A Gentle Rain of Poetry
Ms. Williamson is a published author and educator with a Bachelor of Business, Master of Public Administration, and Master of Science!
Introduction
A whimsical collection of my poems from the sad to the silly.
On days when there's no rhyme or reason
I look upon a Poetry Season …
Living In the City
Living in the city, has its ups and downs
Moving on the transit, in and out of town
Living in the city, running here and there
Wishing for a lifestyle, free from every care
Living in the city, not much time for play
Always busy working, what a hectic day
Living in the city, planning for the night
Looking for an outfit, making things just right
Living in the city, dinner is at eight
Waiting for that someone, what again he’s late
Living in the city, love and then goodbye
Meeting someone different, holding back a sigh
Living in the city, nowhere else to go
Watching that old time clock, man it moves so slow
Living in the city, never want to part
Knowing that the city, has stolen my poor heart.
Caffeine's A Bad Boy ...
Caffeine’s a bad boy
He can make you or break
A cup in the morning
Around seven or eight
By noon you are ready
For a second round
If you don’t get that fix
You know you will clown
Before hitting the traffic
At the end of the day
Better have another dose
To help you find your way
At night eyes are open
Can’t get any sleep
You crawl to the kitchen
For the pot you’ve just steeped
The dawn of a new day
Doesn’t find you with joy
When you come down to it
Caffeine’s a bad boy
What Is A Horizon?
What is a horizon...?
It’s a point as far as you can see...
It begins with you and me...
And that's the way it can be,
Together!
What is a horizon...?
It’s the distance from here to there...
It’s your sweet sound everywhere...
And your gentle touch in my hair,
We're Together!
What is a horizon...?
As far as the eye can tell....
You know me so very well...
And, I am cast under your hypnotic spell....
Always Together!
Feather In My Soup ...
Sitting on the Deck
Feeling just like heck
Bird just swooped by and dropped a feather in my soup
Looking to the sky
Critter sure ain’t shy
What’s with dropping by and putting a feather in my soup
Wondering what to do
Really feeling blue
Until that bird came by and dropped a feather in my soup
Now I’m feeling glad
Putting away the sad
Pulverized the bird that dropped a feather in my soup!
Ode To A Migraine ...
(It’s coming to a loved one nearest you!)
Like a predator stalking its helpless prey,
It will pounce on your loved one night or day.
With deadly accuracy it will bring her down,
In country village, or bustling town …
The Migraine!
The flashing of lights, the piercing sound,
Full force terror will come around.
No woman is safe from its mighty grip,
It’s throbbing pain from hair to lip…
The Migraine
Men, mostly your women fall under its spell,
By the look in her eyes you can always tell.
That its wicked influence has altered her light,
There will be no joy on that fateful night …
The Migraine
Within a few days it’s ready to quit,
In search of new victims it’s eager to hit.
Regardless of age, regardless of standing,
It’ll take them all, it’s so demanding
The Migraine
The Wish …
I wish you joy, she said
I wish you cheer
I wish to have you
Ever so near!
I wish you spring, she said
I wish you good health
I wish you many things
Not obtained with wealth
I wish you magic, she said
To fill your head
And, I wish to see you, again
Sharing my bed!
I wish you music, she said
To fill your heart
And, when your love has grown
We’ll never part!
He Said ...
He said...
I will always love you
No one else above you
Be mine forever
Leave me never
He said...
A ring I give
Together we will live
You are always in my heart
Never will we part
And, then he said...
Good-bye, I lie, don’t cry!
He Never Meant To Stay …
The years have silently fled
Though it seems like yesterday
And still I thought we’d wed
But he never meant to stay
We laughed and cried together
In December as well as in May
Regardless of the weather
I found he never meant to stay
Unsuccessfully I hid the stain
Of Love as it slipped away
Forever left the awful pain
That he never meant to stay
The Tomb Of The Unknown Lover ...
Here lies broken dreams and thoughts of days gone by
Here lies memories where often times I cry
Here lies countless moments never to return
Here lies thoughtless acts that caused my heart to burn
But I will turn away; try never to return
For somewhere He waits for me; his tender heart I yearn
His kisses wipe away my tears and brings a brighter day
His gentle words a healing balm from sorrow and dismay
Don't Put Me Out to Pasture
Don’t put me out to pasture
Because my hair is gray
Don’t put me out to pasture
I still have much to say
My steps are not as quick
As earlier in the past
Don’t put me out to pasture
Respect me till the last …
© 2017 Jacqueline Williamson BBA MPA MS
