A Poet’s Lament

    This was written recently, in part, as a response to a comment from a new follower (Eileen @Laughter: Carbonated Grace). The first eight lines were modified only slightly with the word “pity” replacing “bless” in the first line. The additional lines were added upon reviewing the comment and not being able to contain myself. (Self-control has always presented me with a problem). For those of you who enjoy writing or reading poetry, may it come as a warning to you, hold on as tenaciously and for as long as you can to any gift you feel you may have, for one day it may fade into obscurity as most poetry does in this day and age.

     In the meanwhile, enjoy the time you have with your talent,

Jake.

A Poet’s Lament

God pity the poet

for they have long passed their time

who can’t find the words

apropos to their rhyme.

Who struggle now greatly

in search of the phrase

that once tied the loose ends

in the most perfect of ways!

Who now wish upon stars

to return to the past

when the words, not the wine,

then flowed to the last.

When each day brought a gift

like none had before

but alas, has now closed,

the poet’s last door?

***

Jack Downing

July 2016

 

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Easter Sunday

    Back around Easter, as you may probably be aware, I started this poem and I had only the first three lines complete when I put it on the shelf for whatever reason and this morning I happened to notice it in my drafts, so I took a look at it and the rest of the words flowed out. So now three or four months later I will share it with you.

Thanks for waiting,

God bless,

Jake.

 

Easter Sunday

Oh, so many years ago

He died to free us from all sin

but have we learned His lesson taught?

I doubt it by the state we’re in!

He told us to love our neighbor

but certainly not, our neighbor’s wife

He told us not to kill or steal

and to lead a righteous life.

He told us to keep Holy

each and every Sabbath Day

but isn’t that the time of week

when our favorite teams will play?

He said that we should turn our cheek

whenever it be smite

and that we are all the Father’s children

be us yellow, red, black or white!

But His teachings seem to be, not instilled

in the most of us from birth,

for just look around you now

to see what’s done on earth.

We kill to take a piece of land

or anything else we crave

and our children are now allowed to be

pampered and misbehaved!

We steal from family and friend alike

we rob from strangers too

and our officials steal from all of us

Caesar takes more, than is his due!

Sex and lust are everywhere

at the movies and on TV,

mothers and fathers are now unwed

and babies’ souls set free.

Now I admit that I have sinned

and I’m guilty of some above

but, I pray that He’ll forgive me

for in Him I know there’s love.

I know for sure that when I die

I’ll face my “Judgement Day”

and that His mercy will be shown

at that is what and why I pray!

                        ***

          ~Jack Downing~

                July 2016

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Haiku’s For The New Fourth

    I’m sorry if the following offends any of you in any way, but I’m saddened by what is happening to my beloved country and these haiku’s are not in the least “politically correct” but they are my honest and true feelings. So please enjoy them if you can or ignore them if you will but be sure that we must change the course of our endeavors or perish as a nation.

I hope your Fourth of July is enjoyable and memorable, but we may not be celebrating it too much longer if things remain the same in this country.

Jake.

Haiku’s For The New Fourth

Bombs bursting in air

Flags fluttering everywhere

Only if you dare!

…………………………………………….

Hot dogs without pork

Eat with fingers not a fork

growing by the stork!

………………………………………………

God not welcomed here

Soon gone too your wine and beer

more goes year by year!

…………………………………………………

Protest and resist

Now your guns are on the list

Liberals insist!

………………………………………………….

America is dying

Politicians still lying

Facts no denying!

…………………………………………………..

Our Forefathers sad

In their cold grave spin like mad

Given what we had!

……………………………………………………..

Jack Downing

July 2016

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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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