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Fresh carp
October 30, 2014

fresh carp for sale,
for escargot to assail;
far cargo foreign sail;
and all that on a Wednesday

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Dance with Me
September 5, 2014

DANCE WITH ME
Close you were,
And soft,
Real, so real
Your alluring green eyes,
Direct and penetrating…
I, captive of your enigmatic smile
Danced and danced again
To a song of past.
And future, too,
A song that we both knew
Not only by memory, but in our souls
As if we had moved in concert
Some Spring day in ages past
I could have held you long and long again
And never left the room
In my mind it is so…
In my dreams that won’t let go
Sweet reveries linger on
Long past daybreak, into morn
Those dreams break out in dimples
On my face in unexpected moments
Walking down the halls
Or in conciliatory conversations
I know they wonder at my Enigmatic smile…
It is for you.

Breakin’ Out – lent and Easter
April 18, 2014

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That Old Coat
February 17, 2014

THAT OLD COAT

I’ve seen it worn so many times
A hand-me-down from old friends
Where have they gone?
So fashionable the pattern
When it was brand spankin’ new
A flare, the cut, herring weave, too
The hint of sexy and dashing dare.

That old coat.
Less fashionable now
But functional, and “proper”
Befits the airs of the civic-minded
Career-focused, briefcase-swinging
Yes, practical, economical it is.

That old coat…
Comfortable, a little threadbare
But oh, so warm
Huddled on a bench
Beside longtime friends
Discussing politics
And the kids these days
Watching as the leaves fall
Our stone bench an island.

Those were the days
Money, sex, and power
The coat’s kept me well,
Dressed for all occasions
Now it just touches other old coats
Shoulder to shoulder
And winks at winter coming
Once again.

jon jacobs

Breakin’ Out – a lenten meditation
February 11, 2013

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LIFESCAPES – Musings – “Weave”
July 12, 2009

WEAVE

.

I examined it so very closely

Through fine thick ancient loupes

And followed each separate thread

The cottons, wools, and jupes

As they wound their way in concert

Each bound to pre-set paths

I watched them as they rose and fell—

Patterned corrugated laths.

They bore unique colour splendid

Here white, there red and a navy blue

The sunlight bounced right off them

Riders giv’n every beam a hue.

.

Then I fell back a step or two

That I might not be remiss,

Envisioned the total masterpiece

A smile, a tear, a kiss,..

The red was from a woman’s purse

Clutched tightly to her breast—

Loves gift to her on taking leave

As war’s unwelcome guest.

A spot of blue, so navy deep

From the corner of my eye

I saw was torn from old blue jeans,

Clad the saddened son sitting by.

The white that piqued my every sense

Dazzling my mind anew

I saw on every villager

Crowding round the bier to view.

He was a part of each of them,

Their future, present, past;

He had helped raise every one

Their priest gone home at last.

.

As he lay quiet in coffin closed

Beneath the quilted flag

That they had made from what they had

Be it purse, or jeans, or rag,

The colors brilliant in the sun

Glistened boldly, wet with tears

Which prismed like a million stars

Branding memories for lifelong years.

.

.

jon Jacobs  c 2009

LIFESCAPES – Musings – “That Old Coat”
July 12, 2009

THAT OLD COAT

I’ve seen it worn so many times

A hand-me-down from old friends

Where have they gone?

So fashionable the pattern

When it was brand spankin’ new

A flare, the cut, herring weave, too

The hint of sexy and dashing dare

.

That old coat.

Less fashionable now

But functional, and “proper”

Befits the airs of the civic-minded

Career-focused, briefcase-swinging

Yes, practical, economical it is

.

That old coat…

Comfortable, a little threadbare

But oh, so warm

Huddled on a bench

Beside longtime friends

Discussing politics

And the kids these days

Watching as the leaves fall

Our stone bench an island

.

Those were the days

Money, sex, and power

The coat’s kept me well,

Dressed for all occasions

Now it just touches other old coats

Shoulder to shoulder

And winks at winter coming

Once again.

.

.

Jon Jacobs c 2009

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July 12, 2009

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