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The "lights", and the "action"
Are all "stalled out", now
But they're trying to "turn over"
Without "curtain" or "bow"
We're all doing what we can
To
get through all of this
With not even "high fives"
Or a hug or a kiss
But, we cannot lose connection
'Cause "the show must go on"
Until this is over
We must await the new dawn
When the lights WILL come back on
And that engine WILL start
With the true connections re-tying
The strings, heart to heart
We just have to keep going
This battle CANNOT be lost!!!
And hold on to each other
At whatever the cost
Know that nothing is forever
If
learning nothing else, in life
And the times that we struggle
With the toiling and strife
That the dawn ALWAYS comes
After the darkest of the night
And we
WILL get through this
If we just hold on tight
For even a pandemic
Cannot take away
The underlying spirit
Of knowing there's a new day
We
WILL all get through this
Though some will pay the cost
And we must carry on
To represent those lives lost
Though it seems such a waste
There is purpose in
all
But we may never know it
Until we answer that call
That our life is complete
I've learned it's sooner, for some
Though the valiant blow
Is
NEVER easy, when it comes
Our purpose is to go on
Not let their loss be in vain
For the connection can't be broken
Even if we don't see them, again
In
this life on this Earth
I believe some day, we will
Be reunited with loved ones
And forever connected, still
This gives me hope
Though our future seems quite
bleak
And so many unseen answers
To the questions, we seek
My Mother taught me that Faith
Is what gets us through all
And it will get me through this
Even if I get "That Call..."
(Connie R Jordan... completed 120220)
My life as a play may seem boring and dull
But as I live my life, I am constantly full
Of the amazing sights that I see every day
See, not everyone notices stuff in the
same way
It's the finite little things that excite and amaze
The bigger stuff, often, gets lost in the haze
Of the struggles of life, that is meant to be full
With
the ordinary that sets many in a catatonic lull
I choose to make special the life-daily drudge
While others seek "Special", afraid they will smudge
The perfection they think others
see in their lives
While we're really ALL, often, just trying to survive
We need to SEE more of the Ordinary Life
I think it could help with some suffering and strife
That many struggle with and silently dread
And could cure many issues that are stuck in the heads
Anxiety, depression, these are all the results
It's not the Darkness, many
claim, that comes from the Occult
Many are unable to live life as it is
Because ordinary life, means "having never lived"
In the eyes of the loud voices, that seem to be leading
And influencing, at times, irresponsibly - seemingly weeding
Seeking quantity, over quality - this is not a healthy way
Each has the choice to live THEIR life to THEIR fullest, every single
day
So I choose to remain ordinary, and happy where I am
Until that day, when I am gone, and I no longer can...
Connie R Jordan... 110720
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When the hand is a Mask...
How hard to break through?
When you hiss and you bite
And you're left there, to chew
On the horrible things
That still
ring in your ears
Some that fill you with RAGE
Others stifle you, with Fear
That you're doomed to live out
All that they've said you will
But hidden, deep
inside
Is the hope that you still
Will break free of these bonds
Of those fingers tightly pressed
That at times, hard to breathe
And the pounding in your chest
Where your Heart longs for freedom
From THIS oppressive life
That in the future - release
Thus, ending pain and strife
To live, as you're intended
Be the BEST you, you can
Share your story with others
Thereby, ruining "The Plan"
To keep you held in bondage
Oppressed, unable to stand
And you will
be feeling the freedom
From when the mask WAS a hand...
Connie R Jordan... Finished 042720
Masks, many wear them
Some people, more than one
They're covered by hundreds
They think that they're done
That life will be better
And no one will know
That they're hiding behind something
And that NO ONE cares to go
Beyond the masks they wear
To see what's really under
True, many DON'T care
Or for one second, wonder
Why their need for so many?
It screams of pain untold
And not many dare go there
To stand, and help fold
Back the edges, many delicate
And so easily broken
Some, hard and fast
A definite token
Of wounds deep
embedded
Not even willing to look
To go through the pain
And have their foundation be shook
It is not an easy task
To hold a mask,
once removed
And to see the pain left
Lines of pain deeply grooved
Into scars, the reminders
Of a memory of the past
That once the
mask removed
The scar WILL last
A reminder to show you
From whence you came
And also, a reminder
To not go there, again...
Connie R Jordan... 091018
In this time of Covid, feeling under attack
Feeling overwhelmed, yet feel taken aback
By the influx of info; what's true - what's not??!
Sensing the urgency - running both cold AND hot
Mask on/mask off ‐ daily battle begins
Until I get home - sense of "normal", again??!
Who knew, when year started, how odd spring would be??!
How much we'd be missing all those we can't see??!
Simple hugs, binding handshakes - things seemingly gone away
Wondering what
"new recommendations" will be coming today??!
And yet, in the chaos - believe it, or not
Have been moments of peace, being randomly caught
I've been "handling things", though been bitchy, at times
And sometimes, felt "blocked", trying
to write those lines
Of my blog posts - to encourage, to not feel so alone
That we're ALL going through it - try to see how we've grown
Making positives out of all the destruction we've seen
That for humanity, the possibility of that
ugly slate wiped clean??!
I believe nothing is wasted - lessons always abound
I just hope, always do, that true peace WILL be found
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