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Gabrielle Jordan Poem
Love feels like it has gone far away
She used to exist everywhere it seems
Now she hides in fear of being used up or let down
Most now, don’t even remember what she feels like
I remember long ago
Love used to have big bright colors
lightening bugs would soar through the night sky
with dancing white beams that glowed in the dark
four leaf clovers would spring from green pines of grass
but would ever elude being found and plucked
by those wanting a taste of its Irish good luck
floral beach balls and pink rubber kick balls were the center of summers delight
camp fire girls adorned navy blue vests and strutted proudly holding red white and blue flags down main street on Memorial Day
lazy polka dot burnt orange black lady bugs
would sleep under the sun
waiting to be scooped up
each child hoping to find the lady
with the most dots
to win the game
cotton candy colored May Day dances held in the public-school yard always on the hottest and sunniest day of the year
each student excited about dressing up in colorful garbs from different cultures around the world
Love was innocent then...
Love had the best aromas too
tide detergent, vanilla extract
talcum powder, wonder bread
sweet potato pie
hot dogs on toasted rolls at the public pool
Chanel #5 on Church Sundays
lots of Chanel #5
Love had the most wonderful sounds
the rustle of fall leaves under your feet
the crunch of plastic sofa covers at grandma’s house
sitting on the porch listening to night crickets on dad’s lap
Maybe love is actually still here
Waiting for us to love her back
She has not been treated well lately
I hope that she will give us all another chance
And come back soon
Hopefully this time
She will stay
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from suffering and pain
that is piped into veins
by the organ-less master
who relentlessly plays
from a congested gutter
of fake themes
hiding in deception
and callous clutter
from distaste of the old
the sick the poor and uninvited
from the self-imposed
silent deaf and short-sighted
I rise
as a bed of plume feathers
carry me gently towards
an untainted treasure
klimt gold ash pours over my body
soothing the distress I allowed to infest
I stroll along the mountains aurora
feet sinking into a bed of stardust flora
gazing out at mankind
a dull drum beat of the blinding matrix
trudging in sync to a contrived greatness
oblivious to the thundering roar
of perishing seas
animals lie floating
in warm global soaking
smoldering sun with rusted rays
shivers in the sky
with disheartened malaise
the illusion is breaking
a decision is undertaking
a red beaked sparrow beckons me
to look off into the darkening blue
a great tempest is coming
and long overdue
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she was a beautiful and rare wildflower
peaceful and delicate
but with vibrant untamed hues
she had a blaze
that no one could grasp or contain
so she confined her truth in solitude
she often felt lost and consumed
by the bleak shattered illusion
of the world around her
it was too distressing a place
to settle her sensitive stem
it would smother her oxygen
and sift her energy into
depths of darkness
when her heart flooded
with loneliness and fear
she would lock her walls
fold her life
and paint her windows black
the beauty
anchored deep within her heart
would begin to fade
when she could no longer
find the path
back to her source of strength
she would sit in hush
waiting for any like one
to come
to water
no one ever did
when the pain became unbearable
she descended into madness
no longer questioning,
no longer reasoning
but content to
not be
until
there was no more
she sat in silent playgrounds
listening to children laughing
she enjoyed the indulgence
of a soft encounter with hope
she watched as the
final crumpled leaf
hung from its tree
dangling alone
waiting for the last hale
of winters icy sigh
she was the swimmer who intently
dove into oceans of sand
her heart weighed heavy
with exhaustion
burdened by the
ceaseless meaningless,
struggle of life
to which she
could not understand
she felt resigned
that life existed
and when over,
one could walk gently away
with no hesitation
or need to stay
but she was that rare wildflower
she had danced to the whims of the wind
and had weathered its torrential storms
the fire within her refused to relent
and she found resilience
to rise back into the light
each breath became a privilege
she returned as moments in gratitude
her journey became her solace
and it was there she found her truth
she was reminded that
emptiness in life floats into butter-colored warmth
because it needs to heal
sadness in life is the addiction
of re-living anything
that ever made one's heart soar
perfection in life bows in gratitude
to complete imperfection
and imperfection in life
is the essence
of hope
at birth
rising
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despair hangs heavy
in the air these days
but the only path
is through they say
an intruder in the midst
blowing his cold still drip
into the ivy
teardrops overwhelm tilted ice trays
gently gathering each
hoping for a catch and release
a heavy hand presenting an uncertain voice
faint in the distance
pestering its presence
time slowing its pace
but not in charge
of winning the race
a family stands fixed inside time
a child cries out
a sister screams
as it marches through cells
demanding to conquer
every hope not yet dreamed
pouring rain, pouring down
pouring through shattered veins
showering in bitter pieces of pain
expose the last evidence of pride
clusters of hair
falling
falling
sunken eyes
tear deep through the heart
and break even at places
that had been glued steel shut
lost innocence
now
fixed on fear and mistrust
poured the injustice
of the fall from Eden
wavering and perplexed
dangling from
an uncommitted tree
knowing now
life will try you
over and over
and over again
to extreme
without a chance
to compose in between
a soft voice
delivered to my soul
is this all there is?
a mother sobs
how do you explain
darkness to sunlight
faith is a lottery
the acceptance to believe
that someone will win
but..
someone..
will lose.
how to make sense
is the dream that you choose
the show just beginning
the fight of her life
a mother prays
not fair
this is not fair
she deserves
hope that awakens the light
The only way..
to survive this..
beloved
Is
To
Scream!
At all which tries
to shake your strength
At the Universe
for allowing the light
to dare blink when you rise
Scream!
Until the mountains shift
and buffer the clouds
Until the wind retreats
and calms the storm within
Scream!
Until you pierce
the edges of eternity
evolving majestic
wings of flight
Until you douse your fire
into hell itself
Until it relents to your will
and makes peace
with the blaze of your spirit
Scream!
To awaken a miracle from its slumber
and guide its presence
into the abyss smothering your soul
Scream!
To Un-cage
The Outraged
Warrior Within!
Child
Scream Out!
Child
Scream Out!
Child Scream Out!!
Dedicated to my courageous beloved niece....Alicia
April 23, 1985 - March 13, 2019
"Your glorious spirit is set free"
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When I saw him last,
He wore grey bananas on his feet
He had a pirate’s hat between his teeth
Long last the man from Oliver Kitten arrived on the shores of my head
How was he to bring such a large basket of straws and ask me to bloom a white rose
You have been back he said with a twirl of a red gem
Yellow kittens for my pleasure,
Only one black dog
Keep roaring up the hill, don’t stop
Take the bottom off the wheel
You won’t need it soon
You are on your way down
The pink parade will catch your fall
Dolphins everywhere
Even under my old brown coat
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Grandpa
a kind face
skin leathery and creased from years of working in the sun
long jowls like a basset hounds
sad droplet eyes
always a slight aroma of beer
brown wrinkled callous palms
dirt-stained fingernails were evidence of an old man’s toil
a blue plaid shirt now ashen from wear
a tall man
always unshaven with scrapes of gray hair that would scratch you un-mercifully if he asked for a hug
he walked with shoulders hung and bowed over as if broken
that of a man who had known the burdens of inequality all his life
the kindness in his eyes reflected a graceful acceptance of his fate
his tears masked a rage and unforgiveness for the destiny of his children
late afternoons he would sit out yonder under a huge black gum tree
a blackened wood briar pipe a pack of red man chewing tobacco and a can of snuff beside him
one jaw always popped out as the tobacco had to sit just long enough before it was time to spit
he would sit in that shaded spot for hours on end
up till sunset most days
always staring intently at something out there
was it memories from his past
or perhaps the dreams of a past that someone stole
eventually, grandma would call out to him
Henry where you be?
he would always reply
after awhile
I’m just there…
I never understood what that meant before
Until now
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the injustice of
the powder blue box
standing proudly
on the corner of
fifty-seventh and fifth
A symbol of division
extending the partition
between wealth and
everyone else
back around the way
the old shabby
half shingled house
was home to the
second hand charlie brown
size thirteen shoes
worn by
the size thirteen girl
sitting on the second
stair stoop
when she was just thirteen
no one heard her scream
no one saw her run
and hide in shame
under the rough wool
of poverty that had never
comforted or warmed her
her playgrounds were
clotheslines for volleyball
and cracked tarred side streets
for hopscotch
forced to scratch and climb each day
up through that
crammed and crowded pit
fighting to reach the light before
the trap was sealed shut on the door
there’s a quota, you see
only some will be allowed
a chance to be free
everyone knew
most will not make it through
the others doomed
to return and make do
forced to accept
false narratives and
live by corrupted rules
but just remember
the megaphone
fed down into the abyss
is an acoustic indoctrination
and it never ceases to play
“two plus two
equals four”
a deliberate
echo to trance
the suffocated poor
yet one percent
know the real truth
two plus two
equals anything
you want it to
entrenched in power
they refuse to let go
protecting the system
they must maintain
the status quo
so she stands in line
to make the climb
determined to reach
the top in time
she knows her freedom
is just beyond that light
as she hears the trap door
slam behind
she feels the warmth
of destiny on her face
knowing that countless others
are left behind
trapped in a sinkhole
of poverty and oppression
in a mental cage
that denies their rights
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so there I was hanging out
between the door jam
in between the
crack and sunlight
hoping to grow like the skinny weed
trying to break free of the concrete
to be better for whoever
or worse
but lost that diamond ring actually now
pushing daisies back up
to the sixth floor window somewhere
between the street below and hell if I know
I had carried that mountain for you
wrapped in a big ole lazy bow
and waded for you in heavy splendor
until that day you came home
carrying that poem
and said that I should
plant my own flowers
because you had found
another rose
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If I could deliver myself to you
on a silver blanket
that is prancing upon a lofty cloud
with wine and cheese and all that you please
and NYC nights and summer lights
that will be my gift
If I could comfort the pain
that stretches through your thoughts
and holds your hands heavy
to your head
that will be my wish
If you lack the guidance and strength
in sheer loneliness
to make right decisions
my strength and any wisdom
that I have encountered
will be your wings of flight
The moment that you face inequity
injustice
raw hatred
of what I created you to be
I will be your warrior
If at the moment of sheer question
of our Universe
of our God
overwhelms your very being
Unable to take any more
Lie still
I will go in your place
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I move like mercury
bobbing lightly
just under
the surface
of thought
I am the breeze
that caresses
the white-washed
linen curtain
whispering belief
that it can fly
I pacify the inevitable
until it relents
to the crack
of a new dawn
I kiss time until
the moments pass,
and embrace still
I am the space
between the end
and remembrance
of what is
I linger softly
just under
the moons glow
watching
I amuse my maker
as I taunt
between
love and hate
I am the breath
of the awakening
just at the moment
of revelation
radiant colors descend
and soothe slowly
washing judgment
into
rainbows of purity
I am the whisper
of hope
the promise of
possibility
in the endless
existence
of infinite space
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