Statement of Fact

Giving up would be
So easy, I can feel it,
Sneaking up behind,
But I have a strong message
For that life stealing demon
I do not back down, nor quit,
So take your torment away
And do not trouble me, mine,
Or you are surely
Bound to see this tigress break
The bars that hold me
From raging wild totally
Unleashed with power to shake your world
I am not one to give up
You go your way or have no way left.

This follows syllable counts some ways, but it would be termed free verse by most experts. It is an example of how emotion, defiance, can be brought into forceful expression in a poem.

Think of a struggle in life, refusing defeat, and write what comes. Create a storm of feeling on the page.

Thank you for visiting here at Haphazard Creative. I hope you will come back. Follow the site if you care to do it. I wish you lots of creativity and life unbound by negativity. Take care.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Seven haiku


Haiku is a form of play, just something enjoyable to pass the time, especially for an insomniac. This is a crop from wee hours.

From the beginning
Your sweet smile could rock the world
Outshining the stars.

Power is not best
Used to beat down people’s lives,
But to raise them up.

Kind words are a balm
Angry ones stir up rancor
Causing faults that break.

When joined together
Even tiny efforts can
A difference make.

Given a puppy
A person learns love’s real worth
Finds true compassion.

All cats may possess
Nine lives, but eight are spent in
Trying owners’ souls.

Given words, wordsmiths
May spin an arc to span worlds,
Creating hope, dreams.

Now it is time to try this, remember the lines count 5-7-5 syllables. Just let the mind wander and feed the words it wishes. It is not hard. Pretend it is something done forever and maybe it will be easier.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. I hope you enjoyed your stay and found something encouraging and inspiring. There is a follow button, use it if you would like. Come back soon, and keep creating. Take care and be safe.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan


2017-09-09 Replenished

This is a free but somewhat formed poem created this morning on a 6×6 sheet of decorated paper that can be purchased in a slab from various craft stores. The marker is a brown Tombow, but it really cannot be distinguished from the scan.

It is always good to try different materials in our work. Sometimes it scales things in a way that challenges us to be more creative. Using handwriting brings a direct connection to the work that can seem lacking on an electronic device. Experimentation is a great way to open the mind to new ideas.

Everything in our environment has a creative purpose if we search it out. Thinking of ourselves as a genius writers, artists, photographers, musicians, or workers in any other discipline and doing what we would if we were getting paid as we probably desire creates a sense of esteem and clarity. What projects would we choose? What would we try that we have been afraid to do thus far? When would we work? How would we play? As much as possible we should make these things a part of our lives in the present. We do not have time to wait to begin living a life we love. We have all the elements of success in us right now. We must be that person as much as we can. Believe, and likely it will be received. Life gives us what we have already claimed.

Every moment of our lives is a creative opportunity, sometimes it happens haphazardly, knocking us from routine. We should welcome the impulse and give ourselves to it. We only have this life, and it speeds away from us every moment, so we are called to make the best of time, creating beauty to enrich the world.

As a quick prompt imagine yourself vacationing on a cruise ship and meeting someone you immediately like so much that you make something to give to them before you separate at the upcoming port. Have fun and surprise yourself.

Thank you so much for visiting Haphazard Creative. Your presence is an honor and blessing to me. I hope you gain some inspiration or encouragement. You may follow the website by clicking the button, and you will get updates of all posts. I hope you took time to do something creative today, or that you will. Take care and please come back again.

© JoAnn J. A. Jordan



Hidden beneath such
A blanket of stars until
I was uncovered
And made to stand quite alone
Naked before an inquest
That tested all my limits
But still failed to define me.

I rest in rivers
Of unrealized splendor
Carrying no name
But that given to strangers
Who have few real possessions
Just remains of flesh and blood
Clothing bones soaked in fear.

I lost my last home
The world despises my face
For hungry eyes see
The wrong for which there can be
No justification, no
Pacifying, setting right,
I am cast outside of sight.

I am you, and you,
The blood flowing through our veins
Is the same, alike.
Though without country, this world
Accepts my pain, holding tight.
Someday, somewhere, will happen
My wayward soul shall take flight.

Beyond the horizon
Where originates all life
I will be welcome;
My time will become timeless,
I will wear a gown, pure white,
No pain will further follow,
No tears will track down my cheeks.

Meeting the Master
Will be my greatest delight,
I will then know peace,
Suffering will fall away
A home eternal will be
Finally given to me
No longer scorned, emigre.

© JoAnn J. A. Jordan
Friday, September 8, 2017