A Friend’s Passing

A Friend’s Passing

When God calls them home
we left behind mourn deeply
for they or ourselves?

~Jack Downing~

 

 

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A Day At The Shore

        The following photographs are of Perkins Cove, Ogunquit Me. one of the most picturesque of shoreline locations. I will personally attest to the quality of the food, the fishing and the quaint ambiance oh, and the fantastic scenery of the Marginal Way (a scenic walk along the shoreline). If you are ever in southern Maine, I highly recommend a visit to Perkins Cove.

    It is only 68 degrees here in the Boston area and a day at the shore is just a wish and a prayer right now, but it’s coming!

    Enjoy,

Jake.

A Day At The Shore

A Day At The Shore

A Day At The Shore

Old wooden boats

tied to old wooden pilings

as a breeze wafts in

from the sea.

Seagulls hover and squawk

as the fishing boats dock

always seeking a meal

that is free.

That aroma unique

to the waterfront scene

awakens all the senses

of yore.

With fish on the fry

and not a cloud in the sky

you are blessed with a day

at the shore.

***

Jack Downing

May 2016

A view from the deck of Barnacle Billy's

A view from the deck at Barancle Billy’s

Need any more incentive?

Need any more incentive?

Great day of fishing aboard the Bunny Clarke

Great day of fishing aboard the Bunny Clark

This one is a picture of my son-in-law Gregg (l) and yours truly on our way back in to shore after a fantastic day of fishing out of Perkins Cove.

J.

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Memorial Day

The Fruit Of Freedom & Fallen Trees

      As Memorial Day is now upon us I realize that I have an extra poem. I am late in posting today..So no real introduction. Just a two for the price of one day. This is a re-post from January of 2012.

     Please read and remember,

Jake.

The Fruit Of Freedom

Freedom tastes, the sweetest fruit,

but bitter, is it grown,

for blood, it is the water,

and the seed, is courage shown.

The sunlight is conviction,

and hardship, oft be known.

But to taste, the fruit of freedom,

many it’s planters, be laid prone.

***

Jack Downing

Jan. 2012

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Fallen Trees

Fallen comrades,

as fallen trees,

rest with Mother Earth.

Ancients felled,

or the freshly hewn,

have given all their worth.

*

Leaves departed,

limbs are gone,

but deep, their roots remain.

Lest we forget,

how tall they stood,

let us weep, at Taps refrain.

***

Jack Downing

Jan. 2012

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Hi, Neighbor

     Well, would you look at this, (please do) two consecutive days of new posts by yours truly. I don’t know how or why it happened all of a sudden, after what has been a significant creative drought, but I can tell you a bit of the genesis for today’s issue. This morning as I crawled back into bed for what was to be a bit of a recovery from a terrible night’s sleep, a few inklings of an idea began forming and kept repeating themselves in my mind, I knew then that if I tried to take that nap those words would probably disappear forever. So, I forewent the sleep and went to work on this current masterpiece. Most of which is entirely fiction, I don’t have any neighbors named Jones, or Mrs. Dare for that matter (the names have been changed to protect the innocent, as they say on TV) and anyway, arrest records are generally sealed if you behave yourself for a specified period of time. But I digress, it took about an hour to come up with the first draft and about fifteen additional minutes just before it went to press for the final draft. Please remember that this is a work of fiction, I did mention that didn’t I?

     Every weekend should have a bit of good humor to it, if it is to be worthwhile and whether or not, this falls under that category remains solely up to you, the reader. Please get a chuckle if you will and let me know if you think that I, ah,  I mean the main character was punished excessively, or not, for his transgressions.

     Enjoy your weekend everyone,

Jake.

Whatta ya mean it's against the law to look?

Whatta ya mean it’s against the law to look?

Hi, Neighbor

Well, I’m sipping summer tea

just as sweet as it can be

while in a rocking chair

on the front veranda.

Now, I’d be rocking in the back

except for this one fact

that the police came

and read me my “Miranda’s”!

*

You see, there is this Mrs. Jones

who has fine parts upon her bones

who lives about

a hundred feet away.

Now, I won’t say I bore a torch

but while rocking on that porch

I noticed that a single tree

stood in my way.

*

As her bedroom window faced

with curtains sheer and laced

directly in my view

save for that tree,

so on a recent Saturday morn

when I knew that she was gone

I took out my trusty saw

and set it free.

*

Well, all went well you see

for about two weeks or three

each night I had the best seat

in the house.

That is until that day

when she chanced to glance my way

at the time she’d normally

remove her blouse.

*

And thus the glint off of my glass

then caused what came to pass

and the cops showed up at my place

in a trice.

And then they took me off to jail

and I had to go the bail

I had no idea they considered

this a vice.

*

So, since then I’ve planted trees

for hours on my knees

until I can’t see her house

for all the green,

and as I rock here in my chair

I still don’t think that it is fair

restraining orders puts such limits

on my scene.

*

The ankle bracelet is enough

and the time I spent in cuffs

should have been sufficient

price to pay.

But, now I’m forced to stare

at old and wrinkled, Mrs. Dare

in her see-through negligee

all night and day!

***

Jack Downing

Apr. 2016

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Just Some Passage Of Time

    This is a first hand report on the process of aging and the results of same. Please enjoy the latest emission from the mind of a newly inducted curmudgeon.

     Time does not necessarily heal all wounds my friends, sometimes the scars are just too deeply ingrained in the memory to be forgotten.

    Stay young and fight the onset of curmudgeon-ry,

Jake.

Curmudgeon

Curmudgeon

Just Some Passage Of Time

*

We go from baby to grown-up

without warning or sign

we go from all warm and cuddly

and safe and sublime

to old men and women

who’ve aged not, like fine wine

now grumpy curmudgeons

who’ve crossed over some line

leaving the past and its promise

somewhere far behind

and how swiftly that happened

with just some passage of time.

***

Jack Downing

April 2016

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What Is Luck?

    I haven’t written anything for a while and this came to me as I was “pondering” my life’s situations and I thought I would share a bit of my mindset with you this morning. I hope that you will take something away from it and that you will perhaps reflect somewhat on those around you who make or have made a difference in your life and how they’ve made it worth the living.

Please enjoy the poem and your reflections,

Jake.

What Is Luck?

Why do most of us consider luck

as having to do with money?

When everyday there is something that

makes our lives more sunny!

*

People that we meet and know

are so much more the part

of the fortune that we gain

and hold within our heart.

*

You see, with gold and silver coins and bars

there is no warmth to hold

but a touch from someone dear

can drive away the cold.

*

Yes, money can make your living easy

but your life can still be poor

if there are none who love you then

what are you living for?

*

Material things are not flesh and blood

and have not greater worth

than those of whom we meet and know

in our time upon this earth.

*

So, my friends I say to you

let not fortune pass you by

and remember well, this little poem

and luck won’t leave you high and dry!

***

Jack Downing

Mar. 2016

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The Birth Of A Nation

The birth of a nation
is like that of a child
the first years are for nurturing
and then come the wild.
But they’ll emerge as mature
with a lot of guidance and care
and survive to a great age
none worse for the wear.

Jack Downing

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