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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!



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,


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

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