Private Moments #80 “Depression [passing the open windows]”

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #80 “Depression
[Passing the Open Windows]“

Poem Written by Jennifer Kiley

Post 22nd September 2014
Poem for Chapter #80 
“Lost In Time”
Painting “Out Of Order” by jkm

 

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

out of order by jkmccormack (c) jkm 2014

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“Depression passing [the open windows] ”
By Madison Taylor
17th March 2009

Depression

I have forgotten the feeling
It has been silent so long
For me time’s length
Is unmeasurable
It could be a moment
One hour
One minute
A second later
I just have not been feeling it

Sadness
And
Grief
Have passed my doorway
And returned

Too many times
Depression
Sticks around
Waiting

A slip will come
Darkness will fall
Demons
Real and false
images
Presenting
The worse
Routing
Through the mind

Favorite is to add confusion
Blocking out the heart
The emotions of the blind
The senses of the mind
They leave you to debate

Is it now?
Do I do it now?

(c) tsk/jkm – two zero one four

© jkm

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Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini - Composer Rachmaninoff – Pianist Maksim Mrvica

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“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— jkm the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

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(c) jennifer kiley 2014

Posted on Expats Post 18th August 2014

Private Moments #76 – Has a New Life Been Granted Me?

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #76: “Has a New Life Been Granted Me?”
Poem Written by Jennifer Kiley
Post 25th August 2014
Poem for Private Writings: Chapter #76
“Do You Know A Secret?”/span>
PAINTING “Paint 4″
by Shawn MacKenzie

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

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Paint 4 –  by Artist Shawn MacKenzie To Discover more about artist, author & editor – Click name in Intro under Titles

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Has a New Life Been Granted Me?
By Madison Taylor
17th February 2009

Has a new life been born?
Awakening an energy
I forgot
The feelings for

Breathing in air clean
No feelings of expelling pain
Or the ability
To be attracted
To the sustenance
That maintains
Or excels life

I felt death tap my shoulder
Alerting me to its impatience
It was a battle
I felt loss circling my life
Pulling it away from me

Not suicidal
More the feeling of demise
Was on its own
Nothing in me
Was trying to participate

My struggle was to beat it out
Before it could claim
My weakening flesh

Somehow my angels
Pulled together their power
And rescued me
They did
Temporarily
But hopeful

Is the promise within
I will make it beyond
Tomorrow
And the next day
Will care for itself
Building up my defenses
Against
That which wants me
So insistently

Always playing at
Forcing my final
Surrender

I am a survivor
And I don’t
And won’t give in
Or up
Easily

© madison taylor 2009

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Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini - Composer Rachmaninoff – Pianist Maksim Mrvica

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— Jkm the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

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Private Moment #75 “The Awakening”

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #75: “The Awakening”
Poem Written by Jennifer Kiley
Post 18th August 2014
Poem for Private Writings: Chapter #75
“If I Fell In Love With You Would You Leave Me Too?”
Painting “Coming Back To Life” 
by Jk McCormack

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

coming back to life by jk mccormack (c) jkm 2014

Coming Back To Life  Jk McCormack (c) jkm 2008

hands reaching out into rain

“The Awakening” Haiku
By Madison Taylor
10th February 2009

Angels clearing clouds
Blue bleeds out in naked sky
Lights glowing in white

Dancing rainbow hues
Dream in golden consciousness
Depths of awareness

Float up greet freedom
Liberate the flow smoothly
Enter in to life

© madison taylor 2008

candle flame flickering gif

Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini - Composer Rachmaninoff – Pianist Maksim Mrvica

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— Jkm the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

red-heart-for mj ghost 1

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Private Moments #74 “Abandonment”

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #74 “Abandonment”
Poem Written by Jennifer Kiley
Post 11th August 2014

Poem for Private Writings: Chapter #74
“The Return to Awareness”
Painting
“Far Away” by Jk McCormack
 

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

far away by jkmccormack (c) jkm 2014 neg

Far Away   jkmccormack (c) jkm 2008

hands reaching out into rain

“Abandonment” Haiku
By Madison Taylor
3rd February 2009

abandonment wounds
cutting out contact no words
stabs deep in the heart

ripping tissues red
corrupting sight blinding words
what was never was

fantasies crumble
beliefs shatter in pieces
ending accomplished

© madison taylor 2008

candle flame flickering gif

Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini - Composer Rachmaninoff – Pianist Maksim Mrvica

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— Jkm the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

red-heart-for mj ghost 1

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Private Moments #72 “Are There Rules?”

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #72: “Are There Rules?”
Poem Written by Jennifer Kiley
Post 28th July 2014

Poem for Private Writings: Chapter #72 “Waiting on Death”
Tears and Raindrops by Jk McCormack
 

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

tears and raindrops by jkmccormack (c) jkm 2014

“Tears and Raindrops”   jkmccormack (c) jkm 2008

hands reaching out into rain

Are There Rules?”
By Madison Taylor
20th January 2009

Are there rules for life?
Are there rules for love?

Are there rules for death?
Are there rules from above?

Are there rules for Heaven?
Are there rules for Hell?

Do we create the rules
That govern if we do well?

Rules in effect tell us
What the perfect path will be

Are they restricting
Who we might become?

What about creativity
Will Serendipity be gone?

Is the new world order
Removing one by one

The Freedoms in our life
At the end of a gun?

Directing revolutions
Their exploitations seem to thrive

Some of us will be lucky
To get out of life alive…

© madison taylor 2008

candle flame flickering gif

Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini - Composer Rachmaninoff – Pianist Maksim Mrvica

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— Jkm the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

red-heart-for mj ghost 1

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Private Moments #68 – “Me Loving You”

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #68
Poem “Me Loving You”
by Jennifer Kiley
Poem for Private Writings: Chapter #68
“Loving You Loving Me”
Painting “Somewhere Inside a Rainbow”
by Jk McCormack
Post Monday 30th June 2014

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

hearts-touching by jk mccormack (c) jkm 2014

Somewhere Inside a Rainbow – Jk McCormack (c) jkm 2008

hands reaching out into rain

“Me Loving You”
By Madison Taylor
23rd December 2008

Me
Loving you?
How does the love
Get through?

We are separate
In ideas & feelings
Understanding life
What gives us meaning

We are different
Not enough noticing
Just how much
Holds between us

It pulls us together
The truth in our words
Now silence
Falls beneath us

My hand reaches out
Touches drift away

My Love has chosen
It’s offered freely
Waiting for acceptance
Instead you walk away

Not knowing
Who stands before you
Could it be your Soul Mate
Secret Dreams called to life

I am
Finished wanting
I’m ending it
Inside a Proposition

Will you
Let me love you?

Maybe you
will love me?

Someday
Sometime
Somewhere
Too

© madison taylor 2008

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“Making Love Out of Nothing At All” - Air Supply

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“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— jkm the secret keeper
aka J Kiley McCormack
aka Jennifer Kiley

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“On the Pulse of the Morning”

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“On the Pulse of the Morning”

Poem Written by Maya Angelou

Post Created by Jennifer Kiley

Post Saturday 31st May 2014


Maya Angelou -“On the Pulse of the Morning”

“On the Pulse of the Morning”
Written by Maya Angelou
Spoken at President Clinton’s
First Inauguration 1993

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.

I will give you no more hiding place down here.

You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.

Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.

The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.

Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.

Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.

Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.

Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,

Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.

Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.

The River sings and sings on.

There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.

So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.

Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.

Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.

Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveler, has been paid for.

You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers- desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.

You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot…
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.

Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours- your Passages have been paid.

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.

Give birth again
To the dream.

Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.

Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.

Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.

The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.

No less to Midas than the mendicant.

No less to you now than the mastodon then.

Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes, into
Your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.

- Maya Angelou -

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MAYA ANGELOU
1928 – 2014
R.I.P.

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