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Sunday, September 30, 2007
Darkness
by Cynthia E. Jones
In the darkness I lay my sword down, my only defense, light.
In the distance a light shines, in the
darkness I run with anticipation, and
cold wrapping itself around my mind.
I rage forward and feel not of the
blackness in my soul, I rage forward
on my quest to be comforted and warmed.
This horrible example, thrashing and lunging,
my soul ripped from my body and no one to
claim; stands before me whispering my name.
Claim yours, that thing that belongs to you,
don't let these whims you call memory
haunt you in fear and break you.
The night sweeps along, my spirit will dance,
I will wait and gently close my eyes until
I have strength to call it back again.
Until then; I will live in the darkness.
Copyrighted 2000 Cynthia E. Jones
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Saturday, September 15, 2007and my song, it sings
my voice it carries me
and my words, whispered
It is quiet for a moment
then a sound begins to peek
I hear your echos...
and my words, speak
I call to you, listen
a tear traces over
dripping on the edge
a glimpse of truth
Spark the verse in me
and set my spirit free
a pen to parchment
a feathered quill
dipped in ink
before it's spill
and drippig on the edge
a glimpse of truth
Copyright 2007
Cynthia Jones
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Sunday, June 10, 2007 My writings at Waking Dreams, Poetry Galore -before February 12, 2006 and USA Patriotism.Poems
01. Broken
02. Spent
03. A Christmas Prayer
04. How Do I Love You
05. Simply Friendship
06. Red, White and Blue
07. Military Woman
08. A Father's Love
09. Leading Light
10. Life Storms
11. My River
12. Solier's Dance
13. Rich and Poor (Writing Challenge)
14. My Halloween Night (Holiday Writing Fest)
15. When Autumn Fades (Writing Challenge)
16. And I Weep
17. For Tomorrow (Writing Challenge)
18. Spring Brilliance (Writing Challenge
19. This Spring Flower (Writing Challenge)
20. O' Holy, Holy
21. Nothing To Fear (Writing Challenge)
22. Our Moon
23. Memorial
Short Stories
01. This Year's Thanksgiving (Holiday Writing Fest)
02. Joy To The World (Holiday Writing Fest)
03. Tomorrow's Promise - to be continued (Writing Fest)
04. Spring Wishes (Writing Fest)
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Monday, May 28, 2007 My heart is filled with memory
and especially so on today
A day of dedication...
A day of rememberance...
It is just one single day
and surely not enough pay
but something sent to them...
a thought, a prayer, and then
perhaps a tear it does flow
for all the life we have known
and it is a thanks to them
a thought, a prayer, and maybe then...
peace. Some peace might come their way
tomorrow, tonight and on this day
All heads are bowed in solemn still
uniting together with free will
It is always treasured in every way,
but especially so on this day
And a day dedicated to them...
with a thought, a prayer, and then...
Copyright 2007
Cynthia Jones
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Friday, March 09, 2007 Untoldby Cynthia Jones
When ink is not enough to ease our worried mind
our soul bleeds until the paper is red.
So colored with the anger drenched inside
with feelings of freaking dread.
Disillusioned and conned for all that it's worth,
and not received a dime.
It is fine, the words are there for proof,
and confirm the malice in time.
The words are blurred, emotion is brave,
and all is uncovered for view.
It is the reason that does give way, to
expose the forbidden truth.
Copyright 2006
Cynthia Jones
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Thursday, February 08, 2007 And I Weepby Cynthia Jones
Traces of yesterday still on my mind
while my heart sets to melody
Strings within, they do chime
as I watch your spirit set free
The void, dark and black
a hole is left there of
My days will be different now
accompanied by the mourning dove
A black ribbon, waves to the wind
in beak and in memory
Sadness inflames me
and this pain, burns to my core
Copyright 02.08.07 Cynthia E. Jones
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Friday, December 15, 2006 P E R V E R S E .scarce, infrequent
abundant within
drifting, yearning
not giving in
ashamed, merciful
no apologies made
laughter, loving
taken in trade
paradox, puzzle
my soul is perverse
truth, confusion
soul lost, soul cursed
Copyright 2006
Cynthia Jones
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Saturday, November 11, 2006 When Autumn Fadesby Cynthia E. Jones
The leaves are falling...
on this gloomy day
dark, dreary and hollow.
The trees are bare, smooth and grey
looking thru to the open sky.
Sprinkles in the wind
to tell Autumn has been...
and Winter is soon to follow.
Copyright 2006
All Rights Reserved.
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Friday, September 15, 2006on bended knees, afraid
with little courage mending
plow my fields of sorrow
It is strange the relics
sought after, some destroy
their magic, their spell
our souls forever entwined
Battle a life-time
working to break the ice
a frozen ego manifested
of false teachings, of lies
Copyright 2006
Cynthia Jones
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Friday, May 26, 2006 Use all 10 of the below words in a 8 line poem:harmony
infant
gravity
messenger
brilliant
soldier
darkness
companion
pompous
enemy
A Soldier's Vision
Copyright 2006 Cynthia Jones
Harmony, no Companion of mine
as the Enemy approaches.
Darkness invades me, a Messenger
with it's Pompous recognition
Nothing more Brilliant than
the Gravity of what is not here,
my Infant boy... and here? A Soldier
with visions I can not see.
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Friday, May 05, 2006 May Challenge 2006 - DiamonteWith 7 lines and 16 words, your Diamonte will be shaped like a diamond when finished.
You begin with a topic, one word and the opposite of that will be one word for your last line. A formula is below.
Line 1 - Your topic, one word.
Line 2 - 2 words describing your topic.
Line 3 - 3 action words describing your topic, end them with ing.
Line 4 - Here is where the poem changes, bringing your topic and opposite together. You will have 4 words on line 4. Add 2 words that describe your topic, and a dash, add 2 more words that will describe the oppposite of your topic.
Line 5 - 3 action words describing the opposite of your topic, end them with ing.
Line 6 - 2 final words describing the opposite of your topic.
Line 7 - The opposite of your topic, one word.
Rich
Wealthy Affluent
Spoiling Believing Fearing
Broker Chairman - Preacher Beggar
Starving Believing Frightening
Labored Homeless
Poor
Copyright 2006 Cynthia Jones
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May 2006 - Poetry Submission
The theme is Open this month.
Write a poem about anything you wish,
however, it must be 24 lines or less.
The Angels sang for you
Copyright 2006 Cynthia Jones
You remind me of all that is good,
And it is something, simply understood,
that the angels sang for you
Everyday as I have watched you grow,
there is this wonderful young lady before me.
I am listening dear child, and I can hear
the angels singing for you
Lullabies, I want to sing, to bring back memories,
of holding you in my arms, my baby close to me.
Sitting, swaying in our rocking chair,
and I felt the angels everywhere,
as they smile down upon their gift
Baby girl, you're on your way out the door, on your own
I am going to miss you with every fiber of my soul
And my wish for you... all that is good
Please keep close to your loving heart, our family.
Do what is right and pray to God, that he will lead
you on the right path... and that...
The Angels will always sing for you.
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Wednesday, April 05, 2006April 2006 Submission 2
Poetry Challenge - Using the prompt
'the scoffing sun' (24 lines or less)
The Scoffing Sun
Copyright 2006 Cynthia Jones
Complete madness, all of my days
with no clouds to carry me.
I have only this...
a fable of truth...
the scoffing sun
There is no way to escape
its laughter and mockery.
How can I get away from
mine thine enemy...
the scoffing sun
My midnights bring relief
but even then I can not sleep
as the days are still fresh and
memories clearly of...
the scoffing sun
There, when morning do I rise
and hope for something new
but never is, and all I know
is more of this,
the scoffing sun
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April 2006 Submission 1Challenge - Write a poem - 12 lines or less, or short paragraph 200 words or less, evoked from this picture: (photo of a woman driving a car on the wrong side of the road facing a semi truck. All the photo shows is the back of her head and the scene from her view in the windshield.)
Always With You
Copyright 2006 Cynthia Jones
It is not new that I am behind you, where you sometimes forget me. Even so, I will watch for you as you drive forward, as you drive your road of -LIFE- with distress and misery, faceless and coward, unable to turn your wheel of direction that may lead elsewhere to safety, less worry, less shame... I will always be here with you waiting for you to acknowledge me and even if you -WILL NOT- my will wins over. You live. A whisper of breath across your ear, and a sigh saying- 'your guardian is here'.
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Sunday, March 05, 2006March 2006 Submission 2 - Challenge
12 lines or less using all of the following words:
kite, wind, rain, coffeepot, purple, mellow,
dance, cookie,
First Kiss
Copyright 2006 Cynthia Jones
The rain falls in the wind
Friday night promise to show
Hair-do or not, to the dance I go
Cookie crumbs on my purple dress
Hearts are light as a kite
Chaperones stand by the coffeepot
...two mellow kids getting caught
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March 2006 Submission 1 - Poetry
24 lines or less starting line
'bring me the sunset in a cup'
Numb Love
Copyright 2006 Cynthia Jones
bring me the sunset in a cup
don't be selfish, fill it up
that sunset will have to do
and get me on and over you
you say you must leave and I know
but do me this one before you go
bring me the sunset in a cup
and let me drink it deep...
may it make me full drunk
so I don't feel you leave
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Sunday, February 05, 2006Febuary 2006 Poetry Challenge
To write a poem 24 lines or less using the line
"where we still laugh and wish".
Untitled
Copyright 2006 Cynthia Jones
Can I have just one more life?
One more chance to get it right
And please make mine a place
Where I can laugh and I can wish
for my soul has become weary
and tired of days of pain and
longing for a speck of truth
a rae of light or shining beam.
My heart like yours, beats in time
as our souls dance with release.
Our melody, this place of mine
Where we still laugh and wish.
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005 It was just yesterdaythe now half empty
was completely full
with cookies and candy.
The living room
too is changed,
everything rearranged
and absent the tree
with gifts.
Not one shred
of evidence
that Christmas is
only one single day past.
It seems that time
has won something.
It may be that
I am racing,
not clear on what
the end will be
or what I am trying
to prevent.
A waltz perhaps,
dancing us two,
taking arms to reach
and legs to sweep
everything away.
Time can move
with such ease
and moves us
steadily along
or held tight
within its grip,
but we are moved
rather wanted or not.
It has the lead
and sure to win,
time.
Copyrighted December 26, 2005 Cynthia E. Jones
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Wednesday, December 21, 2005 Candy Canes are the final touch on the tree I seewith gifts covered in paper, ribbon and bow.
Every year is clearly marked with love and memories.
This one no different, and as cherished I know.
To the family I won't see, I am there and you're here with me.
A thought away, a whisper to the wind and we're together again.
I'm excited as always, maybe because I'm a kid at heart.
The first snow, Santa Claus, Cookies, Candy, Greeting Cards!
The radio plays uplifting and heart warming holiday tunes
setting the scene for memory and putting me in a spiritual mood.
It is the birth of a baby boy born to be a King.
A silent night, away in a manger, the greatest gift of all.
I can't help but cry and swear to do more in the coming new year.
I will try for those that are homeless, poor and living in fear.
For war torn Countries, the Children unwell, for those deprived
and any unable to help themselves...I will try for you.
Many reasons to shed tears, as the candle sparks its flame.
Reaching out my hands in prayer, on my knees asking in his name
to fill every heart with love and peace, a little comfort and joy...
so all may carry on good will toward man that he did employ.
It can be a difficult task to lift the chin up high
especially when in need and praying for relief come nigh.
Take a hand, and give one back, that eases some of the distressed.
Listen with a caring ear, and realize just how much you are blessed.
Christmas time, holy time, a time of light warming the heart.
A spiritual time, gifts of love received and returned to show
that the light is inside of us each one, brightening the darkest corners
of this world. Our needs are met and we have heart to share.
Take a candle and light the wick, pass it on to light the next
until the world is all a glow lifted in light, and we will know
peace. Peace will have found us each one, for me and for you
when we carry a Christmas prayer for always, all the year through.
Copyrighted Dec. 13, 2005 Cynthia E. Jones
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Saturday, October 01, 2005 ...she was haggard taking a seat on the empty bench. There wouldn't be a bus by here again tonight. Swaying back and forth to the music that played in her mind. It mattered not if anyone approached or was near by watching, all that mattered to her was gone. There was nothing but the silence and a shell once called a body. Her gaunt, wrinkled fingers moved in the air, her boney wrists delicately floating, moving along the invisible keys. The old worn coat did its job in breaking the wind tonight but off with it and quickly removing the ribbon that held her long grey hair in place. Not another soul would hear what was making her stand, causing her to move, and twirl in her drawn, dingy yellow chiffon, with her messy hair tangling around her neck. She heard the sorrow that homed itself within. On she danced with tired, scuffed shoes and torn nylons rolled to her ankles. There was not a smile, there was not charm, she simply moved to be moving, she moved to forget until her mind was as blank as the picture being created with the non existing canvas, never really appearing, the visions, the notes simply flurried away.Copyrighted 2005 Cynthia E. Jones
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