A decorated tree

The day after the birth of Jesus
I stare at the same tree
of shinny balls and crepe bows
tiny lights glittering still

Angel atop in a flowing dress
her face calmingly serene
yet she looks down differently
waiting she stay very still

I stroke the prickly needles
perfect with seeming life
hangs a few gold dusted pine cones
smelling sweet in death still

No more gifts boxes to hide its fate
most eyes had turned away
sadly it tries to look the same
but Christmas is over

Jackie

A wish

I sometimes look up and make a wish

to an empty sky when I didn't care 

But there are times when I am desperate

I figure the sun is most able in granting

he who can give life all around 

his fiery burning never cease in intensity

but I cannot look him in the eyes

I am but a voiceless dark speck 

drowned out by the busy world in daylight 

It is no wonder he does not give a damn

Next I try for the moon, for she is more gentle

a great lady subtle in mind and steely in spirit

When the sky is dark and she is illuminated

I stand next to a lamp post to make myself clear

I waited till the world is asleep and she is high 

to speak to her slowly and make my wish

as humble as I can but an urgent appeal

I fancy she glowed in acknowledgment

when she heard all that I want, and I 

turned back to my bed wondering

The moon is sure to act like the sun

but she is a great deal more patient

and she sees longer and darker shadows
the truths in our quiet solitudes and dreams

it is no wonder she is ironic in reply

and my wish turns into a half curse

when the great lady is determine to teach

and her lesson is chilling to the heart

I go back to see her full of regrets

a bright crying figure in a field of darkness

Jackie

Dejection

What is dejection?

It is driving behind big SUVs
trailing after their poisonous fumes

It is a new sign by the road
telling lies with happy faces

It is more stores coming near me
to give more shopping pleasure

It is a forest chopped down to make way
branches, leaves and roots in a heap

It is other drivers slowing down to look
but no way to know what they think

It is I can't blame it on anyone
I can only blame it on everyone

It is what denial failed to suppress
an awful guilt trip, a terrible fear


Jackie

Chick lit

I am one among hundreds
sit waiting at eye level
For a lady to come searching
to be captured by my title

I lure her with a young man
dashing in mails of metal
In foreign lands so long ago
swording in a gruesome battle

I threw in dragons and fireballs
Speeches of enemies immortal
But I know she had no interest
Save for love scenes that follows

Her hands grips me tight
as she hears my tale of sorrow
When a sharp arrow came flying
pierced the heart of my hero

My lady holds her dying love
she mourns for my made up fellow
Tears streaming down her face
turn my page wet and yellow

Jackie