Category: Original Poetry

A New Old Poem Makes Its Debut…

I have a few things to say. Can anyone suggest a munchie, for some reason I am unable to find anything I like at present.

 

Then I have an old poem, very old, right now I do not feel this way at all.

 

Captive To You

 

I gave you my heart

Totally, completely

Free of any charge.

 

All I asked of you

A little love,

Tenderness in return.

 

Now you tell me

You want my love

No longer.

 

You have become

Cold, cruel,

A heartless brute.

 

Still you hold my heart,

Love, in your palm;

I am captive to you.

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

Going to bed really soon. Just a short post before I try sleeping. I promise to get back to comments soon as I can. Incidentally I am still leaving all comments on my blog. I saw a few sites that were editing what was posted. Not my style at all.

 

I love to talk to you guys. I still kinda hope there are no tasteful, but nasty comments on the blog, but so far I never delete anything on the site unless something happens with MSN anything here will be politely considered and remain on the space. I am sorry for all the folks that got deleted because I liked the comments.

 

Thank you for stopping by… Oh, and do not worry about me going anywhere soon. I realized I could not find anywhere with quite the options I want right now.

 

One last housekeeping note, please do ask if you want to repost on your own site. All of my stuff is copyrighted for a reason. I don’t mind reposts of poems and such, but would rather know if at all possible.

 

Smiles,

Jo Ann

A Quick Update…

I forgot to tell everyone I went to bed at 1:30AM and woke up from bad, bad dreams where my father was attacking me at 8:00AM. I sure was glad to find my bed with nobody but me in it. Thank God I woke up. I did not want to stay in that dream. Reality was a relief.

 

Alex came home, and after the initial shock of his room being cleaned up, I think he likes it. I am so glad to see his desk again. I vacuumed my room and straightened up from sleeping. I still have not gotten to my shower. I guess that is next.

 

Alex wants to go to town so we may do that later today. If not, tomorrow for sure. I have to frame a picture for Mom today. I am glad I slept more last night. It was nice to wake up fully refreshed. The day is going good so far.

 

I finally managed to wake up. I am listening to music as I type. I am glad I loaded all the new stuff into my computer so that I can listen to it randomly. I love getting different artists without having to listen to the radio.

 

A poem… of mine this time, one of the old ones:

 

Chair Whine

 

A chair scraped across protesting floor

With a grating, irritating whine –

While in a forest majestic virgin

Chainsaws began to whine –

 

No thought was being given

To the repercussions of the act –

More trees would grow

No oxygen would be lacked –

 

Money was to be made at market

Lumber business was very good –

Environment did not matter

A whining chair crossing floor –

 

The forest has grown ever smaller

Many trees have been slain –

The whining chair has fallen silent

No more movement it proclaimed…

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

Yes, I admit it. I am a bit of a tree hugger, not too bad though. I love the forest and always have. I hope the poem makes someone think, even though it is an old one.

 

Smiles,

Jo Ann

Check This One Out… The First Of Many….

As introduction to this poem I have to say it is a very old poem. Perhaps produced in the late sixties or early seventies. Prior to 1975 at least. So here goes, it is one of those found today.

 

A Composition of Loving Hope

 

Why is love so unfair?

It seems so strong

Then fades to indifference

And eventually disappears.

 

For years it grows,

And then blooms

Bright and fair;

Then it dies.

 

Passion takes a hold

Then it changes,

Ebbs away,

Replaced by true love.

 

Love an mystery,

An inept sort

Of curiosity

That welds us together.

 

A wish, a hope,

Strong and bold

Unafraid of disgrace;

That lingers on.

 

Incomparable in its depth,

Its unpredictability,

Its sweetness,

And its cruelty.

 

A beautiful commitment

Of naïve trust,

Sweet and forgiving.

To someone else.

 

A dream of happiness

Finally come true,

But then all illusions

Are suddenly dispelled.

 

Left lonely and forlorn;

No one to turn to,

No one to tell,

No way to share the pain.

 

Still feeling,

Still wanting,

Still needing,

But afraid to ask.

 

Trying to forget

And only remembering.

Hunting a balm,

But there is no contentment.

 

Wishing to be free;

Yet, retreating once again.

Almost outside, free;

Now, going back in.

 

Dreams in the night

Come to haunt;

Remembrances of moments

Light-hearted and happy.

 

Love, so strange

A luring tempter

Which runs away

Not caring about the pain.

 

Forever returning

To welcoming arms,

No matter the hurt,

Try again.

 

Yet, once more

The disappointment returns,

Happiness does not last,

Not with love.

 

Knowing the outcome,

Why go on searching?

It probably is not real,

Or can not be found.

 

Ah, but without hope

Why go on living?

It must be real;

Others are content.

 

Try again,

Fall down,

Contemplate,

Do it once more.

 

Perhaps, if continued

As a broader search,

Desire will be fulfilled

In a lasting love.

 

No giving up,

Not now, it is too late.

Forget the drawbacks

And continue on.

 

It can get worse

Before it gets better,

But it is darkest

Just before the dawn.

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

This happens to be one of a group of my earliest poems that was retrieved today. I hope you will enjoy the celebration I will have on the blog in coming days.

 

I intend to post a few more of the oldest poems. This is the first. It is long, but I love that I got it back in a computer again and now onto this blog. The current poem seems very appropriate for where I am in my life right now. It seems timeless to me. Maybe it should be one of a group I attempt to publish. What is your opinion? Please make a comment below.

 

Thank you for reading today!

 

TTYL,

Jo Ann

Have You Been Missing My Second Entry, I Have?

Well, I have made a lot of progress on BlogShares tonight. I had some time to waste. I also responded to a request for information on one of the personal sites I am still a member of at present. I hope that endeavor goes well. I am not actively into searching, but did notice a few compatible profiles on that site. One asked for a reasonably normal female. I wonder if I fit that category. Any takers out there am I reasonably normal, or no.

 

I did a little surfing tonight and found a couple of new sites that piqued my interest. One is QuackTrack.com. Which is a search site devoted to blogs. My reminiscences top the charts in several categories. It was also nice to see that this site is at the top of one or two Google searches. I was checking to see how quickly someone could find me by using the email address, it is not to hard in my case. I am not sure whether this is good or not. Even HopefulJo is traceable to this weblog. That is my user name in a lot of places since 1991. Should be interesting what comes of all the accessibility.

 

I slept to long today. I am still wired for speed right now and bed time is only an hour away. I did get the full version of OneNote today, and it looks like I got a duplicate order which I cannot use. Is anyone interested in buying the program? I would rather receive a payment than go through the hassle of a online return. I have found that I really like this program more than Word for blogging. It lays on top of everything in a small window that is perfect for adding links and the filing system is more intuitive than Word. If anyone is interested just leave an email in the comments area. I actually have three copies still in the shrink wrap and that hard to remove plastic cover.

 

A selection from Rumi found in Rumi Hidden Music translated by Maryam Mafi & Azima Melita Kolin on page 141. This translates to my concept of the blogosphere:

Never linger too long with the ignorant,

throw stones at their talk.

Walk only with the lovers,

the mirror of the soul gets rusty when

dipped in muddy water.

 

I liked that very much and the pictures in this book are gorgeous, much like I would like for my book to appear if I ever get one published.

 

Here is my selection of poetry by myself for today, I reserve the right to add more though. That after all is one of the prerogatives every blogger has to themselves:

 

Aloneness

 

Being alone, so very lonely

So afraid of its lasting forever

When all I want is someone

To love, to cherish always.

 

Yet, being alone clarifies

The feelings spotlighting

Imperfections in my plans

Clearing up my reasoning.

 

Maybe it is finally time

For me to grow independent

Without anyone to hold to

So that I am true to myself.

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

April 24, 1997

 

I have noticed that this period of time is most conducive for my writing because I have more collected poems during March and April than any other time. I may try to focus on that in coming weeks a little more.

 

I finally overdrew my checking account really badly. I am still not sure how to remedy that problem. I think setting up a sellers account on Amazon was a very good idea in my present circumstances. Maybe I can sell some of what I currently own to keep up with the debt. I am thinking of Ebay as well, but don’t quite understand that process. There is a lot I cannot part with right now, but there a few recent purchases I could part with still.

 

I copied a quote I found very interesting to paste here:

 

God’s provisions are strategically located along the path of your obedience.

C. Elijah Bronner

 

Here is a further selection of my own poetry:

 

Our Selves – A Part

 

Beginning

All that mattered

Our togetherness,

But life is shattering

Fractures happen

Time dissolves

So here we stand

Fine lines etched

Across our faults

Bridge shaken into

Moribund ruins

What mattered

A distant memory

Of longing in loneliness.

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

April 29, 1997

 

That is all I think I can post right now. Thanks for stopping by.

 

Smiles,

Jo Ann

Busy Day Ahead

I should hit 4,000 page views in my statistics today if traffic is normal. I went to be at 1:30AM and woke up at 7:00AM this morning. I have to go to town in a few minutes. We have some business to attend to today. I do not know how long that will take.

 

I have a couple of things to add to the blog today. First a piece of journaling and then a short poem.

 

Day 1: Say “AHHH”

 

Journal Prompts and My Responses

 

Write a list of your fears and anxieties (worst-case scenarios) that might come up over the next 40 days. Include all obstacles you anticipate that might bring you down or stand in your way…

 

I might not follow through with the activities and journaling every day.

This might be more of a commitment than I can handle right now.

I might have extensive financial difficulties in the coming days, which would increase my stress levels inordinately.

Mother is not doing well and may require more of my time than usual.

I want to continue my avid and voracious reading and that may be impossible while completing these additional activities.

Leigh may require my assistance due to resuming some of her work in Systems and Applied Solutions Corporation. These duties would impinge on my time for inessential activities.

I may have difficulties with the computer and have to write by hand.

I sometimes lack dedication and motivation.

It is easier to resist change than enact change.

My attention can wander when I embark on a path and I often become sidetracked.

 

List the positive inklings and “good feelings” you have about what you are doing…

 

I am excited by the idea of increasing my use of intuition.

I like using my imagination and doing creative things.

I think writing on the computer will be a good experience that will help me when I work on my poetry and blog.

I feel that new opportunities and possibilities are just around the corner, rapidly approaching in the coming days.

I am very happy with my acquisitions and my accommodations at this time.

This is a great time to begin something new… the present is the only time in which things may be done.

God is with me as I discover my essential self and my spirituality.

And we know all things work together for good to those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose. – Romans 8:28

I am trying to work toward a daytime lifestyle and think this will help with it.

If I can successfully incorporate journaling into my life for 40 days perhaps I will continue it indefinitely and that might aid my writing over time.

This work should give me some interesting insights that might be useful in articles and such.

Introspective work like this can be therapeutically beneficial.

These 40 days and 40 nights might teach me to respect myself more, trust myself, and be my own best friend.

I can let go of my fears one moment at a time for each day.

 

Moodlings… On The Simple Abundance Companion

 

Some promises I have made to myself and not kept:

To exercise regularly

To eat a balanced diet

To control my spending

To write daily or at least often

To work artistically often

To let go of past relationships

To stop procrastinating

Some promises I can reward myself with:

To treat myself with love

To have joy

To make contact with someone dear to me weekly

To be flexible about scheduling my time

To get outside for a while daily – even a few minutes is great

Promises I have made to others and kept at the cost of my own desires:

To be available to mother at all times

To return calls when there were other things I wanted to do

To overextend myself financially when I wanted to leave something off

To allow use of my things when I really rather not

To go out when I am tired and overwrought

To leave my schedule open when I had things I wanted to pursue

Promises above that I am proud of:

Being available to Mom

Sharing my things

Promises I should not have made:

To spend when I could not afford it

To leave my schedule open when I had things I wanted to pursue

A personal promise I especially want to keep:

To write daily or at least often – I can begin today and follow through continually

Excavating my buried dream by thinking about dreams I have had and abandoned and determining the cause of their demise:

To be a model – relinquishment

To be a published writer – good intentions

To go to college – wrong choices

To have a successful marriage – rejections, wrong choices, bungled efforts

To run my own business – bad timing

To find my ideal work and make a good living – bitter failure

A dream I did bring into the world:

Raising a reasonably happy child

– I refused to give up even in adversity

– I expended a great deal of love

– I was accepting and understanding

– I had faith in my child and myself

Learning to use a computer

– I worked until I could have a computer despite others telling me that I did not need to buy one

– I kept trying even when I made mistakes

– I bought proper tools

– I took time to learn

Intuition:

I use it to determine when to contact those I love

I sometimes know when things are going wrong

I sometimes know when someone is going to phone me

I have sensed something bad was going to happen just before catastrophic events or accidents in the past

Right now seems to be a time of growth:

I have the feeling it is the right time to expand my personal horizons

Opportunities are opening up for me

I want to write more and be more creative – I found materials and workshops to accommodate my desires

An opportunity passed me by:

When I did not continue contact with Vocational Rehab and so did not enroll in college a while ago

 

The poem follows…

 

Careless Caress

 

A careless caress calms

The lonely emotion

Of a precious person

Whose life feels shallow,

Hollow, without moment.

A careless caress quells

Fears and tears that trickle

Down into dismal frowns;

And sprinkles the day

With jubilant exuberance.

A careless caress invites

Harried people to stop,

Be cordial to one another

Caught in a present

Fraught with abundance.

A careless caress causes

Mischief and evokes pleasure

Among friends who consider

Themselves too close, too

Ideal, to fall in love.

 

Jo Ann Joyce Anita Jordan

© September 22, 2002

 

Got to go now.

 

TTYL,

Jo Ann

A Poem and Good Stuff from the Web

I want to share this short poem with you, I found it this morning in my notebook and like it very much.

 

Self-expressed

 

Just beyond the threshold

Of where I am

Lies the freedom

Of who I would like to be,

But the picture is unclear

Like an image glimpsed

In shifting moonlight,

All too rare to be fully known.

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

I went to bed at 2:30AM and am getting a late start today. I woke up at 7:15AM to take Alex to the bus, but he decided he wanted Mom to take him. I went back to bed and slept until 9:30. I had an 11:00 appointment with my counselor, but am not feeling like driving so far, so I called her and cancelled. She is very understanding about such things.

 

A Special Dog Named ‘Einstein’

 

I Don’t Speak Dog

 

A guy gets a new dog, a nice Jewish dog. He names the dog Einstein and trains Einstein to do a couple of tricks. He can’t wait to show Einstein off to his neighbor. A few weeks later when the neighbor finally comes over, the guy calls Einstein into the house, bragging about how smart he is.

 

The dog quickly comes running and stands looking up at his master, tail wagging excitedly, mouth open, tongue hanging out, eyes bright with anticipation. The guy points to the newspaper on the couch and commands "Fetch!"

 

Immediately, the dog climbs onto the couch and sits, his tail wagging furiously. Then all of a sudden, he stops. His doggie smile disappears. He starts to frown and puts on a sour face. Looking up at his master, he whines, "You think this is easy, wagging my tail all the time? Oy vey … And you think it’s easy eating that junk that you call designer dog food? Forget it … it’s too salty and it gives me gas. It’s disgusting I tell you!"

 

The neighbor is absolutely amazed … stunned. In astonishment, he says, "I can’t believe it. Einstein can speak. Your dog actually talks. You asked him to fetch the newspaper and he is sitting on the sofa talking to us."

 

"I know, I know," says the dog owner. "He’s not yet fully trained. He thought I said kvetch."

 

This joke courtesy of Beliefnet Religious Joke email newsletter. This arrives daily in my inbox. You can subscribe at: Beliefnet.

 

Quote for today:

 

All the Utopias will come to pass when we grow wings and all people are converted into angels.

–  Fyodor Dostoevsky

 

Why Peace Begins With You

 

Seven spiritual practices for bringing peace into your life and the world around you.

By Deepak Chopra

Reprinted from Chopra.com.

 

The approach of personal transformation is the idea of the future for ending war. It depends on the only advantage that people of peace have over warmakers: sheer numbers. If enough people in the world transformed themselves into peacemakers, war could end. The leading idea here is critical mass. It took a critical mass of human beings to embrace electricity and fossil fuels, to teach evolution and adopt every major religion. When the time is right and enough people participate, critical mass can change the world. Can it end war?

 

There is precedent to believe that it might. The ancient Indian ideal of Ahimsa, or non-violence, gave Gandhi his guiding principle of reverence for life. In every spiritual tradition it is believed that peace must exist in one’s heart before it can exist in the outer world. Personal transformation deserves a chance.

 

Can it end war?

 

There is precedent to believe that it might. The ancient Indian ideal of Ahimsa, or non-violence, gave Gandhi his guiding principle of reverence for life. In every spiritual tradition it is believed that peace must exist in one’s heart before it can exist in the outer world. Personal transformation deserves a chance.

 

When a person is established in non-violence, those in his vicinity cease to feel hostility.

— Patanjali, ancient Indian sage

 

Seven Practices for Peace

 

The program for peacemakers asks you to follow a specific practice every day, each one centered on the theme of peace.

 

Sunday: Being for Peace

Monday: Thinking for Peace

Tuesday: Feeling for Peace

Wednesday: Speaking for Peace

Thursday: Acting for Peace

Friday: Creating for Peace

Saturday: Sharing for Peace

 

Our hope is that you will create peace on every level of your life. Each practice takes only a few minutes. You can be as private or outspoken as you wish. But those around you will know that you are for peace, not just through good intentions but by the way you conduct your life on a daily basis. 

 

Sunday: Being for Peace

Today, take 5 minutes to meditate for peace. Sit quietly with your eyes closed. Put your attention on your heart and inwardly repeat these four words: Peace, Harmony, Laughter, Love. Allow these words to radiate from your heart’s stillness out into your body. As you end your meditation, say to yourself, "Today I will relinquish all resentments and grievances." Bring into your mind anyone against whom you have a grievance and let it go. Send that person your forgiveness.

 

Monday: Thinking for Peace

Thinking has power when it is backed by intention. Today, introduce the intention of peace in your thoughts. Take a few moments of silence, then repeat this ancient prayer:

 

Let me be loved, let me be happy, let me be peaceful.
Let my friends be happy, loved, and peaceful.
Let my perceived enemies be happy, loved, and peaceful.
Let all beings be happy, loved, and peaceful.
Let the whole world experience these things.

 

Any time during the day if you are overshadowed by fear or anger, repeat these intentions. Use this prayer to get back on center.

 

Tuesday: Feeling for Peace

This is the day to experience the emotions of peace. The emotions of peace are compassion, understanding, and love.

 

Compassion is the feeling of shared suffering. When you feel someone else’s suffering, there is the birth of understanding.

 

Understanding is the knowledge that suffering is shared by everyone. When you understand that you aren’t alone in your suffering, there is the birth of love.

 

When there is love there is the opportunity for peace.

 

As your practice, observe a stranger some time during your day. Silently say to yourself, "This person is just like me. Like me, this person has experienced joy and sorrow, despair and hope, fear and love. Like me, this person has people in his or her life who deeply care and love them. Like me, this person’s life is impermanent and will one day end. This person’s peace is as important as my peace. I want peace, harmony, laughter, and love in their life and the life of all beings."  

 

Wednesday: Speaking for Peace

Today, the purpose of speaking is to create happiness in the listener. Have this intention: Today every word I utter will be chosen consciously. I will refrain from complaints, condemnation, and criticism.

Your practice is to do at least one of the following:

 

Tell someone how much you appreciate them.

Express genuine gratitude to those who have helped and loved you.
 
Offer healing or nurturing words to someone who needs them.
 
Show respect to someone whose respect you value.
 
If you find that you are reacting negatively to anyone, in a way that isn’t peaceful, refrain from speaking and keep silent. Wait to speak until you feel centered and calm, and then speak with respect.

 

Thursday: Acting for Peace
Today is the day to help someone in need: A child, a sick person, an older or frail person. Help can take many forms. Tell yourself, "Today I will bring a smile to a stranger’s face. If someone acts in a hurtful way to me or someone else, I will respond with a gesture of loving kindness. I will send an anonymous gift to someone, however small. I will offer help without asking for gratitude or recognition."

Friday: Creating For Peace
Today, come up with at least one creative idea to resolve a conflict, either in your personal life or your family circle or among friends. If you can, try and create an idea that applies to your community, the nation, or the whole world. You may change an old habit that isn’t working, look at someone a new way, offer words you never offered before, or think of an activity that brings people together in good feeling and laughter.

 

Share your experience of growing peace.
Share your gratitude that someone else is as serious about peace as you are.
Share your ideas for helping the world move closer to critical mass.
Do whatever you can, in small or large ways, to assist anyone who wants to become a peacemaker.

 

Second, invite a family member or friend to come up with one creative idea of this kind on their own. Creativity feels best when you are the one thinking up the new idea or approach. Make it known that you accept and enjoy creativity. Be loose and easy. Let the ideas flow and try out anything that has appeal. The purpose here is to bond, because only when you bond with others can there be mutual trust. When you trust, there is no need for hidden hostility and suspicion, which are the two great enemies of peace.

Saturday: Sharing For Peace

Today, share your practice of peacemaking with two people. Give them this information and invite them to begin the daily practice.

As more of us participate in this sharing, our practice will expand into a critical mass. Today joyfully celebrate your own peace consciousness with at least one other peace-conscious person. Connect either trough e-mail or phone.

 

Share your experience of growing peace.
 
Share your gratitude that someone else is as serious about peace as you are.
 
Share your ideas for helping the world move closer to critical mass.
 
Do whatever you can, in small or large ways, to assist anyone who wants to become a peacemaker.

The Best Reason To Become A Peacemaker

Now you know the program. If you transform yourself into a peacemaker, you won’t become an activist marching in the streets. You will not be "anti" anything. No money is required. All you are asked to do is to go within and dedicate yourself to peace.

 

It just might work.

 

Even if you don’t immediately see a decline in violence around the world, you will know in your heart that you have dedicated your own life to peace.

 

But the single best reason to become a peacemaker is that every other approach has failed.

We don’t know what number the critical mass is–the best we can hope is to bring about change by personal transformation. Isn’t it worth a few moments of your day to end 30 wars around the world and perhaps every future war that is certain to break out?

Right now there are 21.3 million soldiers serving in armies around the world. Can’t we recruit a peace brigade ten times larger?

A hundred times larger? The effort begins now, with you.

 

Thought that was worth sharing with you.

 

Smiles,

Jo Ann

I got the Fonts INSTALLED…

 

I Finally figured out how to load the fonts.

 

This is Dented.

 

This is Brass Knuckle.

 

This is Chemical Reaction.

 

This is Acknowledge.

 

This is lethargic.

 

This is Syracuse.

 

Now that I know how to install them I am going back for more.

 

That took me so long to do. I had to work with the computer a while. I posted the link in the next entry. It is cool that I now have more fonts to choose from. I had a pretty good supply before because many of my programs come with fonts. Like Corel, Photoshop, Paint… and of course Office comes with fonts too.

 

I think I have to go eat soon, but first a poem.

 

Fully Awakened

 

I can taste the spice

Of your skin on my lips

As I explored the

Secrets of your body;

The honeyed sweetness

Of your mouth

When you timidly

Thrust your tongue

Inside my mouth

For the first time.

Tyros discovering

The art of sex,

Fulfillment;

Full of inexperienced

Passion coming

Fully awake,

Alive to the beauty

Of our bodies

Separate, but completing

Each other’s existence.

I can even now

Prancing over the yard

Composing this poem,

See the glistening hear

Rising off you,

Feel the stroking

Of your fingers

Making me melt again.

Ah, the precious

Gift of wonder –

First true love.

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

See ya later! Going to go get some food.

 

Smiles,

Jo Ann

Happy Easter!

I am up early for it to be a weekend. I went to bed at 1:30AM and woke from a bad dream at 7:00AM. In this dream I was lost and a young woman took some of my clothes. I struggled to wake up. Thank God I was able to tell myself it was only a dream. There was one part where a young girl had my full attention and she made more sense than any of the rest of the dream. She was telling a story, but the details did not stay with me.

 

Happy Easter to those who celebrate! Hope the rest of you have the best of days! I have lots of laundry to do today. That should keep me somewhat busy.

 

Something light to give you a smile:

 

Fixation

 

I want a cookie!

I want a cookie,

But the jar is empty.

This is good.

This is good,

I do not need sweets,

Trying to keep my figure.

That does not stop me

From wanting some,

Never only one.

Never only one,

But at least I can

Ignore the temptation

Since it remains unattainable,

So unattainable.

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

I ran out of Girl Scout Cookies… and when I ran across this it seemed appropriate.

 

Be Exposed

 

Shiver, and be real…

To me now.

Letting soft fingers

Run so slow

That your thinking turns

Away from

Your self-centered

Places freely.

Echoing distant

Melodies

You just remember,

Bare as snow

On dried Winter grass.

Then feel me

Hot as blazing sun

Surround you,

In a song so new

Begun that

Tears prickle your clear

Eyes shining

Brilliant with new life.

Then once more,

Shiver, and be real…

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

I need to go get the laundry started, so I will be back in a bit.

 

Always,

Jo Ann

A Poem I Found In My Notebook…

Overcome Indifference

 

You may be sitting there

In your favorite easy chair

Thinking to yourself

‘Why should I care

I have not anything to share.’

 

But you can make a difference

If only you overcome your indifference,

Allow yourself to reach out

Across that spiked fence

You created as your world defense.

 

With that small smile

You locked away in childhood’s file,

You can overcome the woe

That has daunted someone’s smile

And so help undo a sad trial.

 

Take a little chance,

Get up off the seat of your pants,

Try to give a helping hand.

Even a tiny effort plants

A seed for someone’s better chance.

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

Smiles,

Jo Ann

A New Poem At LAST!

The Other

 

More than anything else

In our lives it is other

People who move us with

Strong emotion which

Motivates us to act.

We live, move, and breathe

To provide for someone else

When we see need of desire

We do whatever necessary

To accomplish its fulfillment.

Our job, our work, our creation,

And ultimately our life is done

For those around us though

As a byproduct we profit

Ourselves in some measure.

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Thursday, March 24, 2005

 

I finally wrote a poem! I am so blessed. I have been writing a lot, but nothing creative, finally this. I am so grateful. I hope you like it.

 

Smiles,

Jo Ann