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HAVE I?
February 24, 2019

Have I?

Have I done it?

Have I done it all?

There was the copter

Flying over green fields

In the warm, quiet breeze.

Visually, sensually fulfilling my dreams.

Watching the cows and goats

Meandering about their grazing grasses,

Placid lakes replenished by crystal streams.

Travels through ancient French villages

Speaking broken Lanqueduc

To the artisans and shopkeepers

Drinking liquid fermented grape fragrance,

Breads garnished with Camembert.

Perusing fields of violets

Basking before an emptied monastery

Wooden pens taking shape on an old lathe

Turns, curves, tenons, develop beneath the iron lathe tool

Polished to satin sheen

Sanded and waxed with certainty

To its final becoming form,

To hold, caress, scribble

Memorable, persistent sonnets

To that special, only loved one.

The year of Fencing

Fast and artful footing

Brandishing the slender silver sword

Deftly, adroitly, for that final flourish

Landing at its devilish destination,

Marking the ultimate winning stroke.

Daily read His holy Scriptures

Written for me for contemplation

Marked with heavenly meditation

In constant expectation

Of eternal life in His midst

Living in that glorious room

Built for me in his Wondrous kingdom.

I await Your calling

To Eternity.

Jon jacobs 2015

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Have I?
December 24, 2016

Have I? 
Have I done it? 

Have I done it all?

There was the copter

Flying over green fields

In the warm, quiet breeze. 

Visually, sensually fulfilling my   

       dreams. 

Watching the cows and goats 

Meandering about their grazing 

      grasses, 

Placid lakes replenished by crystal 

      streams. 
Travels through ancient French 

     Villages

Speaking broken Lanqueduc 

To The artisans and shopkeepers

Drinking liquid fermented grape 

     fragrance, 

Breads garnished with Camembert.

Perusing fields of violets 

Basking before an emptied monastery
Wooden pens taking shape on an old 

   Lathe

Turns, curves, tenons, develop 

     beneath the iron lathe tool

Polished to satin sheen

Sanded and waxed with certainty

To its final becoming form,

To hold, caress, scribble 

Memorable, persistent sonnets

To that special, only loved one.
The year of Fencing

Fast and artful footing

Brandishing the slender silver sword

Deftly, adroitly, for that final flourish

Landing at its devilish destination,

Marking the ultimate winning stroke.
Daily read His holy Scriptures

Written for me for contemplation

Marked with heavenly meditation

In constant expectation

Of eternal life in His midst

Living in that glorious room

Built for me in his Wondrous kingdom.

I await Your calling 

To Eternity.

  • Johnkul007 2015

September 11
September 11, 2016

SEPTEMBER 11TH

September 11, the radical operation
On a country infected by a silent disease
The scalpel that carved out a cancer:
The indifference of our souls

Smoke billowed heavenward,
Prayers crying for comfort
For answers to why
From the towers pierced
By our own supreme technology.

Blind cataracts of our mundane milieu
Crumbled in those early hours.
Days we cried for reasons
Of unanswerable horrors
Inflicted by an entity yet unknown

Who is my brother?
He who raced into the buildings
He who sifted through the ashes
Weeping for those he never knew
The brave who stood up to terror in the sky
Men, women, who now stand vigilant as protectors

Amber waves of grain,
Her purple mountains
A nation grounded on God’s love
America gathers a people once again
United in bonded brotherhood
We will ever stand firm

Johnkul007. 10/20/12

A Day without Her
July 24, 2015

A Day Without Her
A day without her is an eclipse
Shrouded umbrance without sunshine
A parched journey
Into desert wasteland
Seeing as a colorblind man
Watching the brilliance of a rainbow
Perceiving only variegations of brown
It is to travel under clouds
To feel cold rain on dry skin,
Shiver without arms to warm and caress,
To long without fulfillment
A gnawing emptiness etching a clay heart
Is a journey into unknowing
Without hope for the future
Reminded only of past’s bliss
It is unbearable
It is unrequited love
I love her as an eternal soul mate
None other can take her place
None other ever will.
                  jon jacobs

EYES
July 24, 2015

EYES
Your eyes cannot your love
     disguise
Nor hands belie gentle moods
Your very breath in syncopated
     sighs
Moves in concert with heaving
      breast, exudes
Your very soul, peninsular and
      surrounded
With all the seas that mold your
      mortal being,
Shape the tenderness expounded
By your smile, your passion, your
     joy beyond all seeing.
Who shall receive this packet,
     rich and fair?
Would he be worthy of the golden
      balm
Extruding from every pore and
     without care
Heals those whose fortunes
     summon stroking palm
Inebriating sentences long ago
     forgot
To pacify the ills that strangle
     future’s calm?
I am he who seeks that longing
     gaze
To encumber me with all of you
That I am not worthy to embrace
Living eternally with never the
     thought of final adieu
                   jon jacobs

Forlorn Search
March 18, 2015

Forlorn Search

My days are filled 

With hours 
Of cluttered symbolism,
Hasty desires.
They mean nothing.
All simultaneously 
Clutter so closely 
That I am driven,
Salivating for them.
The meaningless of life.
Rip your heart open
Pour out the blackness,
The slime…
Invite pure joy
Infinite fullness
To envelope 
To caress
The Who
That you are. 
Finally Eternally grateful
I may rest 
In eternal peace.
jon jacobs. 3/17/15

Forlorn Search My days are filled  With hours  Of cluttered symbolism, Hasty desires. They mean nothing. All simultaneously  Clutter so closely  That I am driven, Salivating for them. The meaningless of life. Rip your heart open Pour out the blackness, The slime… Invite pure joy Infinite fullness To envelope  To caress The Who That you […]

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Forlorn Search
March 18, 2015

Beachcomber
October 30, 2014

Beachcomber

You captivate me
Like the sound of the sea,
Engulf me
As the rolling waves,
Fly high above me
Free as the Seagulls,
Lie beneath me
As my foundation,
The very sands of the earth.
You turned gently beside me
The heavy velour shirt and pants
Covering your softness.
I crushed your contour with my fingertip… Lightly
You dozed… I snuggled. Sometime in the night
You got up and looked at the.
stars.
I looked at you.
You dozed… I snuggled.
Hours I lay next to you
Kissing lightly, stroking softly
You wiggled… I snuggled.
I remember dawn creeping over
the ocean
Seeing your beauty in the first
light.
Finally I rolled toward you
Burying my face on your neck
You rolled onto your back.
I hovered over you
Like a summer fog.

Roses
October 30, 2014

ROSES

A thousand roses would I give you,
Buy the whole red fragrant field
In some fair glen
To seal your heart
Set it afire and amend
The hurts, the wounds
The tears I’ve served
Sweet melody, golden lass
Hues of cream and primrose mingled
Draped in ivory silk for skin
It is you I smell and feel
And talk to in my dreams
You I dance with my whole life through
Come dance with me…

Sunlit afternoon
October 30, 2014

Muted afternoon sunlight
Filtered through weathered blinds
In our honeymoon room.
Separated Corrugated umbrage Falling across white sheets
Contoured by your form underneath Brings everything and nothing:
In the beginning all the hopes and
dreams of a lifetime —
In the end are fettered by funds,
friends, forms, children….
Lying on your back, belly exposed,
You are so vulnerable,
Your dreams shining brighter than
your pearly whites,
Not brushed away by your impeccable
dental hygiene…

i never knew the lilt of your faint West
Virginia accent
Until you used it to compliment Aunt
Peg,
I glanced at you speaking,
Then drank you in longingly.
I was a name and address
And You were a large place in the
Valley….