The Once And Future King

     Inspiration struck me again this morning and this was the result. Now, whether YOU, the reader finds this inspirational or not is entirely a matter of opinion, preference or taste. But, I do hope that for whatever reason you will at least read it and understand where I am coming from with it, “The Times They Are A’Changin”*

    Have a safe and Happy Labor Day weekend, here in the US. and a safe and happy first weekend of September everywhere else.

Jake.

Crusade To Failure

Crusade To Failure

The Once And Future King

He sat in the chair at the head of the table

just like his father before

but it wasn’t the same

and though he shared the man’s name

he felt an imposter and poor.

For the chair was more than a furniture piece

back then, it appeared more as a throne

and when the king was at court

there was laughter and sport

and his castle was surely this home.

But those days have long passed from then until

now

and the king too, has now gone from this place.

His realm lies in shambles

overgrown now by brambles

and the son now weeps in disgrace.

For the government came and they took it away

and then parceled it off to the poor,

yes, they came and they stole

part, parcel and whole

until his great realm was no more.

Alas, the great kingdoms built of work and of toil

are now eroding from hill and from dale

and lest you think this be fable

come sit at his table

and join the crusade then to fail.

***

Jack Downing

Sept. 2016

*”The Times They Are A’Changin’ ”  Written by Bob Dylan

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Mr. Weber Died

    This poem is based on a true event of this past week, for no apparent reason the title (exactly as shown) appeared in my mind while I was futilely attempting to get to sleep. I only wish that I had gotten up and started writing then, as I believe that, I would have had a more entertaining and involved piece of work. However, two days later,  it is what it has become.

     I do hope you enjoy it, and that you’ll think about its message.

     Have a great weekend everyone,

    Jake.

Blessed are the remembered for they shall not have died!

Blessed are the remembered for they shall not have died!

Mr. Weber Died

As I lay in bed last night

a voice came from inside

informing me, for who knows why,

that a Mr. Weber died.

Now I thought about that for a while

and I finally did decide

that I did not know a Mr. Weber

no matter how hard I tried.

*

But, it caused me wonder I’ll admit

that my mind’s eye had applied

to Mr. Weber but one “B”

and just one “B” I spied.

But, as curious as that case may be

and that cannot be denied,

why should I then concern myself

that a Mr. Weber died?

*

Then suddenly it came to me

and I must say with some pride,

that perhaps I know the reason

I was informed of his passing tide.

Yes, perhaps he had no other one

no kin or friend nor bride,

yet, someone needed to have heard,

that said Mr. Weber died.

*

For remembrance is a soul’s last chance

to live again inside

the human spirit they once felt

and have now just been denied.

So, he was born again to me

and shall not, from me be pried

yes, I’ll remember very well

the night a Mr. Weber died!

***

Jack Downing

Aug. 2016

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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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