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Jada Ames Poem
Igniter the Diver
Once upon a time, in a time next to mine,
A writer named Igniter decided to become a diver.
All he knew was writing, but no one cared about that,
not even his admirers. For they didn't know how to read, you see,
so the light in his passion for writing subsided abundantly.
And it died as quiet as the flame of a small candles fire, sorrowfully.
But diving wasn't hard,
although the swordfish promised to be unarmed.
And the loud hiss of conversing dolphins could not be
missed however hard one tried.
So soon he got the hang of it,
and soon he became of it,
The oceans King Poseidon.
And all the living, swimming, shimmering fish
that were inhabitants, gave Igniter the tang he lost
when he was just a dumb writer on fire.
That old dream was shattered when he climbed the social ladder,
for a more valued title, in a tide more powerful.
And isn't that all that matters?
Copyright © Jada Ames | Year Posted 2014
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Jada Ames Poem
The Earthworm Keeps His Hair
Do you ever wish for a second, that you were an earthworm,
living in the soil, the slightly colder part of the world?
You could be happy there, where your oxygen didn't come from polluted air!
And lazily soaking up vitamins, and being apart of the life in living, was
your only concern, or care.
You might find content in knowing that your values were much more valuable than
the people above. Who are aimlessly trying to find happiness by ripping out each others own hair!
You'd know you were alright down there.
All the secrets from the fresh water, and the quiet hare, about what really matters here, you wouldn't even need to share!
I often wish I were an earthworm for a second. So I could stay sane, and not get
oppressed for simply possessing my natural hair!
Copyright © Jada Ames | Year Posted 2014
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