My Trip to the Park

Ocmulgee Indian Mounds, a park,
known as a local land mark.
Descendant of Creek Indian tribe,
inside the mound on walls describe,
this gallant people of old,
the history of their culture told.
When I walk alone on the trails,
I think of stories and tales,
about Indians I have heard,
I imagine the same birds,
blue jay and cardinals, Red
flew over head.
They felt the same cool breeze;
were shaded by the pine trees.
I recall the time,
My daughter and I climbed,
up the highest mound.
Deer watched us spellbound
transfixed and still,
suddenly they turned around
and disappeared from the field.

©right2005

X-Quisit King Klyde

X-Quisit King Klyde,
lilac points, bred pure,
slim, sleek, blue eyed,
exquisite creature.
This cat, for a small fee,
came to live with me.
complete with pedigree.
In the beginning
he acted very scared,
perhaps thinking,
no one cared.
He would go away,
Like a ghost,
Then came the day,
He let me get close,
his fear went away,
he made me smile,
loudly he meowed,
As Siamese will do,
Purring he showed,
He trusts me, true,
Petting allowed,
My friend he’ll be,
No more to hide
Or run to be free,
X-Quisit King Klyde.
By Jackie

Country, God and Faith

Crying out loudly,
A mother awakes,
in her arms her baby son she takes,
soothing him,
he goes back to sleep.
Far away desert,
explosion, wounds deep,
mother awakens at,
she know not what,
another soldier lost in combat.
Country, faith and God her belief,
All three, will not bring relief,
or sooth her grief,
or bring back to life a proud,
son who cried out loud,
A mother to awake,
in Her arms,
she will never again take,
No, she will never again comfort him,
Or fill the silent emptiness within,
created by love
for country, God and faith.
©5/22/2005 Jacqueline Alexander

Knight vs Warlock

Dishonored, a knight,
accepted a challenge,
a warlock to fight,
His goal revenge,
anxious on hilltop,
awaiting witch, swarthy,
could black magic stop,
this knight so worthy,
don’t be skeptical,
or in thought unkind,
coarse man despicable,
made a grisly find,
the one seeking honor,
made good his goal,
gone was the sorcerer,
he turned into a mole,
for this blessed knight,
this gallant breed,
had his own amulet,
to make him succeed!

By: Jacqueline

I Remember

As I journey in this life,
Thinking tragedy I foresee,
I remember that you take care of me.
-
Dealing with strife,
Sometimes in fear and misery,
As I journey through this life.
-
Toiling with grief
It amazes me that I didn't see,
I remember that you take care of me.
-
Sometimes in disbelief,
Forgetting your decree,
As I journey though this life.
-
You hear me what-if,
I'm not like the birds in the tree,
I remember that you take care of me.
-
Falling down on bended Knee,
I thank you God, I'm free,
As I journey in this life,
I remember that you take care of me.

&2005 Jacqueline Alexander

tiresome reiteration, ding...

Dada rationale,
not traditional,
near the beginning,
period of time, early,*
Use, but not forsale.
Public Library,*
buy yo drugs at the
apothecary,
Strip of land, roadside,*
direct pony, ride,
postpone it, delay,*
spread it out, display,
respond now, quickly,*
no vigor, sickly,
purposeful, business,*
Of light luminesce,
News information,*
interpretation,
permit, privilege, grant,*
bombastical rant,
performing action,*
negate reaction,
gracefully, lovely,*
dream surreally,
later part, afternoon,*
light, reverie, moon,
comprise, including,*
circular band, ring,
materials used, stuff,*
satisfies, enough,
a woman, baggage,*
coax, blandish, massage
brief plunge in, dipped,*
jest or jibe, quipped
structure a building,*
contrary, reverse,*
familiarize, verse,
evasion, escape,*
fowl feathered, cape,
tiresome reiteration, ding...

©2005 Jacqueline Alexander

Azalea's

Censorous Carping Critque
Azalea white bloom
Wilted brown, blackened by June.

by Harridan


Royalty of the Garden,
Azalea rhododendron,
Grows happily in the sun,
Yellow, pink, red, colors stun
Ephemeral, Ornamental
Do not get sentimental
Flowers may bloom May though June
Unfortunately by July
All the pretty blossoms die.

By: Harridan_shrew

Lilly and Rose

Lilly and Rose bloom in Spring.
------ fool hesitates, waits
Funeral wreath drapes coffin.
©2005 Jacqueline Alexander

Hemlock

For Socrate's
philosophy,
he was made by
a Decree, To
drink the juice of
the deadly leaf
of hemlock tree.
Teaching he dared,
the fantasy,
that men could learn,
to think, minds free.
In reality,
the powers to be,
lifted glassy
eyes, toasting a
fait accompli.
©2005 Jacqueline Alexander

Reality Bites

Glossy purple, black,
fruit of the deadly
night shade, poisonous
but, good for the heart.
Green Trees in orchard,
explode with blossoms;
red and green fruit, sweet.

Snow white took the bite...
Wicked witches trick,
then Snow went to sleep,
A kiss, lips touched,
waking up startled,
she was kneeling at,
the prince's feet.
&2005 Jacqueline Alexander

First Limerick

In a jail was a crazy lady,
marketing she went one day,
needing to eat,
soup and meat, but
for the food she refused to pay.
HS

I talk of you when I pray

Never wanted it to end this way,
Sorry it wasn't different,
I talk of you when I pray.

Beautiful sunny Sunday,
Air filled with joy, no hint,
I never wanted it to end this way.

Planned a trip, fishing boat in bay,
catching trout your intent,
I talk of you when I pray.

Green pickup sits in driveway,
Whole front end a big dent,
Never wanted it to end this way.

Crumpled fender, muddy red clay,
you were killed in the accident,
I talk of you when I pray.

Victim of the black paved highway,
No chance for you to repent,
Never wanted it to end this way,
I talk of you when I pray.
by HS

20 word challenge ANPTM

At kitchen*window,
water*droplets,
form on *window-
panes, it is *morning.
Cup in hand,
I stand and wait
for *weather
*clouds, to disband.
It is *cool ,*damp,
*foggy and
*gray and *cloudy.
Through glass I see
*rain drops falling,
*puddles forming,
*wet, *fresh, tall
green *grass growing,
and the
Red*birds,
fighting over
fat wiggling *worms.
by HS

Under the Apple Tree (group Challenge...)

Under the apple tree.
*we're sitting on the grass;
you are *smiling at me.
*such a good way to feel.
I hand you a book.
You give *me a look.
in *that magic way,
that makes me so happy.
*Surely it will stay.
It gives me a start.
to hear the sonic
beating of my heart.
(or was that a fart!)
It is so loud that I do
not know *why you
can't hear it too.
You *have a way of
* making everything,
even the flowers in your
hair a *symbol of our love.
by HS

Jungle Adventure (group challenge)

Sitting around the camp–fire,
we heard distant-jungle-drums
beat out a-message of danger.
-Warning us of -strange little men
-Coming our way!

Hearing-noises, in the–darkness,
we grabbed our guns and -supplies;
quickly scattering,
each one going in a different direction.

Much later, feeling the danger had past,
we regrouped.
Searching our number,
we discovered two were gone.

One of the missing,
unfortunately,
was our -guide,
luckily, we had a -map.

Ready to end this adventure
we began our trip, following a
-path back towards civilization.
As we were leaving the jungle,
we passed by a recently deserted-campsite.
There in the middle of a circle of huts,
next to a still steaming black cauldron,
lay a large pile of white bones,
freshly,
picked clean of flesh.

HS

-Diamonds glitter like peices of broken glass (group challenge)

-Diamonds glitter like peices of broken
glass on your-cold,
still finger,
My love for you told
by symbol, unspoken.
-Hopeful, I look at your form,
but, you never again will rise
-get up from this-slumber,
Never again will I feel your
touch so warm and tender
Wreaths of fragrant flowers so fine
form a frame around a-painting,
of this vessel of pine,
our journey together
the final hours defined.
Wearily I lift myself up
-leaving, you
I suppress a sob,
I dry my eyes, to proceed
with the-job of living.
HS

Life is a Series of Funerals

Life is a series of funerals,
last week, last month, last year.
The little girl I was, no longer lives,
The daughter I gave birth to moved away.
The wife I was, would never stay.
When I was a wife, a parent, a friend,
guiltily, I knew I would stray,
But, perhaps I was right,
It was Okay,
today and yesterday,
it is no male or female’s plight
Or ability to remain,
in a single relationship of any kind,
throughout a lifetime to maintain.
To think otherwise made me a fool.
Nothing, so I have been told,
under the sun,
is sustained for more than a season
for some,
the end comes before winter’s begun,
It is the exception, not the rule.
There are no permanent positions,
This is a realization,
A fact that rules,
not meant to be cruel.
Something you,
probably already knew,
My sin, I confess this day,
I decided in one place to stay,
thinking,
to preserve my life on earth,
But, the wood is rotting away.
All slips through my fingers.
Nothing left from yesterday,
It has all changed,
only the memories linger.
Stubbornly, I resist,
It is not what I planned.
Perhaps in truth, eternity,
without beginning or end or change,
is filtering though to me.
From this never-ending evolution
I long to be free?
Impossible on this earth,
where the only constant is change,
I have heard this before,
but, in my minds ear,
it sounded strange,
even so, I know this truth,
to my core,
It is available to everyone,
Look round see the proof,
of it,

I don’t remember before I was born,
I don’t think I will remember,
This life after I am dead,
Just as I do not remember,
what I had to eat,
on Christmas Eve, December
nineteen sixty-four.
©2005

I Think of a long day past.

I Think of a long day past,
Childishly, a cigarette I would smoke,
Back when I was much younger and chaste.

I remember guiltily putting it out fast,
The taste of it made me choke,
I Think of a long day past.

Of you, recollections tumble out in hast
My hair you would lovingly stroke,
Back when I was much younger and chaste

Memory of your eyes in my direction cast
When I would look up, quickly your gaze broke
I Think of a long day past.

How could I have ever forecast,
Calling you, an answer would not evoke,
Back when I was much younger and chaste.

Years have gone by, sadness I taste.
It has been a long time since we last spoke,
I Think of a long day past,
Back when I was much younger and chaste
©2005 Jacqueline Alexander

Supersitition

Superstition

Friday comes fifty two times a year
three labeled the thirteenth,
floor of the Hotel Belvedere,
avoid, take a room on the tenth.
Rabbits foot South Louisiana be
hoo doo stock and trade.
Tie a yellow ribbon, around the old
raccoon penis bone charm, made
simple love potion or sex spell,
full moon, beneath a window,
whisper his name don't yell.
No broken back allow
Stepping on a crack, baby
Black, cat cross your path
you must turn back.
four leaf clover Celts white charm
against bad evil spirits attack.
Amulet, Jew apotropaic arm
located on a Lucky Mojo Curio rack
Shattered mirror broken soul,
Roman seven years trek
to repair the damage toll.
Once laid against the crucifix
of Jesus in biblical times
the Wooden ladder can not fix
its reputation, finds
victim walking under, see
on way to the gallows rope
Lets try knocking on the
god of the trees wood, hope
fill Voodoo queen's purse,
against your opponent she
will cast a curse
making them agree
Fiery Dragon will bring
good fortune to be.
For luck, me I wear a string.
© 2005 Jacqueline Alexander

Insanity Defined

Insanity Defined

Some blame repetition,
unrealistic expectation,
Mental insult,
Seasonal insanity springs result,
Artist builds sand castle,
living there such a hastle,
ravanges of guilty hand,
Perception distorted land,
Maternal rearing,
naked little king,
Fighting marine,
bloody dream,
Criminally insane,
There is no gain,
Unable to realize,
Guns and knifes,
take peoples lives,
PMS womans bane,
Bloated belly pain,
Chemicals insufficient,
Disfunctional brain ill,
Medical person indifferent,
Solve the problem with a pill.

©right2005 Jacqueline Alexander

Poets Critic

To Critique anothers lovingly written Poem
How could I do that, what does this mean?
What method can I use to avoid to demean?
Like butterfly wings snipped off without a qualm.

For poetry there is many a form
Many ways developed to scheme and rhyme
End, internal, slant and perfect, over time
Whatever you chose can be the norm.

Poetic license may abound
Is meter correct as sentances flow?
There may be free verse, can anything go?
Onomatopoeia used for words sound.

I think the critics value of poetry of each
villanelle, cinquian's emotional plea
or verse exposed emotion others see
is it's ability of the heart to reach.

©2005 Jacqueline Alexander

Red White and Blue

Red white and blue
flag waves in view

Slices of red watermelon
People served pablum

Sun's red heat
Drummer beat

Fireworks red glow
Sparks blue, green, yellow

Blood red wound fresh
Whose pound of flesh

The cannon ball rotund
Death gives no refund

Every red dime?
Cut social secuity the chime.

President's first choice
Red anger people voice

Blue to red democracy
The Senator's hypocracy

Remember the Red Scare
If you dare

Is the red white and blue
still in view?

©2005 Jacqueline Alexander