Now and Again,
our paths cross Evil People,
and
you may often wonder
what ate their souls
but
the most frightening thing is;
that they look ordinary.
©
Jacqueline
Tag: #poem
Pots of Unrest…
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I am always puzzled
at how some folks
delight in stirring pots of unrest
in the lives of others,
yet, they want to go home
and expect to have peace in their lives.
In my place, we say that
he who brings in an insect-infested log
has invited lizards for a feast.
The Western world
has benefitted immensely,
from destabilising and destroying Nations.
For Centuries they did and still do this,
but they complain about a handful of immigrants
fleeing the unrest caused by them.
©
Jacqueline
Sharpshooter
From his trigger loaded sharpshooting tongue
he shot dirty, vicious bullets
leaving behind a trail of anger, tears and snot.
©
Jacqueline
This Circle of Life…Personal
Tears leak from my eyes
as I watch your broken heart bleed
from the news that we all dread to receive
that a beloved one has passed on
I have no words enough to offer
that will mend the deep ache that you suffer
but I know that with time its sharpness will dull
with time you will smile again through the tears
In this circle of life, we dance in
never knowing whose turn to return it might be
but memories we gather of each other
to remind us when one is no longer there
My dearest Father-in-law just passed on, my husband aches.
I’m sharply reminded that our time apportioned to sojourn here is short. We must not tarry in seeking our purpose, finding peace, making beautiful memories and in living a life that would leave wonderful, indelible marks in the hearts of those who we love.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. Thomas Campbell
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I Pause To Play..
and my roller coaster crashed!
it came to a jarring halt
my mojo kinda left my heart
pursuing green paper to pay the bills
with little time to sleep a wink
several hungry mouths to feed
my brain almost has no time to think
the greenback has become the king
the king of this jungle called life
I need to get my mojo back
Please forgive my tardiness in responding to your comments. I’m usually not this rude but like my people would say ‘something bigger than the cricket has entered the crickets mouth.’
My life has been a bumpier ride of late, events beyond my control have been trying to take the drivers wheel, but I refuse and trying to get back the grip. I took a pause so that I can get back into the game asap. I have taken odd jobs to keep body and soul together as I ride the rough tide. All is well with me, yet turbulent.
Be well and I’ll be reaching you soon. I miss you.
Jacqueline
You Keep Waiting…
you said that you’ll board
when the time was right
it’s not there anymore
it sailed away without you
next time you say;
you’ll be ready and waiting,
yet you set some fire
to sit with all those cowards in here
who have waited
for as long as life can count
and you didn’t see it pass again
you are still waiting
©
Jacqueline
So Whispers My Soul…
Sometimes hurting sits like a heavy rock that sinks your spirit,
sometimes pain leaves tracks wider than a railroad,
sometimes despair runs so deep that it seems bottomless,
sometimes giving up becomes a relief that beckons so softly;
……
Those times when life has become such trying tedium,
that getting through each day seems an untold hardship,
I hate to offer platitudes that this too shall pass,
but my soul whisper to yours, don’t you ever give up!
……
Words I share with you, I share with myself,
the encouragement that I give you, I give to myself,
for I’ve found that whoever we are and wherever we are from,
we are all the same balancing our struggles on this journey called life.
©
Jacqueline
Don’t give up on today, you have no idea what tomorrow has to offer. Just wait and see
Take A Chance On Love…
I aspire to be an old man, with an old wife, laughing at old jokes from a wild youth – Atticus
Loving him
was risky,
but
it was
a chance
she chose
to take
and
40 years
going on,
she has
never been
happier.
©
Jacqueline
When The Curtains Fall…
I gaze through the window,
outside the light begins to fade
the sky has deepened,
from pale blue to darker blueish grey,
with patches of purple indigo and orange
then it swiftly goes black;
the days’ curtain closes
but I don’t draw my curtains
nor do I turn on the light
I stand here,
high up the 21st floor,
allowing the square glow
from the computer and TV
to light up the room,
as I gaze at the winking taillights
of commuters rushing home;
juxtaposed with people
whose strides have slowed to less hurrying pace
Yet as I take in the pockets of scene before me
the repetitive drone of the news on TV
channel my thoughts to another scene
in another place, at another time;
unfolding in my harassed imagination,
conjuring images of frantic panic
of horrified pandemonium
as gunshots spewed from the window
in rapid fire at innocent lives
Many struck,
blown down by hate,
their painful screams still stuck in their throat
eyes frozen in disbelieving shock
their startled spirits jumped out in a hasty exit
as their curtain falls with eyelids squeezed shut;
the streets run with blood, yet we covet the gun
returning to our sanctuaries, we sigh and pray in mourning,
and wait for the next massacre.
©
Jacqueline
When society develops apathy to the ills found in its midst, the value of the life of its citizenry diminishes.
What My Mama Said To Me…2
Mama said to me, baby,
if you try to move forward
and it fails to work
Why not use the reverse
to get yourself
out of that spot?
©
Jacqueline
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