Latest Original Poems

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