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Jim Jordan Poem
Under her burqa
there is a secret she keeps
a red push-up bra
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Jim Jordan Poem
The symphony that was my heart
has dimmed to a cello serenade,
a slow and mournful melody,
a silhouette of love casting its long shadow over me.
I am a singer without a voice, a poet without a muse.
A heart without music hardly beats at all and without you,
mine beats less and less every day. Send me a song so that I may once again sing.
Lend me an ear so that my love song may be heard.
O love, love that I have known, is it a sin to ask what I ask of you?
You have sat beneath the fall of tears,
until nothing was left but a pillar of salt.
Therefore count my love unworthy,
my knees tremble with the burden of carrying my heavy heart.
I can scarcely compete with the warbler who brings song to thee,
and yet, because I love you,
I conceal the grace to live…
still in love… and yet,
in vain.
~ Jim Jordan
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Jim Jordan Poem
The world is spinning out of control
like a Kansas tornado. You cannot simply
return to bed pulling the covers over your head.
You could find yourself smack dab
in the middle of nowhere;
a stranger in town searching
for that yellow brick road.
Been there, done that, skid row,
thin as a scarecrow, lyin’ in the gutter
with a bottle of courage in a brown paper bag.
“Mister can you spare some change?” No?
Thanks for nothin’ Tin Man – you heartless bastard.
If you think the witch is dead, she’s not.
She’s ringing your bell as we speak.
The wicked witch of despair is breathing down your neck
and she’ll get you in the end, you and your little dog too.
You think “the man” will help you?
Not a chance. He’s already drawn the curtain on you.
Pay no attention to him.
The world is full of small people
and as far as they’re concerned
you can take a flyin’ monkey leap off a bridge.
So go ahead – click your heels together,
you are never, never, never going home.
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Tonight I have touched the earth.
I have spent too much time in the clouds
hoping to find scattered traces of you.
Too many times I have missed you.
Those days without compass spent wandering,
lost, forever searching.
What do lovers do
that meet again?
My lips tremble in silence.
Such silence tells too much,
my eyelids brushing against your cheeks.
No matter what the course ~ raise the flag,
for tonight I have touched the earth.
The land of your velvet skin, the sanctuary
of a promise land, a land of fires and our burning embers.
Tonight I have touched the earth ~
forgotten the sky, that sea of dreams.
I have left the stars of time and dimension
to wrap my arms around you.
To dance from the sky, caressing and sharing
our sighs. It is here I would die now ~
in this foreign land, this land of love.
For tonight, I have touched the earth.
Copyright © Jim Jordan | Year Posted 2013
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