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Jacque Graham Poem
You've been so great
so loving and caring
always ready with your wits
I love it, I love you
But wait, don't say a word
Today I want to inspire you
When I'm down, or lost, or confused
There you are
Saving my mind from a black hole
No, don't say it
I told you, hush
Today I'm going to make your dreams come true
You have shone through my life
I will cary your essence always
I will make you last forever
Held within my heart for guidance
I will write you down on paper
I will make the world be inspired by you
Copyright © Jacque Graham | Year Posted 2011
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Jacque Graham Poem
A timeless face set in smooth, hard skin gazes
Out across a sea of framed majesty created by human hands.
Dreams, which have been carefully formed to
Enter into the realm of reality and take
It’s viewer’s breath away. The statue
Looks at art and is art and addresses art,
Art, you are everything and can be made with
So many things previously thought of as nothing.
Possibilities stretch up and down the rabbit
Hole of imagination. Having tea in mid air doesn’t
Seem so rare anymore. Or sky in the middle of the ocean
And someone lounging on a couch on the ceiling, hair floating upward.
I can draw a picture of spring with you,
Blend warmth and a light breeze on the page
In black and white with my charcoal finger.
Or tear apart an image only to put it back together in
A new unimaginable way, or create a new world
An enchanted forest, a thousand hands as trees reaching toward the sun…
The possibilities are endless
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Jacque Graham Poem
Ducky, are you here?
To splish and splash in the bath
Can't go without you
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Jacque Graham Poem
My name is Mariam
Does it matter?
From the beginning I was doomed
A harami in a Muslim world
A world where a girl has no rights
Where a harami has even fewer
I am a slave in a man's world
My mother, Nana, tried to tell me
I didn't listen.
Too caught up in the world of Jalil
My father, but me not his daughter
Through my experiences I have learned
Like Nana said, Persevere
There is little happiness
In a world where nothing is fair.
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A piece of ocean next to trees and sand
Scattered across treated mahogany.
Across a face, and a ship now unmanned,
And rolling waves, fingers trip sloppily.
Splitting the pile into organized stacks
Here end pieces, there yellow, and here blue.
Out of nowhere a playful cat attacks!
Ocean falls like rain, every piece but two
The cat bounds away leaving destruction.
Scattered pieces, mangled ship thrown on beach
Nothing but a picture for instruction.
Marching forth, I took the puzzle by siege
Gradually the pieces come together
And are ready for your viewing pleasure
Copyright © Jacque Graham | Year Posted 2014
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Jacque Graham Poem
Sometimes in the winter my teeth will chatter
Getting out of bed makes such a clatter
waking up is no fun when all I want is the warmth of my blanket
But, although waking up is never fun
The new day beacons, come, come
Opportunities await
Invigorating is the new day
Swimming, weightlifting, learning new things
If no one got out of bed, what would this world be?
Unproductive, sad, and gloomy
Is that how you want to see our future?
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My breath floats through the dancing beam of my flashlight.
Footsteps, quick and light, mixed with excited panting of the four legged
Friend beside me. A soft braying greets us from the darkness.
Warm bottle in one hand, I set down the bucket
That smells of sweet molasses to gather
Corn which sounds like rain as it falls into the trough.
Jumping the fence I flip a switch, shedding
Full light on smiling faces for the first time
Today. Happy bleating bounds toward me.
Pushing through a menagerie of warm bodies, I move
To deposit the old horse’s breakfast in his oversized bowl and then
Turn my attention to the lamb who has been at my heels the whole time.
I kneel down stroking her soft wool as she sucks down the formula
Caving in the sides of the pink bottle.
But my attention is in high demand.
The barn cat complains that it is her turn
And before long a long eared head, the size of my torso,
Is nudging my shoulder...
Smiling,
I walk back in the early morning light.
Copyright © Jacque Graham | Year Posted 2014
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Jacque Graham Poem
The sky would be dark if it weren't for stars
They sparkle in the night with their brilliance
The stars twinkle with light, they leave no scars
Overcoming clouds with resilience
With them is a dazzling, bright, glowing moon
They beam down at a peaceful empty street
Waiting, knowing that the sun will come soon
The moon stays so she and the sun can meet
But the moon must go as the sun glows bright
The brightness reigns as the sun takes the stage
The day begins and once more rules the light
The red in the sky, the color of rage
Reflects the chaos of a new day
"We are much better," the stars always say
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Jacque Graham Poem
majestic Forest
smells of freash earth and warm sun
green and brown painting
Jacque Graham
11/3/11
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Jacque Graham Poem
Swirling, twirling, whirling
Around, and around, and around
Till the world spins even when I'm still
Jumping, skipping, hopping
Up and down and up again
Till the ground doesn't exist
Swimming, flipping, diving
Up, down, around every which way
So that gravity and direction mean nothing
How can I change the way the world looks today?
Copyright © Jacque Graham | Year Posted 2011
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