann