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At church, one summer day I met Jordan,
he was a boy quite wild and out of line;
Came back as a teen and let the Lord in,
and at eighteen was looking quite divine.
He helped out at Vacation Bible School,
and we became the very best of friends;
Jordan was calm, kind and followed each rule,
we were just like a couple of bookends.
Jordan came back years later, a teacher,
he was forty, married and had one child;
my old friend's big smile was his best feature,
and like Jordan, his son was a bit wild.
Friends come into our life and ever stay;
no matter where their long journey may stray.
didactic diatelle
Stones
piled high
twelve laid by
on Jordan’s shore.
When wand’ring youth ask why –
“What are these heavy boulders for?”
Trustworthy parents, help them to explore
the river bank and crossing where My might was shown.
Let them know why the priests marched in before
the water wall started to soar.
Tell them with just one try
the bare sea floor
was found dry.
Teaching
stones.
Reason A. Poteet, written 21 Mar 2012
My thoughts upon viewing Stonehenge. I remembered the passage from Joshua 4 and Joshua's command for the parents to tell their children of the meaning of the stones that were piled on the shores of the River Jordan. If someone had written down what Stonehenge represented, we would have no questions about it.
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 on drugs
Degenerating body
Societies bug
He ended up here
And also there
To the age of 41
In hazed stare
An Angel was released
To look after her son
As he rose from his prayer
His new life begun
Then came the day
A son was reborn
In a town called Willows
The end of his storm
Another two Angels appeared
Michaela and Antoinette
His future path laid
All three, truly set
Mr Michael Jordan
I think your grand
You help your past
Now that's a stand
A leader, a gent
Poet and dude
To shake your hand
I wish i could
My tribute to a wonderful person whose life story always moved me.
There is a goddess green with years
Who stands in freedom's name,
Holds high the torch of Liberty
Above the sea and land.
To claim her promise multitudes
Braved, tempest tossed, the deep.
To tyranny each back was turned,
By hope each face was lit.
Once by a passage through the waves
The Israelites were led
Out from a land of bitter toil
Towards their promised home.
Horatius with blood on brow
Had faced alone the foe,
Then headlong plunged into the deep
And swam the Tiber's flow.
But conquest has its rivers too,
Much suffering brings much power,
For Joshua crossed the Jordan,
Caesar the Rubicon.
This is the law of history,
Shall be as it has been,
But if the root is bitter
Then bitter is the tree.
For if we hate the tyrant
More than his tyranny,
The morrow are our foes our slaves
And the tyrants we.
In history's chains our feet are bound,
My hands are bound to thine.
Should one but suffer perfectly
His kingdom shall not fail.
Oh, I wrote it for the glory
Now I’m feeling kinda whorey
For again I came up short
She got half of what she sought
For the pens of others reign
From the Jordan to the Seine
While mine at last report
Just cut against the grain
But I wrote it for the glory
My sadly pensive story
Full of lies and sweet deceit
Prostrated at your feet
For the rules so boldly flaunted
Resound like empty houses – haunted
As the scratching of my pen
Makes Shakespeare spin again
So, if you write just for the glory
The outcome may be oh so gory
If those fifteen lines of verse
Went from somewhat bad – to worse
Briana it's so hard to think, you were so young.
Grown up, a young lady now, where has the time gone?
Your Success, allowed you to fly around the world.
So beautiful and smart, an Executive girl.
Climbing up the ladder you met all your goals, Yes!
You're at the top one percent, you're one of the best!
A humble person you are, you would never brag.
So forgive me for sharing your life, enough said.
Today is your birthday, the first day of Winter.
We send Feliz Cumpleanos, Wishing for her.
First, Judy, Rusty the Kitty, Tavi G, Gaston, Ashley, Taylor, Jordan and I sing.
Happy, Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy birthday Dear Briana.
Happy birthday to you!
May all your wishes come true.
Succeed, in all you do,
and may the Good Lord keep blessing You.
Happy Birthday Dearest Briana.
From all of us who love you.
Giacomo
Fortuna
(Rene')
(Anais)
from Heaven above
Gustavo
Elena
Brandon
Michael Rene
Gaston
Judy
Ashley
Jordan
Taylor
Tavi G
Rusty
Louie
Gabby
Feliz Cumpleanos
Spanish Phrase
meaning happy
birthday...
I lit a candle and began to pray that Monday morning
and a sense of familiarity hit me without a warning
when from back of the church, I heard a distinct voice.
It was one I hadn't heard in decades, but I dare not rejoice
until I knew for sure it was Jordan, a friend from the past.
Had he come home, and this time, would our friendship last?
I was afraid to turn and look, in case I was mistaken,
for when he'd left without a word, I had felt forsaken.
Not in an intimate kind of relationship. It wasn't like that
for us, but he made me laugh when he called me, 'Brat.'
I was 19 when Jordan disappeared, and I feared the worse...
that the mischievous ways of his had been a curse.
My eyes were closed when I felt someone sit beside me.
I didn't need to open them when his leg hit my knee.
It was a game we'd played when one of us was feeling down
and Jordan's smile, his beautiful smile, would erase my frown.
Now, he took my hand in his, and we both knelt to pray.
That was his way of saying, "I'm sorry, Brat. I'm back to stay."
We'd talk later, but now it was enough that he was here.
Jordan reached up and wiped my cheek of a falling tear.
you appeared to me
in the middle of the woods
i was like a child in the wilderness
as with david I began kneeling
yellow flowers had begun
blooming abruptly before me
they seemed to be surrounded us
wooden stumps gathered
like thee apostles i shivered
while the scent of pink roses were abundant
and presently clear with a distant aroma
as I tremmored the bright light
seemed to be covering your image
you reached out your hands to me
as the trees also began kneeling
weeping profoundly your voice whispered
do not be afraid for he is with you
the ground beneath my feet began opening
descending into the earth as thunder
raced across sunlight as night scurried under day
the mountains and hills began to sway
crumbling into thee ocean and the awaiting seas
as the rivers were drawn closely together forming
one stream joining throughout the world connecting
only in Jordan as large stones were turned into soft gravel
leading a path to only Jesus as the lord cried out
there should be goodness in truth I covered my eyes
the lord replied behold women remove
your hands from your face for you are women
you are child no more sighing mother
no more crying woman and needing help
because no one noticed when Jesus welpt
The source of pleasure, that life once bring to me is over,
The sacrifices I made, till this day there is no total.
I have tried, time and time to add up what I have lost will take forever,
What I came up with is this, I lost two children and my companion all together.
What I have now is just my life?
Why would I try to spark up enough energy to start a fight?
Fight for my family, that detest me because of their spiteful mother,
What have I done, in the past five years that now you say to me, you have another?
After two children, now that is it,
Just remember one more thing about me, I will never quit.
Catya and Jordan, my two guardian angels that I cannot see,
Never all the way through, my life you will never forgive me.
To my two most precious creators that God started all of us from seeds,
And one day when you read my poetry you will see, why I am The Last of the Dying Breed!
Billie died today.
Respiratory failure,
quiet and painless.
She just went away.
I sat beside her bed,
watching her breath,
the blue pulse in her neck.
She lay on her right side,
pale, fetal-curled,
facing the wall,
worn out, used up.
Hospice told me
that the only thing
keeping her alive
was the oxygen being given
though the clear plastic mask
covering her nose and mouth.
There were drops of condensation
inside the mask,
making most of her small face indistinct.
The parts I could see clearly –
forehead,
cheek and chin,
one ear,
were perfectly calm.
I was told that I could
remove the mask.
I did.
She took a single breath,
later, another;
she was gone.
She would have done the same for me.
© Jack Jordan 2013