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Tears Flow By
Posted by Jo Ann J. A. Jordan in Anger, Artwork, Blessings, Current Events, Disappointment, Entertainment, Fear, Gifts, God, Gratitude, Love, Memorial, News, Original Poetry, Pain, Photographs, Poem, Poetry, Problems, Protest, Society, Tragedy, Words, Writing on July 6, 2016
Why? Why kill? Why?
People, all people,
Every individual,
Each person,
Here and everywhere,
Is precious, priceless.
Human beings are
Repositories of
Creativity, goodness,
Kindness, generosity,
Faith, and hope.
When one of us
Is destroyed,
Cut down,
A bit of light,
Of happiness,
Of glory departs
The world forever;
An emptiness
Overwhelms me.
My heart aches,
Salty tears flow from
My burning eyes,
Over pale cheeks!
Is there no love
Left among us?
Why? I cry! Why?
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Children of Interesting Times
Posted by Jo Ann J. A. Jordan in Creativity, Encouragement, Entertainment, Gifts, God, Gratitude, Love, Music, News and politics, Original Poetry, Photographs, Poem, Poetry, Protest, Relationships, Society, Words, Writing on July 6, 2016
Come over here,
Pour the 151,
And we will party
Like we have the time.
Maybe if the world is to end,
We will still be smiling,
And will not have to cry.
The truth is,
Though my destination is
Fixed and I am ready;
I do not want to die.
Death is a gentleman
And shall pass us on by.
Turn up the music,
Listen to the band;
The drink tastes great,
We will make a stand.
Love is in the air,
And our company is fine.
Continue the conversation,
Just remember the lines.
If you have a story;
Make it sing
Of beauty, freedom,
And passion in kind.
Our joy will carry us
Through eternity,
Forever is our destiny,
We are blessed, children
Of interesting times.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Please do not be offended, I think this might be a song, transmitted to me, which wanted to be written down. Once I wrote like this, all the time.
The Beginnings Of A Story
Posted by Jo Ann J. A. Jordan in Entertainment, Love, Men and Relationships, Original Prose, Romance, Story, Words, Writing on October 24, 2013
I do not know what this will lead to, since I am not really a story writer, but even a poet can dream of writing books…
Otherwise Entertained
She was married, and happily, but being married at seventeen sometimes presented a problem. There were other guys who seemed just so tempting and after all, she had never had many boyfriends. How could she? She was only seventeen.
Sometimes the situations in the game brought her character in close proximity to the other guys. As the only female there, sometimes the characters naturally flirted. Dungeons & Dragons was only a game… She kept reminding herself it was not really real. What happened in Ambazzar could not bleed over into the world she lived in every day.
She had always been the bullied one, the outcast, the last picked for the game. When suddenly one guy began to pay attention to her, she had lost her head. She fell deeply and madly in love with him immediately. She did not know what he said behind her back, like “I put a flag over her head, and did it for my country.” When he asked her to marry him she accepted, no questions asked.
Now she wondered if she did the right thing. When someone else spoke to her softly and caught her eye, she thought perhaps she had made the choice too quickly. Little did she know what the future held, none of them did, or someone would have changed it.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Otherwise Entertained (2)
She knew what some of them were thinking… She did not blame them. She would have probably had the same thought about someone else, but she was not pregnant. She was simply in love. She begged her parents to sign for her to get married even though she was only sixteen. In fact, she threatened to kill herself if they did not allow it. She was a child, acting as a child, but she believed herself an adult.
The wedding was beautiful, not well attended, but beautiful. Only later when she looked back on the photographs would she notice one contained a wasp on her veil. She would then think of Shakespeare, but that was later.
Her husband doted on her at times, and other times he was not so kind. The unkindness could be overlooked because after all, they had wonderful times. The concerts, the name brand shoes, the books he bought, all made her feel special. No one outside her family had ever done such things.
There was alcohol, fast flowing and wild, that made her reckless and subdued her conscience. There were things they did she had never imagined.
Magic users, fighters, thieves, paladins, halflings, and orcs became a big part of their lives. After she finished graduation requirements they moved out of her parents’ house. The apartment was a little place, but she made it a home the best she could.
Time passed enchanted and the future beguiled her…
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Now I am wondering if this is worth pursuing. I would love to hear your thoughts and any suggestions you may have.
Always,
Jo Ann