My Poetry

FAREWELL SWEET PRINCESS OF WALES

Love Is

Whatever Happened

Dancing

Is The Dream Dead

Queen Rosa Parks

FAMOUS POETS CONVENTION IN RENO, NEVADA.

While at the Famous Poet’s convention in Reno, NA. during the Labor Day Week I met the Queen of England’s poetess, and her name is Dulcie, Levene, she actually writes poetry for Queen Elizabeth, the reigning queen of the country of England. I had written a poem 10 years ago about princess Diana’s  terrible death whom I admired immensely and my dream was to get that poem to Prince William and  Harry!  Ms. Dulcie Levene made it happen for me in the Shakespeare workshop where we met. She gave me your Highness Princess William direct mailing address and by now the book’s with his mother’s  poem entitled  “ FAREWELL SWEET PRINCESS OF WALES “ is in both of her son’s hands. It was the most humbling experiences of my life and one of  the greatest. So now I share this poem with You. (See my Photo Gallery)

                                      FAREWELL SWEET PRINCESS OF WALES

                                             God sent His angel to your country,

                                             Yes, oh England enriching the soil.

                                             Her views sky high with brotherhood,

                                             so laborious would be the toil.

                                             Her hair kissed golden by the sun,

                                             those eyes like a lake royal blue,

                                             her heart big as an ocean wide,

                                             I introduce Princess Di to you!

                                             She touched the sick who had aids.

                                             Sacrifice twas the order of most days.

                                             Humbled intellect her beauty soared,

                                             her death pierced hearts with a sword.

                                             Mission accomplished you can’t erase,

                                             her impact on the world that smiling face!

                                             My lady embellished America’s soil,

                                             so regal a Princes worthy of the toil.

                                             Covenant Prince William and Harry,

                                             your mother’s free spirit lives forever.

                                             Her Christian deeds and Christ like life,

                                             we should all strive hard for this endeavor!

                                             That Sari adorns Kensington’s Palace,

                                             and her love hovers in the air.

                                             Flags all over the world half-staff,

                                             hatred and prejudice not allowed there!

                                             Greed and lucre has rushed you to your grave,

                                             your life to some was just a story.

                                             The guilty will pay and here is your crown,

                                             for Jesus accepts your story in glory!

                                                  

                                             By Michael C. Jones                September 3, 1997

 

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AN ANTIQUE CHAIR

 

                                    Beautiful pattern

                                     tapestry and tassel,

                                    mingled with oak and pine.

                                    A chair designed for royalty,

                                    handed down from our

                                    grand parents, six generation

                                    or more have past 

                                    Sealed in the attic the throne

                                    room of pleasantries nostalgia.

                                    The memories laced with wine

                                    and stories by the hearth.

                                    Grandpa’s fiddle and crispy

                                    voice making mirth and melody.

                                    Mother’s smile warm hearts,

                                    apple cider oatmeal cookies.

                                    A purple overcast sky,

                                    a bright orange harvest moon.

                                    I sat in my antique chair

                                    this treasure chest of

                                    stories yearn to be told !

 

                                   By Michael C. Jones

                                   August 20, 2006

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HART PLAZA'

Just about nearly dust below,

as people gather to watch the show.

Hart Plaza surely jammed with style,

as people congregate laugh and smile!

 

 Vendors of each and every sort,

seemingly you're on a scenic resort,

succulent foods from many lands,

lots of cultures form foreign sand!

 

Spanish dancers prance with grace,

arrayed in costumes oh what a place.

Raptures of joy on their face,

merriment and glee just fills all space.

 

Ladies dancing with flare beyond compare,

skin soft as doves eyes full of love,

guitar player singing soprano,

a mellowed voice carrying to and fro.

 

Many cultures and kinds of people,

Mariners Church an attached steeple.

City County building the Ponchatrain,

sky yet blinking void of rain.

 

I am so happy we all can be here,

peace and bliss fills the atmosphere.

See the beauty of this flowered ground,

grass the birds chanting their melodic sound.

 

Colors people wear steal the show,

beautiful and bright like a rainbow!

You want to much  well there's a bunch,

shiskabobs, hotdogs, and pizza for lunch.

 

Bean pie, spaghetti, still a winner,

stew or shrimp fried rice for dinner,

franks and kraut there is cabbage about,

soft drinks and beer never run out! 

 

Hamburgers, salads, by the score,

lamb, steaks, ribs, I don't want anymore. 

Black, yellow, red, and white that night,

people of color arrayed in might!

 

Musician, singers, and dancers all here,

to make your happiness reappear.

Carnies games to make kids shout,

unity is what I'm talking about!

                                                               LOVE IS

 

                                                    Like the hope diamond,

                                                    sparkling precious and rare,

                                                    beyond the furthest galaxies

                                                    not found everywhere.

                                                    Beyond hopes expectation

                                                    to feel embrace yet dare,

                                                    to love beyond boundaries

                                                    where societies have placed.

                                                    fill a heart with happiness,

                                                    and not be common place.

                                                    When flesh come upon flesh,

                                                    and two souls become one,

                                                    basking in the aura of love,

                                                    and empowered by the sun! 

                     

                                                    By Michael C. Jones

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WHAT EVER HAPPENED

                                               What ever happened to

                                               government by the people,

                                               government for the people,

                                               and government of the people

                                               so help us God!

                                               Now it’s government by the government,

                                               for the government  

                                               of the government so help us all!

                                               We didn’t want a war,

                                               but now we are in one.

                                               We went looking for Asama Bin Laden,

                                               but settled for Saddam Hussein.

                                               We try to police the world

                                               and our borders are breached.

                                               Health care, insurance beyond the

                                               average person’s reached, pharmaceutical

                                               companies should be impeached,

                                               as drugs run ramped on city streets.

                                               Crude oil and gas prices out of control,

                                               it takes two or three jobs per family to

                                               survive pay bills each household!

                                               The cost of living isn’t living,

                                               and the rich still feed off the poor,

                                               sucking our blood like a leech.

                                               What ever happened to freedom from want

                                               and freedom from oppression?

                                               And freedom from fear and freedom

                                               of religion?

                                               Whatever happened to America?

 

                                               By Michael C. Jones 

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  HOPE  

                                                

                             Who will hear my heart when it sings to the four winds of

                             the universe and listen to the lament that cuts deep in my soul?

 

                             The East wind blows a breeze of oppression and injustice

                             over the middle East where all life began, as a black widow

                             spider weaves a web between war a religion.

 

                             The South horrific wind blows confusion, discord, and war

                             across the marshlands, grasslands, and the majestic mountains

                             of Africa. The different clans fighting one another

                             for leadership.

 

                             A gazelle leaps in wondrous grace. The lion crowned king

                             of beast his stately mane magnifies his stature and realm.

                             The black tribal people kissed by the sun toil aimlessly,

                             and whose wealth is owned by foreigners!

 

                             The West wind weeps for peace in Asia, and

                             the slant shape of the peoples almond eyes and 

                             the tincture of yellow in the skin is intoxicating!

 

                             The inclimate weather of the four winds chills white snow

                             capped peaks atop Mt. Everest in America, where democracy

                             is preached and manifested to the world!

   

                             We toast to you oh Europe, boasting of Rome’s past glory

                             and the beauty of Greece, Britain’s former victories and stiff

                             neck, Italy’s opera and intrigue.

 

                             Alas, the Tabernacles, Temples, Mosque, Grand Cathedrals,

                             Shrines, and Churches must open their doors to the worlds

                             people and be healed by the light!

 

                            By Michael C. Jones   

  

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DANCING 

                                             The wind singing to my feet,

                                             moving swiftly gracefully as the deer,

                                             rushing to and fro with the tide,

                                             bending like a Weeping Willow tree.

                                             Jumping high with the gazelle

                                             to soar with the eagles,

                                             landing gentle like a dove.

                                             Moving east, west, north, and south,

                                             feet gyrating like pistons on a train.

                                             To the beauty of Swan Lake,

                                             the joy of the Nutcracker,

                                             and the allure of Beethoven’s Fifth!

                                             I spend and twirl like a ballerina.

                                             But the drums take me home,

                                             to a distant place another time,

                                             an ocean a continent away,

                                             dancing to the beat of the bongos!

 

                                             By Michael C. Jones 

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IS THE DREAM DEAD

 

Storm clouds roared in the sixties,

hate’s river raged on every shore.

A man had a dream sent by God,

He stood up and shouted no more!

Gone are the days of the melting pot.

When the South orchestrated the Klan,

for the dream that Rev. King had,

freedom for the spirit in man!

A dream brought us to America,

yes, out of bondage to serve God free.

Jehovah the God of salvation,

His Son Jesus died to make this be!

It never was about color,

weather you are black or white.

It is about brother togetherness,

and climbing the highest heights!  

To the Jew we owe many thanks,

we ‘re  still not listening today!

Do you fight for the poor help the needy,

through peace search for a better way?

We’re turning this world upside down,

smiles are being change into frowns,

poor forsaken country dieing,

babies born of lust mothers crying.

Ground polluted food we eat,

kids on the wild can not compete.

I know this is hard to understand,

we’re prisoners in our own homeland!

Wars ragging all over the world,

is there beauty in the darken white pearl?

All races must live together,

the spirit of love lives forever!

Will rage and greed in us soar,

the nuke button push the final war?

Heaven views earth a flaming boil,

unfit to breathe on human soil.

Mr. King had a vivid dream,

John Kennedy and Robert did to,

living in peace and harmony,

and life true meaning pursue.

Is the dream dead search your head,

look in the mirror cry and know,

unless your plans are working with God,

our world is about to blow! 

 

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QUEEN ROSA PARKS

 

The angels brought a command to earth,

announcing to man a princess birth.

Forever will her story be told,

meet Mrs. Parks so blessed the Crimson Rose!

In nineteen thirteen when Mrs. Park’s was born,

in racism hatred a world marred with scorn.

She was a special baby a halo on her head,

woke America up and the world from the dead!

So humbled caring a heart truly warm,

but deep in her soul their raged a burning storm.

For coloreds, negroes, and blacks to be free,

from oppression, racism, degradation, and poverty.

She married Raymond Parks for civil rights he stood strong,

they blended like brewed black coffee to each other belong.

A seamstress in a hate Klan filled South, the fuss,

She paid her fare like white folks to ride on the buss.

A white man wanted her seat and she said No!

Her refusal put her in jail and that started the show!

Enough, shouted Pastors and brother Martin Luther King,

a bloody bus boycott Montgomery, Alabama the scene.

Brothers and sisters hosed, beaten, jailed, and killed.

Their cries were heard on Mt. Zion God’s holy hill!

In 1955 racism alive and really thrived,

poisoned the South’s KKK in America land of the free!

In New York harbor shines the Statue of Liberty,

America was built on principles all people are free,

so how could you deny another liberty?

They called her a Criminal though a Queen she be,

the mother of Civil Rights and Justice you see!

You touched presidents and thrones around the world,

in your eyes we see hope and  a heart pure as a pearl!

O’ God teach us to say good bye to the Crimson Rose,

her bluish tinge red petals a heart 24 karat gold!

The kids her legacy their story yet unfolds.

Here is one thing I do know that since she came,

the world’s a better place and will never be the same!