Wisdom, like the endosperm of a coconut, evolved,
Jordan developed in his self-consciousness day by day;
Though vices around virtues, like the galaxy, revolved,
He, like the Magi, keenly discerned and chose the right way.
Boyishness, as the rind of an orange or plum got peeled,
Fruitfulness in him, like wheat grain formation, peeped its head;
How lovely our once naughty Jordan's true self got revealed!
All those unchurched unaware identities he had shed...!
His son grew up like a pearl in a progressing oyster,
Scholastically and leisurely he's trained without fail;
He gives him freedom too; he's not a monk in a cloister;
Though naughty like his father, he grows up hearty and hale...!
The storm that blows violently can change into a breeze,
Who says a beast running about can never be at ease...?
18 June 2023
Whatever happened to "Jordan" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
There's a story about a ten year
Old who often thinks she's much
Older when she runs just for fun.
And she mostly wears pinky swears
On grounds of play.
Spends her cents from yesterday
Inny minny pink and things.
Race with the mouse on the clock don't
Stop.
There she goes.
Adding her sense to digital fun.
Thinking she's a game pro at
Ten years old.
Confessing that she knows
So she laughs about math.
Her achievements are displayed.
Very good! knew you could!
Understand outstanding
Accomplishments, she smiles
Scholastically understood
And the story goes
My little niece is laughing
Me to pieces.
Now I'm speechless
Did you do your homework?
Oh, only on Sundays
Video games a priority
She's got most new releases
She regularly states with pride.
Already almost a teenager
At Ten years old
And now is the end.
My story listening friends.
My betters
are smarter than me
My betters
be more superior scholastically
My betters
love to look down from on high wealthy above
My betters
don’t like to show a poor brother like me much love
My betters
one day gon be the ones on lower ground
My betters
prideful lips gon be making a begging sound
My betters
will then receive a helping hand from me
My betters then will understand
that I’m not better than he or she
It’s just that I got a better spirit of Christianity
My betters will come to learn
they’re not better than you or me
This is what I already know ...
No, I ain’t no better than she or he
It’s just that I got a better heart for humanity
Hopefully,
my betters understanding will grow,
that they pray for a better spirit of virgin snow
But, I know better ... sad as this may be
Only the spirit of broken pride will show
betters they’re not better than anybody
Drifting through the millennium
to a world
of surprises and delight
You think about
what the future beholds
beyond the remedial
circumstances driven by
perseverance, thoughts
scholastically superimposed
upon realities drudgery
when you understand
it's all whimsy
upheld by rules, laws
etched into meanderings
circulating the realm
beyond your wildest imagination
you drift through
turmoils of preponderance
into a life
of no regrets
or misunderstandings
just wishing you
hadn't done
some things.