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Best Poems Written by Jane Vandoe

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Covid-19

China reaches out for power
Over land and across the seas
Raging fevers crush the flowers
Of fragile weak humanity
Nothing known can quell the wake
As ripples drown the soul
Visions of this tragic fate
Interred as church bells toll
Rest for those no longer living
Under a blanket of broken sod
Sins without forgiving.. left to the will of God

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The Hourglass

There's a hole in my soul, so wide and so vast,
it gives me no future and leaves me no past.
Remorse and regrets, for the choices I've made,
now hammer my brain, in a living cascade,
of roads left un-taken and paths unexplored,
of things that I've longed for, of those gone ignored.

Dreams of the dreams, and of what might have been,
the costs for time wasted, the wages of sin.
Procrastination, it taking those turns,
the places I've passed by, where bridges were burned.
The loss of those moments that can't be replaced,
a world of 'what if's?, ' is what I now face.

Oh my mind is so fraught, my will vastly frozen,
with thoughts of those choices, that I've never chosen.
With time that elapses, so quickly somehow,
to bring me this day, the here and the now.
I'm drinking the bottom, the grounds in the brew,
with a mind full of memories, the things I can't do.

I would wish to return to that moment in time,
where all possibilities, were possibly mine.
Where I was a writer of meaningful verse,
where I found acceptance and knew my life's worth.
As life is cut short by times' ruthless hand, 
I've broken the HOURGLASS…lost all the sand...

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Black and White

No human is black
No human is white 
God is the artist 
His palette is light

The rays of the sun 
Show skin as pale tan
To darkest mahogany
Arrayed as a fan

Of red tints and yellows
Of browns in all shades
The plight of the human
Is anger and rage

Blindness to beauty
Painted by God
And blaming ill fate 
On outward facade 

Ignoring Gods gifts
Is man’s greatest sin
A human’s true beauty
Reflects from within

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A-Lone

Once upon a time of day,
I sat A-Lone the month was May
I never knew what caused this thing
I should have been A-Dult that spring
But I was not, I was A-Lone
When someone called me on the phone
It was A-buse I wasn't home
I lied and said I was A-Dapt
A-Lone was gone that was a fact
Just then oh what else should I hear
Another ringing in my ears
And then a knocking at the door
I opened to find A-Dore
Who said we must go out just then
We had a date to meet A-Gain
So quickly with a click and clack
I hung the phone up just like that
A-Buse could wait till I got back
Then we went out and down the street
I looked, oh my who should we meet
It was A-Buse, so indiscreet
To act as though we saw him not
To pass him by became the plot
But hark, my name flew through the air
It was A-miss, life isn't fair
A-miss was loud and we were seen
It was a mess A-Buse got mean
Then just as everything went wrong
Right behind him came A-Long
A-Long who sang a different song
They started to argue, me oh me
So off I ran to find A-Gree
But when I was just out of voice
I realized, this was my choice
Then I sat down and breathed a moan
How good it was to be A-Lone

03/18/2020

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Past Tense

I could make excuses
Or claim I was possessed
But fact would find its way out
Of duplicity confessed

So I will speak those truths
Clandestine in my past
Although far from my first mistakes
I vow each one the last

I have worshiped money
My words have been profane
I have ignored the Sabbath
And caused my parents pain

I’ve smashed some helpless insects
Thought things much less than pure
I’ve pilfered things that were not mine
Because I wanted more

I’ve lied for no good reason
Desired someone’s spouse
I've longed for their possessions
And coveted their house

My excuse has been I’m human
An average bipedal fool
The Lord made only ten mandates
I’ve fractured every rule

Yet God is ever merciful
So I strive every day
To keep all Ten Commandments
Past tense is past… I pray

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What Would Jesus Do - Song Lyric

Verse: 1

There are hungry children crying,
every minute of the day.
Not listening is denying,
just pretend all children play.
Their pain is something you can’t know,
unless you’ve worn their shoes…
And then you’d
have to walk a mile or two…
But for God’s grace,
it’s them instead of you…
So ask yourself,
‘What would Jesus do?’

Verse: 2

Your food is on the table,
your home is safe and warm.
You’re body’s strong and able,
to weather every storm.
Look inside your heart and know,
you are among the few…
God has blessed your life
with skies of blue…
Think of those
less fortunate than you…
And ask yourself,
‘What would Jesus do?’

Chorus: 

What would Jesus do?
He’d help the needy.
What would Jesus do?
He’d feed the poor.
What would Jesus do?
He’d speak of love and peace,
When someone tried to
start another war.
Knowing what God’s children
need from you,
Ask yourself,
‘What would Jesus do?’
 
Verse: 3

As walls built of steel and mortar,
come crashing to the ground.
Where the world will seek new order,
less freedom will be found.
So knowing what you know now,
it all begins with you…
To try and always make
the right things true…
Just look at what the world
is going through…
Now ask yourself,
‘What would Jesus do?’

Repeat Chorus And Fade...

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I'M Killing Time

I'M KILLING TIME

Time is dead
I killed it
Then threw it to the wind
I put off 'till tomorrow
Just when I should begin

Somewhere safe in yesterday
My dreams got packed away
By waiting for tomorrow
I lost track of today

Time is dead
I killed it
But in the end I see
Instead of my just killing time
Time was killing me

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Oprah Winfrey

Opening minds to change

Perishing painful remains

Resolving love and hate

Acceptance permeates

Helping pain abate

Winning hard fought wars

In opening new doors

Never shown before

Facing what is past

Reaching to outlast

Everything untrue

You did it OPRAH – You

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Stained Glass

Stained glass corpses of color
Transparencies of souls
Caught on somber stages
Cast in eternal roles

Prismatic lead framed oracles
Frozen at their tasks
Silhouettes of entities
Woven into masks

Eyes of silent spirits
Caught adrift in years
Pressed in one dimension
Chained in arc-ed spheres

If their voices now could ring
Of a choral note
Sure it would be shrill enough
To shatter all our hope

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My Tenement

My Tenement is short and soft
Its rooms are bright but small
Windows here are tinted blue
There's music in the hall

A roof of light loose shingles
Seldom stays in place
Uneven wall are vexed by time
No siding can replace

But is warm and safe here
Where laughter shakes the walls
Loosening the mortar
So bit by bit it falls

I have this space and nothing else
Although I need much less
With all its flaws I love this place
Run down sometimes distressed

When soon my soul will leave here
Move on to something else
Then I shall surely miss this haunt
My tenement, myself