Category: Time

2020 Acrostic

Twas a year to begin again
We were mostly anticipating good,
Encouraged by the placement of
Numbers, excited because of the past,
The Twenties were Roaring before
Yes, everyone had ambitious plans.

There was maybe opposition to
What we hoped, by some-things,
Everything went kaput –
None of us knew a solution,
The hope remained, and we, me and
You made the best of it all.

Everyone keeps trying, helping,
Never giving up – on anyone;
Doting on each victory,
Sending love to win.

We together as a people
Energetic in our determination
Loose power in hope,
Love to mend the planet and us.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

As a prompt, pick a name, phrase, verse, whatever you will. Put one letter below the other down your page and write a poem. The form is called an Acrostic. Sometimes I will do them of people’s names. It is unique.

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BE…

Be the sun that shines,
The star that guides,
The heart that beats,
The focus that leads,
The example that feels,
The hand that reaches,
The soul that believes,
The one that lifts the fallen,
The mind that searches,
The question finding answers,
The brave that continues,
The failure that succeeds,
The intelligence in darkness,
The person for all people,
The hallelujah and amen,
The strength to begin again,
The one that helps overcome,
The ears that diligently listen,
The scholar that teaches,
The hands that build,
The one who can forgive,
The charitable to the needy,
The good that will not stop,
The music that mends minds,
The words that need speaking,
But most of all be
The LOVE that lights
Every corner of existence
And assists humanity.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Allusions

You know I am crazy.

This morning I was covered in goosebumps and asked him if he had a jacket I could wear. He went upstairs and brought me a sweatshirt.

I asked him if he had heard Barbara’s song off the Songbird album, “Honey, Can I Put On Your Clothes?” He is like a musical encyclopedia and can recite, well, you would not believe.

He said, “No.” So I sang it. Then he asked if I had a shirt like that. I said, not really. He said you can have that one.

Sometimes I am crazier than everything.

Pictograph

We’re not in love
No, no, no, we’re not,
He is still caught up
In memories of her;
I try to be someone
Freeing him for a time
From the constant grind
Of all the problems
He is called upon
To solve each second,
Of every single day.
He shares his tastes
In music, humor, art,
I learn sometimes
That I am not so strange
As I have often thought,
There is a contemporary
Person who gets
The boundless part of me.
He helps me with
My myriad problems
Encouraging me to
Continue in my efforts,
And our hugs help
Us deal with this time
Of social isolation;
But no, he is not in love
And says he never will.
I share him with a ghost
But somehow, that feels
Familiar, it is usually
Reversed – so I can deal
With it for now, and
Perhaps eventually
We will find a place
In one another’s orbit
That allows us to feel
What is already there
As something real.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Four Haiku

The day befalls like
A steady downpour of rain
Over whitecapped waves.

When the clouds gather
Bringing stormy weather near;
Look! The distance clears!

A pen in salute
Is more delicious than wine –
Edifying lives.

Love tenderly plays
Until the music made is
A graceful concert.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan