Best Zachary Poems
(Dedication: For Michael Zachary, my son)
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Sense this knowing: can the blind see?
Homer still sings fond tragedy.
Troy was a thought where siege was laid,
A war well fought as heroes paid.
Love and hate doomed to mortal rage,
Ten years once groomed that fatal stage.
Such fine faces like Archilles,
Hector traces with Odysseus.
Proud Agamemnon did hoard the sands,
Trojans beyond the high walls grand.
King Priam spied Greeks' battle scream,
Aegean waves plied the battle scene.
The rise and fall of heroes there,
The bitter gall of curse and swear.
Both sides pitted to furious fights,
Even witted, no end in sight.
Clever tactics at Troy did sway,
Loss most drastic for each did stay.
So many years the battle raged,
Proud lives and tears on either page.
Weary battles and bloody mess,
Souls now brittle with sure duress.
So many dead in bloodied sand,
The feud most great in defiant stand.
Now crafty thought brought idea grand,
Odysseus's plot to win war's end.
A hollow horse as token gift,
A rousing toss for Troy's uplift.
Greek ships slipped round to hide away,
Vanished fleet found with deceit's play.
This cunning ruse worked with sure craft,
Troy seemed amused with hoarding draft.
Dragged the wood crypt within the walls,
Stupor and script tell of Troy's fall.
In dead of night when sleep wrought themes,
Greeks murdered fight in Trojan dreams.
Homer the blind brought us grand sights,
For here we find our saving light.
Now we can see the fight go on,
Harsh as can be here and beyond.
Wars and battles reveal who's slain,
Man's not gentle who lives harsh gain.
We think and speak to weave fashion,
Give in to streaks of ambition.
The hunter hunts the chase until,
The victim grunts to turn and kill.
Troy and her days remind us still,
Live truce that pays in wise goodwill.
What of Helen who is part myth?
Fond beauty turns a timely drift.
A lovely tale of human gore,
To now assail that love lives more.
Thus all the world remembers well:
Dear heroes swirl just where we dwell!
Leon Enriquez
19 November 2014
Singapore
Have you seen little floaters that drift in the sky?
They can be quite deceiving; they exist on our eye,
They’re black in the centers, Surrounded in white,
A scratch on the lenses, protecting the eye,
I’ve seen others beyond these, that dance and move free,
Could it be what I’m observing is divine energy?
From the rays of the moon, they’re produced overnight,
Charged up by the sun and dispersed throughout light,
To the trees and all nature, throughout all living things,
Do we play the lead role because we’re human beings?
Colors of purple, Neon and white,
Translucent by day, rarely seen in the night,
Are they just an illusion or simply just and divine?
Do they have an influence on the subconscious mind?
Why can I see them and what are they for?
As a creative distraction or to show us a door?
To a realm of existence, less explored by mankind,
Leaving secrets between shadows for all species to find,
Which leads me to believe that this force in disguise,
Has an influence great on the mind and its’ eyes,
Facilitating our evolution as we live life to learn,
How to live in the light, it's a right we must earn,
This existence is puzzling; the ultimate unspoken test,
Of our will to live righteous, of our desires to live blessed,
To believe there's no evil is to believe there's no light,
Yet the belief there exists nothing in my mind is not right,
Although this life we design is so hard to conceive,
If you give it some thought you might come to believe,
That a power exists here, a force of the divine,
A power that does work through the mysterious mind,
Yet these messages relayed on a subliminal level,
Are most times distorted through the works of the devil,
Yet that's a part of life’s battle in my mind there's no doubt,
That a duty of ours as humans is to help figure this out,
So take a look within yourself and maybe contemplate this,
For thy kingdom is amazing are you living its' bliss?
Copyright ©2012 Zachary Jackson
THIS is my Reality, There are many like it, but this one is
mine,
My Perceptions of it are my best friends and "enemies",
For this is my illusion...
... I must master the balance of my emotions,
My reality, without yours is useless, For lack of mine, yours
seems useless,
Thus inspiring coexistence,
I must evolve my reality anew,
I must shoot straighter than anyone whom conspires
against me,
I must bless ye, lest ye confuse me,
I WILL...
My allies and I realize that what counts on the subliminal
battlefield,
Are not the rounds fired or the smoke they create,
We understand that it is the hits that count.
We WILL win this war…
My reality is of my own design, JUST as I, therein is MY
conception,
Thus, I shall fear no “evil” along the path in the valley of
confusion...
I understand its’ weaknesses, it’s strengths, its strategies,
its accessories,
its sights and its intentions.
I will evolve my reality clean and ready, as I am clean and
ready.
Before God I swear this creed...
My perceptions of self are the defenders of my reality,
We are the masters of thine "enemy", We are the saviors
of mankind.
So be it, until the illusive veil of existence is drawn back
and thine "enemies" subside.
Courage to change the things I can
~Zachary Allen Jackson~
My family was celebrating my birthday number sixty-five.
Grandson Zachary, who as I recall, was about the age of five,
Asked me after I'd finished blowing out the candles galore,
"Grandpa, how old are you today?" His retort has become family lore!
When I replied, "Zach, today I'm the ripe old age of sixty-five!"
He became very serious and said, "Well, at least you're still alive!"
Entry for Nayda Ivette Negron's "Birthday Party" Contest (27 Jan 2016)
Thy moon is the camera,
Planet earth sets the stage,
Your existence is the movie,
Life knowledge is thy wage,
Every star is someones spotlight,
Each galaxy is someones home,
For thy universe exists within you,
A cosmic kingdom of your own,
Collaborate with thy neighbors,
Unto thine higher selves be true,
Every act is forever embedded,
The ensuing scenes are up to you,
Remain selfless with your creation,
For it is he whom reaps his own,
One who learns from past mistakes,
Shall one day sit atop their thrown!
~Zachary Allen Jackson~
Two things you don't want 9.1.15
If I appeared slightly under the weather
or if he just wanted a little fun,
my dad would ask if I had
the cholerie morbus*.
If not that
maybe the heebie jeebies.
Neither sounded like
a real ailment.
I thought he'd conjured up
the maladies – "Oh, Daddy."
Do you suppose he knew?
Had he read that President Zachary Taylor
died suddenly of cholera morbus in 1850.
Maybe he picked the term 'heebie jeebies'
from the 1926 Louis Armstrong song of the same title.
We'll never know.
After he asked I felt better
He made my little bouts brief.
I think my dad, the finest of men,
simply enjoyed the sound of 'cholerie morbus'
and 'heebie jeebies'.
He loved to gently tease and was full of good humor.
*My dad always said "cholerie morbus", not "cholera morbus", which is "acute gastroenteritis occurring in summer and autumn and marked by severe cramps, diarrhea, and vomiting. No longer in scientific use." Sounds too awful for him to have known what it was.
From the moment that I met you,
As I gazed upon your eyes,
I was overwhelmed with comfort,
As I began to realize,
That you are my soul mate,
You balance me out,
That you’re the yin to my yang,
In my mind there’s no doubt,
So I share with you this poem,
To express my emotions,
For you as a person,
They’re as deep as earths oceans,
An earth angel in spirit,
You're living in the light,
You give power unto others,
Through knowledgeable insight,
You’re a beautiful person,
Your hearts filled with love,
You’ve the mind of a goddess,
Intentions pure as doves,
Your figure is as gorgeous,
As the moon and the stars,
You motivate others,
To seek out whom they are,
Your aura shines vibrant,
Your smiles gleam bright,
The advice that you give,
It reflects divine light,
If the whole world could meet you,
They'd begin to believe,
That through thinking divinely,
True beauty is achieved.
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
I’ll never fully understand,
Why any sane man would believe,
That an explosion could create,
All that exists to be conceived,
That almost 14 billion years has past,
Of evolutionary change,
We used to swing form tree to tree?
To me, that sounds a little strange!
So do they fully understand,
The inner workings of the mind?
Did they come across Pandora’s’ box,
While excavating mines?
Or have they traveled back in time,
To watch the process of creation?
Maybe they've made contact with E.T.s’
From a parallel dimension?
Were they given sacred knowledge?
Of this existence and the stars?
Do they now know where we come from,
Why we’re here and who we are?
They're our top government officials,
The NSA and FBI,
They are the people, whom have power,
Over people like you and I,
Or are they simply just misled?
Unconscious soldiers for the devil,
A pawn in a war they’ll never win,
And fighting upon a subliminal level!
So, do they know not what is going on?
Or do they simply choose not to care?
Do they understand what happening here?
It’s called subliminal warfare!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
Form:
A star is on hat
the sweet baby's smiling face
our Linda's grandson
belongs to Royal
Zachary Bael Trevino
his beautiful name
God bless him always
in every ways of his life
sending kiss from Ind
(Dedication: For my son Michael Zachary)
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Aid your appeal with easy wit;
Welcome the pun that comes to heal;
Air sure reveal in worthwhile fit;
Raise cheery fun to fund goodwill;
Enter each feel with loving bits.
Seize moment's prime to dwell right now;
Embrace all things that happen here;
Love beyond crime what love endows;
Faith ever sings with sanguine cheer.
Trust in your heart to wear firm mind;
Ask to be free to sing and play;
Live love you art with happy finds;
Keep joy you see through night and day.
Sing sacred psalms that inspire heart;
Live your passion in lovely work;
Enjoin and come to know soul parts;
Enjoy fine action in fling and jerk;
Prize feisty sums that fashion art.
Weave sheer magic in path sans hate;
Align your tears with pain that strains;
Live dynamic beyond mere fate;
Keep faith not fear through loss and gain.
Ask for clear quest to shine a light;
Walk to the edge to venture far;
Apply pure zest to guide your sight;
Keep count dear sage of blazing stars;
Endow your best to sparkle flight.
Leon Enriquez
06 May 2014
Singapore
My son, my pride and joy,
My son, my miracle child,
Zach, how I miss your smile, your laugh, your endless bear hugs,
My son, my best friend, I feel you with me always,
You are in the wind, the leaves, the sunset, you are my constant companion on my harley, riding the wind.
My son Zach, we are apart in physical sense, but I know you are with me in mind, body,spirit always, we watch the Purple Vikings play each sunday, you heal me celebrate their win...
My son Zach, did you love that crazy ride I took with you in that jazzy sports car? YOUR mom really knows how to have crazy fun...
My beloved, son Zach, my heart aches, please feel my loving, motherly, touch around your neck, as I hold you forever in my arms, as I did, that cold February day, when I met you and laid your beautiful, small, body against my chest, and looked into your beautiful newborn eyes, for it was then, that we bonded for life.
MY BELOVED baby boy, Zach I love you with every being in my soul, You are up there watching over me, drying all my tears, for I weep for your abscences, but you are always my baby boy, Zachary..
A little angel came to Earth one day.
but he didn't come here to stay.
Three years was his time limit. His
parents did not know it then, but
God for him, had a plan.
The day he was born, to everyone he
brought joy. His parents loved him from
the start. Manuel Zachary was his name.
He grew up pretty quick.
While he was here, he spread smiles, love
and star dust everywhere. His family loved
him very much. He was their little Angel
from above.
Three years he was here to spread his love
and joy. One day he heard a call. It was God
calling him home. His parents couldn't
understand - why with them - he couldn't stay.
Now he is back where he belongs and from
there he watches over them. Every now and
than he gives them a sign. He spreads some
star dust, to let them know that he is still
around...
08/14/2012
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Comments: This did happened. I was
asked to write this poem. Hope you
like it.
I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
Form:
Once upon a time, beyond societies portrayal,
There lived a beast of harmony, and a lie he would not tell,
Full of love and divinity, yet sadness dwelled within,
This beast was kind, he wanted peace, just wanted to fit in.
But waking days, were not astray, of mountainous abuse,
Mobs with pitchforks, nasty words, they spewed their vile views,
His nappy hair, his fangs and ears, brought him pointed stares,
Provoked by words, tormenting gestures, and many frightened glares.
Until one day, he said no more, pain will this beast take,
He stayed indoors, and never left, his heart was cold and ached,
On the floor, devoid of warmth, a stranger to this place,
His mighty body shook and shivered, tears fell from his face.
Do my looks; absolve my right, to live, my right to be,
I'm not aloud, to wonder round, to live amongst society,
Do I not cry; when I am pained, bleed when I am pricked,
You mock me with, your judging eyes; a monster is your verdict?
I am saddled, with this curse, I'm nature's dirty secret,
How The Fates, have cursed on me, no longer can I take it,
Then suddenly, a flash and bang, an angel then appeared,
She wore a gown, held out a wand, and had a halo in her hair.
I'm your fairy godmother, your pain I'll take away,
The path I show, is based on faith, so follow what I say,
Go on a journey, traveling north, beyond the fiery trees,
You'll find a castle, made of glass, and the knowledge that you seek.
For countless days, he traveled north, all around the earth,
Illusions came, to mystify, and test him in his worth,
Self belief, propelled him as, he reached his destination,
He went inside, yet found nothing, this filled him with frustration.
You surrendered to me as, you made your fateful way,
Now here you stand, before my eyes, a voice began to say,
Stand before the mirror beast, ask what you desire,
Behold the truth, the inner you, the knowledge you require.
Mirror mirror reveal to me, the true beauty inside of me,
The surface glistened; a picture beamed, and a beast he did not see,
The beast fell down, on hands and knees; and did nothing but cried,
He said Who I am is not the flesh, I’m the light that's deep inside.
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
Form:
Accepts all flaws as they are
Believes in one self ability
Comes to every students needs
Dedicate his efforts willingly
Enjoy the company of students
Fail not to attend lecturers everyday
Gives ears and shoulders to cry on
He is an inspiration
Improves all lessons beyond
Just some words to tell all about him
Keeps you close to his heart
Laughs with students and hugs students
Make students his friends
Over appreciative
Points out students efforts and mistakes
Quick to say "I am sorry "
Reliable to ask questions
Smiles all the time
Teaches for all to understand
Unique is the best word for you
Very energetic
Well dressed to impress
X termly perfect
Yes, you are my best teacher
Zachary is his name