The Wandering Muse

     In the event that anyone has realized that I am not posting very often anymore.. The following should explain why!!

     So, if anyone should find my muse, please send her home, I need her desperately.

     Thanks in advance,

Jake.

Aren't we all a Muse to someone?

Aren’t we all a Muse to someone?

The Wandering Muse

Oh, where has gone my whispering muse

who once guided my hand to write,

from the break of the sun in the morning

and on into my dreams late at night?

So loyal and true has been my muse

for lo, these many past years.

Gone now I pray, not forever

but, off to another I fear!

Oh, why has my muse gone deserted

and was it I who has caused her to leave,

from forgetting the source of the magic

and thus to myself, then deceived?

Becoming convinced, my own genius

was no more in need of her gift.

Till I awoke to the sun one past morning

and my pen seemed too heavy to lift.

So now I cry “come back” to my wandering muse

for I am in need of your charm.”

Please bring back to me all your talent

and save me from all further harm.”

Jack Downing

Nov. 2013

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Elysium’s Gate

     Some thoughts for a Sunday morning.

    Please enjoy

Jake.

Does Paradise Await?

Does Paradise Await?

Elysium’s Gate

There are those who believe

that we walk alone

through the valley of the shadow

as death takes us home.

And thus, whence we depart

we’re left on our own

to receive then our judgment

before God’s Golden Throne.

But, I now believe

that we go through that light

with guardian angels

on our left and our right.

And there, all our loved ones

are a welcoming sight,

as they gather around us

and thus relieve us of fright!

*

Still yet, there’ll come judgment

on our life as a whole

and our fate then determined

by reviewing the soul.

Was there a coin or some soup

for the poor and their bowl

or a hand for the helpless

in achieving some goal?

Did peace, you embrace

while eschewing all hate?

Did you not envy your neighbor

his goods, or his mate?

And did you make the most

of which was your fate?

If so, then be welcomed

at Elysium’s Gate!

***

Jack Downing

Sept. 2014

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Visitors On The Lawn

     With the onset of Autumn many of nature’s creatures are and will be looking for sustenance to survive the winter’s long duration. I invite your comments..

Have a superb weekend everyone,

Jake.

Oh, they came again today!

Oh, they came again today!

Visitors On The Lawn

Oh, they came again today

and grazed upon my lawn.

Yes, they came again today,

the buck, the doe, the fawn.

He, with antlers full

majestic, tall and proud.

And she, with maternal instinct

chastised the fawn, aloud.

Content they were in morning’s light

with the dew still on the ground

seeming almost joyful

with the treats that they had found.

They fed upon the berries

and the salt-lick on a knot.

And when they come tomorrow

that’s when I’ll take the shot!

Jack Downing

Oct. 2014

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The Farmer’s Almanac In Haiku

     ‘And now for something completely different’* “The Farmer’s Almanac in Haiku.”  

Try these on for size

a somewhat different view

of the Almanac.

…………………………………

Please enjoy, and comment.

Jake.

Haiku

THE FARMER’S ALMANAC IN HAIKU

The Farmer’s Almanac In Haiku

Some predictions come

from watching nature’s habits

squirrels and rabbits.

……………………………………………………..

Cold and snow ahead

bring a higher heating price

comes as no surprise.

…………………………………………………………

Some get wind and rain

others to have ice and snow

watch the hawk and crow.

…………………………………………………………

Leaves begin to turn

colors blaze from frosty nights

sparkling crisp and bright.

…………………………………………………………….

Farmers see the signs

from nature’s indications

as revelations.

………………………………………………………………

~Jack Downing~

 

*(stolen  borrowed from the hit British TV show, “Monte Python’s Flying Circus”)

 

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Nephew Of My Uncle Sam

           “I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, with liberty and justice for all.”

Long May It Wave

Long May It Wave

Nephew of My Uncle Sam

You gotta take me

as I be

’cause there ain’t no

changin’ me

and you know

I’m really proud

of who I am.

I was born in the land

of the free

and I thank the Lord

you see,

that I’m a red-blooded,

blue-collar,

nephew of my Uncle Sam.

*

Now I ain’t ashamed

to say

I pledge allegiance

every day,

to the flag

and Republic

for which it stands.

And it’s under God

for me,

as I still need His help

you see

’cause I’m a red-blooded,

blue-collar,

nephew of my Uncle Sam.

*

I was raised to respect

that flag

and I’ve served

but I won’t brag,

still I feel

because of that,

I’m a better man.

From a general down

to a pfc

they can be found

on my family tree,

’cause we’re red-blooded,

blue-collar,

nephews of our Uncle Sam.

*

And so I will keep my right

to bear

and my opinions

I will share,

for freedom of speech

is my right,

I’m American.

Yes, I was born in the land

of the free

and I thank the Lord

you see,

that I’m a red-blooded,

blue-collar,

nephew of my Uncle Sam.

***

Jack Downing

Sept. 2014

Special thanks to Beth Ann Chiles for that beautiful photo above.

Jake.

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Kinda

     I wrote this five years ago as a song, and of course if you’ve followed this blog for any length of time, you know how that song lyrics thing worked out for me.. So I published it as a poem a while ago and I just happened to think about it yesterday, so I figured it’s been long enough since then that I could throw it out there once more (with again, some a lot of punctuation alterations). I do hope you’ll take it as lightly as it was intended to be.

    Have yourselves a lighthearted weekend, God knows we need one,

Jake.

This is not my music, but the "lyrics" are..

This is not my music, but the “lyrics” are..

KINDA

You can’t be kinda pregnant

and you can’t be kinda dead.

But, you can be kinda smart

and you can be kinda read.

You can be kinda hungry

and put on some kinda spread.

But, you can’t be kinda pregnant,

and you can’t be kinda dead.

*

You can be kinda poor now

and you can be kinda rich.

You can be kinda nice

or some kinda son-a-bitch.

You can kinda owe some money

to the state or to the Feds.

But, you can’t be kinda pregnant,

and you can’t be kinda dead.

*

You can be kinda handsome

and you can be kinda bright.

You can be kinda wrong

and you can be kinda right.

You can be kinda blue

and your face be kinda red.

But, you can’t be kinda pregnant,

and, you can’t be kinda dead.

*

You can kinda cover up

with some kinda paint.

You can kinda try to be

what you kinda ain’t.

and you can kinda wanna be

kinda someone else instead.

But, you can’t be kinda pregnant,

and you can’t be kinda dead.

*

You can kinda listen

to the words I have to say.

And I would kinda think

that would kinda be okay.

You can kinda be an Alice

and you can kinda be a Ted.

But, you won’t get kinda pregnant

and you won’t be kinda dead.

*

No, you can’t be kinda pregnant

and you can’t be kinda dead.

Though you might kinda want to,

when you’re kinda full of dread.

You may be kinda crazy

and kinda whacked out of your head.

But, you can’t be kinda pregnant,

and you can’t be kinda dead.

*

No, you can’t be kinda pregnant,

no, you can’t be kinda pregnant,

no, you’re never kinda pregnant,

and you’re never, kinda dead.

***

Jack Downing

Aug. 2009

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When Death Came From The Sky

Edited somewhat from the original (mostly punctuation) but the message is the same..

May God rest the souls of the innocents and condemn the souls of the hateful for all of eternity! And let us not forget the actions of Sept. 11, 2011 in Benghazi, Libya. More innocent deaths perpetrated by ruthless, murdering heathens.

Rest in Heavenly Peace ye of innocence.. For evil dwells no more amongst you.

Jake.

WE MUST NEVER FORGET!

WE MUST NEVER FORGET!

WHEN DEATH CAME FROM THE SKY

The morning sparkled like a gem

the air was warm and dry,

it was a nearly perfect day

when death, came from the sky.

On the eleventh of September

in the year, two thousand-one,

America watched in horror

as they witnessed, terror come.

With not a thought of life’s import

for themselves or innocents to die,

and the madmen smiled with great delight,

when death, came from the sky.

Martyrs for some heinous cause

they looked beyond this earth,

but what kind of god would welcome them?

Surely not, a god of worth!

So, they will not enter heaven

and no virgins will they spy,

but, they’ll dwell long, in Satan’s realm,

for when death came from the sky!

Jack Downing

Sept. 11, 2009

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