A Duo

Icy, Not Pricey

Celebrating bills
Of the electrical kind,
Some go down like mine,
Cold weather is quite welcome,
Cause cold never bothered me.
My thermostat says
Fifty-two morning arise,
Okay, I feel fine
Later heat-wave sixty-four,
Not even cold when outdoors.
While Winter cold shocks
I enjoy a great reprieve
But when warmth returns
It is gloom and doom because
Cooling costs take breath away.
I can warm myself
In a variety of ways,
But going naked
Will not even block the heat
When sweltering Summer comes.
It is then I find
Myself all undone again
With bills so costly
I can never win my way
Without a fortune to pay.


Just Do It

If you find yourself
All alone, feeling lonely,
Stop thinking only
You are in that dreadful plight,
Many languish in the night.
Take some time to think
How you might step to the brink
Reaching out your hand
To find a woman or man
Who would with you come to stand.
Love is glorious
Changing dreams into something
You can touch and taste,
A reality with grace
Fantasy cannot replace.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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Five Tanka

Voices now missing,
Faces unseen, we cannot
Recover the lost
But memories linger beyond
The pain suffered every day.


New love a blessing
Washing over vacancies
Erasing injuries
Taken in other places
Times no longer tightly grasped.


There are songs able
To dump us in a swamp full
Of scalding teardrops
Which might completely drown us
Did others ignore our need.


Did you see angels
As the faces of loved ones
Appeared in your dreams?
Those given to enrich lives
Are Heaven’s agents disguised.


Why now agonize
Over tomorrow’s dark storms?
God goes before us
Smoothing the pathways we walk
So worries do not exist.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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Haiku Quintet

Holding your hand gives
Me such a comfortable
Feeling, life seems bright.


It does not matter
How it is we find our way,
Roses bloom in Spring.


I am so inept
Very much out of my depth,
Dancing timid steps.


I seclude myself
When I pour my heart out loud,
Winter birds still sing.


Fear like a jacket
Slips around all the things thought,
Canceling progress.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Dear Tomorrow,

We know you are approaching fast and ask that you help us move toward our dreams, allow us a little less doubt, fear, and pain. Please restore our creativity.

The blessing of God often fills all our lives. Sometimes we may forget to be grateful.

Dear Lord, who is God of every yesterday, today, and tomorrow, we thank You for Your hand upon our lives. So much in our days would never be possible without You made it so.

When we ask things into the future, we are confident that You are already in those moments working for our good. Lord, please help us, everyone, for only You can.

Nothing is lost, for You, dear God, have power over every single thing. You are LOVE and blessing.

Thank you, Jesus, we know all times are safe in You.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Empower

Open the doors, gates,
Let love be the preeminent state.
Know the beauty, find the grace,
Turn all of life into a pleasant space.
Let go of the fear and pain,
Nothing long remains the same.
Hearts beating a tempo new
Where negativity once grew.
Love the utmost power –
Proven, upon others, hour by hour.
No claims made without due consideration,
Can elevate – unless love is in the deliberation.
Each moment a precious gift
Reviving spirits, souls acquiring lift.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan