Best Jordan Poems

a poet's soul is brimming with life
through tragedies and glorious highs,
we all are connected; we all deeply care;
a poet's soul speaks to the heart in us all.

this poet i have recently come to know
personfies overcoming tremendous odds
with grace, honesty and a generous spirit
this poet writes...

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Many a tribute is written
Only the writer knows why
The reason I'm writing this
He could have been goodbye
 
This Bakersfield boy
Smith Corner he graced
To lose his mother at 4
A young soul misplaced
 
Loving Grandparents
Filled an empty void
For the loss of a parent
Internal destroy
 
High School reached
Hooked...

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From Willows California,
Comes one man’s poetic verse.
Who was once consumed by drugs,
But overturned that curse.

And with the grace of God,
He lives a clean and sober life.
To fulfill his life’s destiny,
With Antoinette his wife.

He has the heart of an addict,
But it’s not a choice of drugs.
It’s...

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In the wee hours of a cool autumn night,
They were roused from sleep by a loud knock.
They feared it would be some bandits,
Trying to get into the house pulling open the lock.

To their great surprise they found their own Jordan,
Who had been mysteriously missing since...

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Poem 18

Percival Jordan

1892 - 1912


I am where I am
Because of who I was.
I imbibed a million breaths
And observed the stars dotting the night skies
Like actors taking the stage for another eternal encore.
I am in the air
As I am in the ground.
And I know the truth...

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Marijuana puffs
Famed hallucinatory.
Laced with excuses.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June 8, 2010
Poetic form:  Haiku...

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There is a very special man
caring, humble, proud
I am here to testify
and sing his praise out loud

He lives to love and spread the truth
of healing through the land
His poetry brings courage, hope,
extends a helping hand

To souls who've lost the rightous way
his heart sings loud and...

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Everyday I wake, I bathe in the river Jordan: taking with me the dirtiness from the yesterdays. Repeating the same sins, that were never washed clean. Reenacting the past and all its ways....

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Standing at the waters dividing edge....

Watching the sparrows and dragonflies flying by

Spitting into its mirrored reflections amid these 

Shimmering thoughts of being as one; life ~

Walking down its banks and gazing into the sky

Searching....

Sacred verse; flowing currents and swaying flowers

Jewelweeds, colourful turtles and curious mallards

Butterflies...

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I miss my old friend
Michael Jordan
And sometimes I wonder
How is he doing
And I pray
To read the old gospeller again
Tumbling fire into words
Breaking Lucifer's chain
Renouncing the bitter past
And casting spells upon hearts
That wait for his spring to come
And often I wonder
Did the rain ever fall
Did the...

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JERUSALEM 
Collaboration with Dalia Shahein (Jordan)

I, First
My Salem, my shalom, maybe yours as well -
Be well; build a well again – we’ll all be well, or
Better than before in Jerusalem of the heart
Whose Jerusalem made Jesus weep?
“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, You who kill the Prophets …”
Forgive...

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There was once a young soul I’ll call Jordan
He was a little on the wild side, a rebellious child
Most expected he’d someday know the warden
The one he’d answer to before being reconciled

Freedom, it seems, we often take it for granted
Like Jordan, I sometimes disregarded the...

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A sudden feeling propelled me to go down to Ellanor C. Lawrence Park
and walk on top of the old colonial Spring house  wall 
I have been to that place before and walked  back and forth on the wall 
but I  still don't...

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Roses are red
udders are pink
your moms a dink...

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Roses are red
Blacks are white
if Hispanics want to fight
They'll bring a knife...

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