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Never look down on anybody unless you are helping him up.

Guess what? I had 2 of my poems published! Too Cool!



Memories of you

I felt the wind on my lips, and I remembered you.
The cool softness, the burning from inside.
The mood so right, the passion so intense.
Then the breeze settled, and I was left
with the same emptiness that you, too, left.
But this time, the tears did fall, and my heart did break.
One last memory,
one last dance,
one last kiss,
Now it IS over.


For The Ones I Loved

Silence and
red roses;
rain is today like evil.
Lost are arts, alone are ashes.
Her ghost, stymied, helplessly rooting;
the bones are the tree's heart.
Live like today is rain.
Stymied ghost,
her ashes are never alone, but
arts are lost, and dreams of death.
Heart, trees, rain --
the bones are the noose by which we're bound,
Roses red, sweet wine, a scented breeze in the garden,
life's lifted skirt beneath a tree,
bones silent and forgotten.


Wishes That Never Came

Don't blame yourself
for the murder I have done.
God knows what I felt
and accordingly I shall be judged.
Those tears you cry are not for me
but are the pity and guilt you laid on yourself.
There was nothing left for me here
no more games to play or life to live.
But you, so full of life, should spend not a moment
wishing you'd given some to me.


Eternal Gift of Love

Touched by morning sun
In the gentle dawn of spring,
I think of you, and smile.
Bright memories wrapped in golden ribbons,
Warm my heart with countless candles,
Reflections of your life, in me.
Dreams of shining castles, and
Reunion's sweet embrace
Carry me through time on angel wings.

But I celebrate the glorious joy of today, and
Treasure its many gracious gifts,
Lessons beautifully engraved on my heart
In your handwriting,
Your eternal gift of love to me.

It's been 18 years since you have received
The greatest of all presents
In the presence of the King.
The same gentle, strong, scarred hand holds yours, and mine.
A mere lifetime could never keep us apart.
Your life forever sparkles
In the sacred brilliance of eternity.

In memory of my daughter, Jessica Ryan Francis,
who passed away February 17, 1983.





DEATH

death is here
waiting in the shadows
dry your tears
its come to comfort you
death is calling
in a soft breezy whisper
gently holds u
in its cold yet inviting arms
calls u to him
death wants u
to take u to a place
of unwanted souls
death will come
to us all
awaiting his arrival
for him to take our souls
u cant do nothing
u cant stop fate
u have to accept it
our untimely destiny
all the babes
he takes away
all the children
he takes from u
do not worry
they r happy
in deaths comforting arms
they r kept



Somehow

Somehow,
the feelings surround me.
It captures my soul,
kind of like the wind.

Somehow,
I feel fulfilled.
Even through the times,
when sorrow is overbearing.

Somehow,
My life plays music,
Like a celloist in the noondays sun,
playing till everyone's content.

Somehow,
I still keep feeling,
even when I feel numb,
from a long, overbearing day.

Somehow,
I still love~
because of the inner strength,
that was given so freely.

Somehow,
I go on,
with all my being.
To be there for others,
when they need me the most...


Life is a challenge - meet it.
Life is a gift - accept it.
Life is an adventure - dare it.
Life is a sorrow - overcome it.
Life is a tragedy - face it.
Life is a duty - perform it.
Life is a game - play it.
Life is a mystery - unfold it.
Life is a song - sing it.
Life is an opportunity - take it.
Life is a journey - complete it.
Life is a promise - fulfill it.
Life is a beauty - praise it.
Life is a struggle - fight it.
Life is a goal - achieve it.
Life is a puzzle - solve it.
Life is eternal - believe it.

You

You are friendly, kind and caring
Sensitive, loyal and understanding
Humorous, fun, secure and true
Always there... yes that's you.

Special, accepting, exciting and wise
Truthful and helpful, with honest blue eyes
Confiding, forgiving, cheerful and bright
Yes that's you... not one bit of spite.

You're one of a kind, different from others
Generous, charming, but not one that smothers
Optimistic, thoughtful, happy and game
But not just another... in the long chain.

Appreciative, warm and precious like gold
Our friendship won't tarnish or ever grow old
You'll always be there, I know that is true
I'll always be here... always for you.

I Just Wanted To Be A Princess

I don't know what to say.
I choke on my words as they linger in my mind
Refusing to come out of my mouth.
It seems that everything I have ever said
Has turned stale with age.
It's all been said before,
All been done before.

Maybe you're right,
Nothing matters.
Those storybook romances don't exist.
They never did, we just wanted it to be real.
There is no reality except this cancer
That spreads through me. . .
This darkness that has filled me so
That I can't tell if the world has tainted me
Or if it was in me and it has just spread out so far
That I can't see past my own world to see the reality
That the world may actually hold for some.

So I guess I'll never be happy
In the real world or my own little delusion.
If the white knight doesn't exist, then I can be no princess. . .
I can't be saved from this dark tower of my own creation
And if I can't be saved, then I cannot love,
For love is light and that no longer lives in me.

All works on this page Copyright by J. Francis

My Poems, My LIfe

A Poem in memory of my friend Cheryl, by her Aunt Bobbie

Gentle Butterfly

Let go the gentle butterfly,
That made you smile,
That made you cry,

The March wind gave it life,
Soft and gentle wings flew against
The unknown space, nave and unafraid
And drops of love fell along the way.

The summer breeze made it flower,
The sun nurtured its wings; transparent
With a brilliance of color that wept down
On those it touched and brightened the sky.

The autumn blended with fallen leaves,
A new joy of the world around was given
To its flight. It flew to the pinnacles of
Happiness, of satisfaction, of delight.

The November cold chilled its wings,
Like an eclipse of the sun, it began
To fade and God reached down and gave
His hand and helped it fly away.

Let go the gentle butterfly,
That made you smile,
That made you cry.

Bobbie

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