Short Jacob Poems
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Jacob don't snob,
All others died but you just limp,
Contain your ego within realism,
Obsession discards good fame,
Beware of your luck joyfully.
Dark pit, deep and lonely
Rainbow coat, ripped, now only
A shred of bloodstained
Rags in an old man’s hand
Mourning for his favourite son
Alive in another far land.
missed whips of Egypt
missed share of bread and water—
stillborn golden calf
9/29/2021
*Perhaps you’ll read the companion poem THEY WERE NOT GROWN
Jacob and his guitar sat down on magestic mars
strummed their tune to the delight of the stars
the earth got silent, her orange showing through
he was adorable, sincere, melodic, and innocent true.
Then, there was Jacob from Ypsilanti
Who lived in an old ramshackle shanty
He saved all his money
For his chosen honey
Wound up marrying my old-maid auntie.
written August 9, 2021
Angels ascend
winging their way up the ladder
At the top, the Almighty
Ruler of corporeal and spiritual matter
Jacob - at the bottom - stands on two feet
His mind in the heavens, seeking the Godhead to meet
I
A flood here, wars over there, and there ...
I love Jesus, but U fight to breathe, so unfair
II
Lord Jesus, You give me reasons to rise
Help Ukraine, all victims, even the unwise
III
The sad state of South Africa, the world
The Grace in your words, prayer unfurled
Batten down the hatches!
Bar the doors!
For the storm looms above
boiling hot with natures wrath.
Stand tall men! Do not waiver!
Or run like the cowards you are
leaving me to tarry through the storm
wrecked by waves and rain
till I'm nothing but
splintered battered wood.
Scrooge encountered the ghost of Jake Marley,
While slurping his bowl of blah barley.
From thence, as we know the plot thickens,
As from past sins Scrooge fled like the 'dickens'!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSGT, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Not for the contest - just for fun.
Jacob
Jacob was my second grandson
And has been a “Mama's Boy” since birth.
Cute expressions and cuddly disposition captures hearts.
Observes everything and starts the “brain wheels” turning.
Barely “knee-high-to-a-grasshopper”… but power packed!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 1, 2010
Poetic form: Name
Jacob dear you are still here
Living in my heart
With every beat, the memory
Of you held in my arms
The day we met although short lived
It's you I still adore
But who am I to question why
God needed you more
As surly as I live we'll meet again
On the other side
But until then I will keep you in
Both my heart and mind
Jacob
Musician, artist. poet , student
Brother of Niko, Anna Lee, and Alex
Lover of heavy metal music, nature, death, and poetry
Who feels forgotten, pain, loss, love, and expressive
Who fears cancer, family death, and banning of poetry
Who would like to see the Amazon rain forest, the Galapagos and Tazmania
resident of Cumming Georgia
Wölf
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If you were wondering where I went
I did not give up
I am still fighting God
And Dawn is coming fast
When I am all rested I will be back
We will have a lot of fun
We will talk of the good old days
I will be the truth
I will ask Your forgiveness
I will heal your anger
Dawn is coming fast
But I am still fighting God
I have to go
I will see you soon.
A wrestling River
has run its cause
A quick recce
and all is sorted
Be not a Miner or mariner
for promises they cannot meet
The spite of the bitter leaves
up to the knee
With a scheming
and storm in a teacup
I was thinking too fast
With a sinking of peculiarities underscored
Jacob has drawn my blood
but with a wink and a guile
perhaps we can grin
après moi le deluge
Let the day always fade says Jacob as he watches the moonrise. The nightsky twinkling, simple yet astonishing. He looks at the moon, tensed, not knowing what to say. He looks
A tiny shiver of what might come next. As the words disappear, it intensifies. He screams and cries, to the moon
But little does he know, the moon belongs to the night.
For he, under the vast violet sky, is but a wolf.
Jacob was minding his orchard the other day
When snickeroo snackeroo he was snatched away
The apples said “Dang! Those aliens don’t play!”
Whisked into a spaceship, taken beyond the Milky Way
His faithful dog was the only one to tell the tale to his wife Kay
She did not fully understand his hound, Old Yeller Gray
But had the feeling Jacob was completely gone that day.
A terrifying tale relayed to me by my horrible cousin Fay.
In quiet nights I feel the space
Where laughter danced now leaves a trace.
Your smile a light that used to shine
A bond so strong forever mine.
Though time has passed and you are gone
In every heart your spirit’s drawn.
I search for you in whispered sighs
In dreams that weave through starry skies.
You may not share my blood or name
But love remains it feels the same.
In every tear in every prayer
I hold you close I know you’re there.