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Ginny M. Jones Poem
If I offered to you a light for your darkness
The gift of which you did not perceive
Your very own prayer you now transgress
Your blessing you’re unable to receive
If I offered to you one of my warmest smiles
And you just turned and looked away
To engage instead the world so hostile
Your blessing rejected you chose the melee
If I offered to you an olive branch of friendship
And you thought to use it to beat me down
It is not I that will mourn our kinship
Your blessing now in rebound
If I offered to you a measure of comfort
In a world that’s grown so cold
And the same you willfully chose to distort
Your blessing you viewed as fool’s gold
If I offered to you a place of peace
And you moved within as a god of war,
Your troubles you have now increased
Your blessing now lost to you forevermore
If I offered to you my unconditional love
And you gave to it the cold shoulder
The same you will lose as you push and you shove
Your blessing not recognized by you the beholder
If I offered you any of these pieces of me
Earthly presence of God’s own Light
The value of which you did not see
You’ll mourn her blessing now in your hindsight
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Ginny M. Jones Poem
What is it that makes a “man of worth”?
Can it even be measured?
Put into words?
Is it the breadth of his shoulders?
The strength of his arms?
His physical charms?
Is it the expanse of his mind?
Hidden treasure to find?
Intuitive and kind?
Is it the depth of his heart?
Wide open from the start?
His most beautiful part?
Is his measure wealth or fame?
How well he plays the game?
Such a flickering flame?
Is he defined by the classes?
Missed by the masses?
With heads up their asses?
What is it that makes a “man of worth”?
Can it even be measured?
Put into words?
The width of her smile.
Those long winded sighs.
The value of a man in his woman’s eyes.
Her trust and respect his guiding light.
Does she hold down or will she uplift?
The value of a man is a woman’s gift.
Clothed in sackcloth or wearing a crown.
The value of a man a woman’s choice.
The power of a woman is in her voice.
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Ginny M. Jones Poem
As weird as it is for me to say,
I see more of you every day.
I see you, Mom
It gets ever clearer
Each day I look in the mirror
I see you, Mom.
The gray that shapes my face,
A face that’s in your shape,
I see you, Mom.
The slope of my shoulders, now not so wide,
I see yours that have worn so many tears I cried.
I see you, Mom.
Though not the same color, the message the same
In blue eyes and brown equal love and pain.
I see you, Mom.
It gets ever clearer
Each day I look in the mirror
I see you, Mom.
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Ginny M. Jones Poem
Thoughts an unyielding riot
The past comes bounding
When they’re no longer quiet
The silence is astounding
To honor their greed
By hook and by crook
Never really freed
Of the pieces they took
They reap while you sow
Bruised and in tatters
How the tears flow
When it no longer matters
Indentured by their choices
The wounded still walking
How demanding the voices
When you’re no longer talking
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Ginny M. Jones Poem
Sons and daughters of the first born
From original source we were all shorn
Progeny of the brightest stars
All were unwitting avatars
Flung from the quiver
Each a message to deliver
Look out at the world
Into which we were hurled
We struggle to stand
In this dark hinterland
No longer can we hide
Behind eyes now open wide
The oldest of souls
Living truths will extol
Dropping wisdom of the ages
Like pearls from the sages
They endeavor to bring unto (wo)man
The true vision of the master’s plan
Your so-called truths need some revision
There never was a spiritual division
On shoulders to bare an original sin
No wrong was done by ancestral kin
This world given to us to explore and tame
We were not sent here to swim in shame
This an untruth you were sold
To shackle the beings created so bold
Fret not about the wrongs and rights
We all experience the dark and the light
Whether good or bad not for you to perceive
The fruit has not fallen so far from the tree
On different paths we are set to learn
Another’s lesson is not your concern
If your eye offends you then pluck it out
That decision for others not what you’re about
Judge not as we have long been told
Or henceforth you will be judged ten-fold
With false honor we cry eye for an eye
But this my brethren is yet another lie
The truth was revealed; even babes know
You only will reap that which you will sow
Whether walking in love or in earthly malice
The same you will drink from the golden chalice
Ego untamed that villain of old
In truth this is your pot of gold
Universal conscience the contingency plan
Your individual beauty your ego-(wo)man
Whether wide is the path or narrow the way
Who among us can absolutely say
Undeniable truth for one and for all
It’s pride alone that will cause you to fall
Refusal to seek your truth that’s within
Finds feet that are pathless again and again
These pearls stolen by antiquity thieves
Time to get up now; off your knees
It’s not for you to bow and cower
Earthly presence of the highest power
Sons and daughters of the first born
Original source is that which we mourn
Progeny of the brightest stars
We all are now fallen avatars
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