Below are the all-time best Donna Jones poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members
A new borns cry
Tearful last good bye
Swaying waves of golden prairie grass
Shifting desert dunes - an hour glass
An acorn dropping among forest leaves
To mighty oak - a lifetime of dreams
The changing moon - to full again
Each morn' the sun - new skies begin
Eagles soar high - our hearts go there
These ripples in time - we all share
Charcoal black tip of arrowhead
among these ancient, stones - stained red
Heartbeats feel rhythms of ghostly drums
Winds carry haunting, chanting hums
I feel your blood, flow here with mine
Outlasting, even decaying time
I've been told the stories, told by you
I know we're just spirits, passing through
When thunder, shakes awake the night
I vision warriors by firelight
Their voices echo, around mountain's soul
While moon and stars watch us below
Respect the sky, and mother earth
Borrow the beauty, from time of birth
Then give in death peacefully
yourself, to rest eternally
Among these ancient, stones - stained red
my mirror reflects traces, of those long...........
proud to be one quarter Cherokee.....native american indian
If we could peel back the blanket of earth
To expose the bones buried there
Mix them all up in a great big pile
To say they'd all look the same would be fair
The rich man, the poor, the blind and the weak
Each gender, religion and race
The short, the tall, the large and the small
And include every shape of the face
If we had to choose one bone at a time
Not knowing who's bones belonged to whom
To make ourselves over new again
I wonder how well we'd do
Not judging by color, size or shape
Or status of high IQ
The bones might fit together just fine
And stay together till the end of time
As you cry in the dark and your tears find the pillow
You think I don't know, those tears filled with such sorrow
Are for that long ago love, then comes tomorrow
I wish for today, your heart I could borrow
Dreams filled with the memory of her face
Wisps of her hair, visions of ribbon and lace
The look in her eyes, another time and place
I wish this from your mind, I could forever erase
But war time came and took you away
And never knowing your fate, day after day
Time took its toll, as time will do
She went on with life, her life without you
As I cry in the dark and my tears find the pillow
You'll never know, these tears filled with such sorrow
Are those longing for love, again comes tomorrow
I wish for today, your heart I could borrow
Disguise unknown sorrows
Leaving hearts full..
Not empty and hollow
Always send a rainbow smile
After dark clouds..
Have had their while
Leave room for dreams to grow
Even ones forgotten..
So long ago
Give all a second chance
Provide opportunity to say thank you
I love you..
And appreciate all you do
Give a chance to say
I'm sorry I acted that way..
I don't always mean everything I say
Are like life itself
Breathe in and out..
Just assuming the next one will come
Until the last one and then it's done..
So breathe deep and let it go..
If tomorrow doesn't come, you'll never know..
For God is love....
* I heard the phrase unborn tomorrow a long long time ago on an old western show when I was a kid..I thought it was beautiful and still do...
When Mother Earth speaks to Father Sky
She gently lets out a whisper sigh
A gentle breeze to send her kisses
Across the blue, she sends her wishes
Father Sky, please send gentle rain
To feed our children once again
She blows a kiss in perfect time
To free the sun again to shine
Then blows her petals across open meadows
Before moon overtakes sun's evening shadows
Now she sleeps, where none will know
Exactly where her wind doth blow....
Tomorrow she'll rise to speak to Father Sky
Of secrets shared upon winds lullaby
The routine ride home from a neighboring town, seemed different today.
As I glanced at the dirty, sandy spot left on the usually spotless black leather seat beside me,
I felt almost ashamed of the warm smile that crossed my face..
But that's how I felt.
Content some how.......
No radio blaring as usual. Just thinking of Ernie and his stories.
Wondering what that look was, I saw deep in his eyes.
Scared eyes..yet not scary. Eyes that had seen too much maybe, who couldn't seem to find home.
The cardboard sign simply said east. He was sitting atop a dirty, dark roll of gathered belongings at the only stop light in town. It was one of those sunrises that make you feel small. Pinks..purples..glassy blue..sun rays shooting through scattered clouds like golden fingers pointing straight to heaven. As I sat waiting for the light to change, I noticed this guy noticed it too! I don't see many hitchhikers in our small town and the words pounded into my head since birth kept ringing over and over. Never talk to strangers...don't do it!
Ernie is sitting next to me holding his dirty rolled up bag protectively in his lap and
I'm at the drive through at McDonald's. Three sausage biscuits please..I take mine and hand the bag to Ernie who looked like a skeleton lost under layers of old wrinkled clothes. Kind, hollow eyes thank me as he rolls the top of the bag down tightly and asks if he can please save his for later. I can't speak and hope he doesn't notice tears running down my cheeks. He must , for he breaks the silence by telling me of his years on the road, although I didn't ask. He speaks intelligently of the sights and places I've always intended to visit some day. His words bring to life the adventures of meeting all kinds of people - good and bad - all over the country, but Ernie didn't tell me why he lived life on the road.
Later, he shook my hand and said goodbye.
As he stood there, that last look we shared..he smiled - I cried.
I thought I was going to help a lonely man, but he helped me........
I was thirteen and you...well you, a sophomore by then..
that night you stopped by to see me, at the Jr high game.
Friends most of our lives..you called me "kid" and I loved it when you did!
Hey "kid" come go for a ride on my new motorcycle!
The night was cool..you slipped your leather football jacket around me and
we both laughed as I disappeared into its sleeves.
What would I have to give to once again relive .. the way you looked at me just then?
As though you'd never really seen me before..like I was no longer a kid..
Your big hands gently touching my face..fingers running through my long
black hair..carefully exploring my mouth as though you were tasting my smiles..
Suddenly, you jumped back like you had just been snake bitten,
and we were both laughing again.....
You never called me "kid" again...
I never told you, that was my first kiss..
Melodic laughter floats on the breeze
Fire light crackles and your eyes tease
Escaping embers glow, like whispers of light
They dance and hold us, this magical night
Nothing between us, our souls exposed
Twinkling stars - a new song composed
Whispers of light, grow hot and untamed
Tonight's promise, as of yet, un-named
For years now, it's been this way
Whispers of light, between us stay
vivid green cedar
against winter's bare oak tree
red bird sits alone