Amanfoo, friends, welcome to Right Jab, a poetry and prose column by
Jerrymiah. Read the following prologue to Right Jab and then click on the link below to read more articles by this
distinctive poet.
RIGHT JAB
Lack of knowledge leaves people to perish
Yet shall we live who seek wisdom to cherish.
The book which makes a man, likewise made the crook
Knowledge gained, guides the chosen path each took.
Right jab seeks to right the wrongs of mankind
Poetry, prose, true guides one is bound to find.
These words, a time tested faithful shield
Will clothe and amuse all who meekly yield.
Right jab journeys forth on a solemn quest
Solving one problem and then the next.
If ye with clear eyes and your minds attend,
My words will bring your frailtys to an end.
They are born from a great noble desire,
Of a visioned artist, Jerrymiah.
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I wanted to write a love poem
For Beth my love
A poem she would read every valentines day
A poem from my heart be it as it may
To tell her that there is one true happiness
Loving her and being loved
That I see the world in her eyes
And her eyes eveywhere in the world.
I wanted this day of all days
To write of
The glory of her hair
The invitation of her eyes
Her warmth here there everywhere
Lips sweeter than moms advice
The ripples of her touch
The smile i love so much.
I wanted to write a poem of love
One with inspiration from up above
To say that love is a mustard seed God has sown to meet our need
Which i'll water with springs of the heart.
i wanted to wrte for Beth a love poem
A poem she would read and know by heart
But last year on vals day
I lost both arms
So I cannot write
She was with me when the car over turned
Lost both eyes
So she cannot read.
Home is where I lay my head
And find true calm while on my bed
It is where Im free from life's stress
And the worlds burden is truly less
Home is where I know I'm free
Free from lifes arduous decree
It is where my soul finds bliss
The place I so very much miss
Home is where my whole heart is
We have come home at last
Free from the pain and stress
The hours did run so fast
But we are where all toil is less.
Our heads have grerat knowlegde gained
And some have left with minds so stained
We have found great treasures in books
Which will make us good men or vile crooks.
We are home, Im glad we are
The end seemed so very far
But it came and set us free
Free to fall for lifes decree
Some shall pass her endless test
Fate and time will decide for the rest.
Gone are the days we sat outdoors
On the brown earthed dirty floors
Counting stars of the night
Our troubles were light.
Gone are the days mother would yell and scream
So we would each fulfil her heartmost dream
And be ready for all life had in store
Shes no more.
Gone are the days we run down the streets
Swinging in tune to the moving night beats
When after the rains we rushed to thte fields
And all smiled, happy with the bountiful yields.
But time caught us, and raced ahead
And our primal race just about stopped dead.
Memories are all that remain of our pleasant past,
Memories which would a lifetime last.
We parted, dizzied by lifes zigzagged ways,
And gone indeed are the good old days.
P roducing great men since time past,
R anked first always and never last,
E nsuring the steady progress of our nation,
M any owe you for such great devotion.
P ouring forth students of good nature,
E ach imbued with integrity and character,
H eaven seems to be their lowest limit,
C autiously guarding their esteem when they exit.
O f all schools and colleges in the land,
L ong and strong will you forever stand,
L ife is better with you around,
E veryone is glad that you were found.
G reat are your works on every side,
E ver still the nations pride.
He chose to do the choosing
Certain he would be gaining and losing.
Of the twelve, one gave him out
His identity was everyones doubt.
Judas was given some silver and gold,
And he did exactly as told as told.
Thus with a marking, deceitful kiss,
The curses of a thousand were now solely his.
We once danced to the primal drumbeat
Rhythm felt by the soul and feet
Vibes which rippled with calm and ease,
Till the players brought sounds of deceit.
We once moved in tune to sounds well known
Sounds of pride since they were our own
Sounds of harmony and bliss and peace,
Till the players wrecked every sound sown.
The strange faced came with strings of discord
Breaking our drum with their high pitched rod
Discordant shrilled tunes now filled our ears,
Which went on for days and weeks and months and years.
And we being dizzied by their zigzagged ways
Were spelled and parted with our good old days.
Try as we did none could really say no,
To the drum breaking, wretched, soprano.
These writings are reserved by copyright, and should not be taken without the author's
permission. Neither should it be credited to any other person besides Jerrymiah. Use of this literary work at any other
website for any purpose is strictly forbidden.
