Nothing Less

Entry Fifteen – Creativity Project 2023

There is no allowance
In some hearts; differences
Are cause for criticism,
Not recognizing we all
See the sky, ocean,
And breathe alike.
We crave being known,
Treasured, cherished, accepted
Safely by everyone we meet.
Love is a requirement
In being, living, becoming
Who we are here to be.
Divisions among us stifle
Creativity, confidence, courage
And the will to imagine
Dreams can come true.
We often believe ourselves
So much less than
Our potential because
Of labels reminding each of us
We will never be _______ enough.
Love, enwrapping our souls,
Tells us we can climb –
Given the opportunity – higher.
God is for us, Him being Love,
We are precious no matter
Our status or conditions,
Our differences are gorgeous.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Tuesday, January 31, 2023

Please do not be thrown by my use of God’s and Jesus’ names. Whatever your beliefs, you are welcome here. I am not proselytizing; just stating what I have found for me. I hope all will see Love in me and know His Love is my reason. I live only by Christ’s allowance.

Prompt: Take the word “Divisions” and let it lead you. Create something!

I had to take time out. There were things well beyond my processing ability. It is not over yet, but I felt I could check-in.

Going out is so hard, and I always feel watched, judged, and found lacking in my ability to interact. Avoidance is a blanket around me because I cannot believe anyone likes me as I am. I hide; I cannot believe in myself. I have been an outcast too often to think I belong. TMI, yeah, me.

I Am Thankful: 1. I can read and write. 2. I have some artistic abilities. 3. I am still here, despite suicidal thoughts; I cannot kill myself, because every time I try, I end up in worse shape. So, until God is ready, I remain, but my mind fights me. 4. It has been less cold the last few days. 5. Music reminds me to hope.

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I hope February means more entries, but there are daunting days ahead for me. I can only try to post here. Struggles are on every front and I am unequal to each and all.

God Bless You and Yours Eternally! Cast your cares (burdens) upon the Lord Jesus Christ because He Loves you!

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Ever & Always,
Jo Ann

Turn Me In (Sedition)

I am an old-time
Rock-N-Roll, Church Gospel,
Contemporary Christian;
Blue jeans, Poet shirt, Writing geek,
Photographer, Artist, Designer,
Intellectual Property Rights promoter,
Who will give anyone my time of day,
Caring about each word you say.

I tend toward the Moderate,
Shoot straight down the middle –
I love deep, as oceans, wide,
Though it has been some years since
Someone stood by my side,
(All my own;)
I can write, edit, publish, design,
And you can find me reading
Most anytime – my interests
Cast wide: run beyond so many lines.

I like going fast – but enjoy
Doing things right, taking my time,
It is never unusual my words rhyme;
I have lived the bad and the swell,
More often, I choose good as better…
I love so much, so many,
And intensely dislike division –
I am a U.S. Marine Mom,
An American,
I will stand; my colors shall not run.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Day 113 – 2022 Creativity Project

Break Free

The timeless appeal
Of bottomless foundations
Leave one another
To dredge rivers of hope, need,
But still coming between – greed.
Advantage follows
The stronger needing duties
Performed with slim thanks
Not often heeding complaints,
Or recognizing stolen dreams.
The ages roll, roles
Still favor some, limit others,
There is no parity
Equality, an ugly myth
Blinding many to problems.
If one stands up, out,
It may not mean advancement
The ceiling rises
The walls grow ever thicker
But it is not done, over,
Time will see the flight
The scaling of every height
So run, run well, catch the light,
Winning brings freedom and delight.

I read an article in American Scholar that inspired this poem. I also picked the word bottomless from a vocabulary list.

I hope this finds you in pleasant moments. I would appreciate your likes, comments, follows, and shares.

Prompt: pick something you read and a random word, create from there.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

2022 Creativity Project – Day 5

Today, I return to my original format used with my first creativity project online, found on Chronicles. I have included my handwritten journal entry for this date.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Prompt
If you have not tried journaling, do that. You may wish to do freeform as above, or you may want to give yourself a topic each day. If you are doing specific creative work, a journal may also be used to work out glitches and problems in what you are doing. Include what you wish; a journal is like a friend whose feedback is in your reading again.

Recommendation
I have listened to the Audible version of Sandman and am listening to Sandman 2. I am usually not a fan of audiobooks, but I find these extremely enjoyable. Both employ a cast of voice actors and required sounds, and it may help that I am already a fan of Neil Gaiman.

READING SUGGESTION
The first book I have completed in 2022 is Ready Player One by Ernest Cline. I read this book in 2011 when it originally came out, and I am afraid much reading since fogged my memory of some portions. Since my son, Alex, often references it, I reread it.
It is a good book about computers, simulations, the 1980s, the present, friendship, romance, lost love, and even has some murder thrown in. It is a book with a broad appeal, as relevant now as at its initial publication, maybe more.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

1
Maybe, those dreams past
We can make real if we take
This time to attend
To things we began before
Warnings dire started to flash.

2
Who could you become
If you trusted yourself more
Than you have before?

3
We can never buy
What we want most, try we may
But days, past decays.


Gratitude List
I am thankful:
1.
For holidays, and
For average days when routine
Takes hold, and things are
A bit less bold, and one can
Be a comfortable self, like:
A quiet volume,
Not opened to reveal all
The story it hides,
But sitting dreamy waiting
‘Til some hungry soul arrives.
2.
For clever devices
Technologies some devise
Adding joy to lives.
3.
My ability
To read and maybe write,
With some expertise.
4.
These dogs, who call me
Theirs, who willingly share space
And the air freely.
5.
Friends and family
I have had, happily known,
Those lives still present
And those now gone, just away,
Or to their heavenly home.

A gratitude list, made poetry? Not entirely sure what happened there, but I also seem to speak in rhyme from time to time, so I guess I will not worry over something so sublime.


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Lost, Under A Chemical Sun

They told the parents everything was a loss, but they refused to give up. They started a prayer chain, hoping the sleeper would not get deeper lost.

Still here, woken up, but there was a cost. Broken, missing pieces, but knowing greater than doctors thought.

Miracles, they happen, more often than not.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan