Posted by: janetleigh | March 15, 2014

In the moment

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In the moment;
while being one with nature
our soul is quickened.

Posted by: janetleigh | March 15, 2014

Ides of March

Ides of March will loom
in Our Times for world-corrupt,
as a bad omen

for unchecked power,
rules can change: see Human Spring.
Action speaks louder

than words ever did.
Caution: Do not mock freedom-
fighters will prevail;

rogue orders obeyed,
thine ovis Idulius,
invite casualties.

Posted by: janetleigh | February 2, 2014

Eva Cassidy birthday remembrance

EVA

I heard an angel sing,
my silver chord affirms
this; a voice so sweet
so pure, no crystal known
could ring as clear,
nor take the soul so far
from earth, or all the pain upon it.

This voice sang through,
this voice rang true,
country jazz or bluesy blues
she sang them all,
she paid her dues,
made strong men cry too.

I heard this angel sing,
my silver chord affirms
this; so-tall Georgia trees
abloom sunlit breeze
her bridge too far
for silver birds to fly,
her troubled waters all gone by.

I think willows weep now

sway mournfully, whisper
eva eva eva, we grow so high
to shade you so,
if only through the thicket
you would go once more.

I heard this angel sing,
my silver chord affirms
this; eva knew misery
and merriness run through
man, yet had no bridge
across troubled waters – and
her courage – all women giving birth.

We’ll remember you as you sang us
through fields of barley

too.

These falling leaves drift past
my window, I hear you
in every color red green

and gold.

I swear, eva, if I had
a wonderful world to give you,
I could never weave one as fine
as you have done,
it takes a journeyman to portray
life’s rainbow design, and
your heartsong rings through it.

All rights reserved © Janet Leigh

In Loving Memory of
Eva Cassidy 1963-1996

You will always be remembered, Eva.  A sweet soul such as yours comes but once in a century, yet lives on eternally as love never dies.  Love lives as close as the nearest heart, yet reaches into the highest heavens; love blooms anew in every thought of you.  You are greatly missed, Eva.

*A poem collage of selected songs on Eva Cassidy's Live at Blues Alley CD.
**Credit for songs of various artists in poem collage: Paul Simon - Bridge Over Troubled Waters; Buffy St. Marie -
Tall Trees in Georgia; Sting - Fields of Gold; Traditional - Golden Thread.
Posted by: janetleigh | December 12, 2013

Silencing Baa-Baa

As liberty dies
so the voice which upholds it
silence itself.

The rights that were left,
lawlessness killed them on sight;
left no hope behind.

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Posted by: janetleigh | November 24, 2013

November 23, 2013

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Red-head woodpecker:
Fall has a subtle language
spoken in colors.

 

Posted by: janetleigh | November 21, 2013

Innocent: down for the count

Playing ‘knock-out game’?
You’re the scum of the earth, man.
(God, punch your lights out!)

If I’m behind you
when you deliver that death punch
you better run fast.

I stand here seething,
watching your sick ‘game’ played out
on national T.V.

What happened to you?
Morphed into animals,
striking innocents?

You are sick people.
Get psychiatric help NOW.
This, your brain on drugs??!

This, your soul in hell,
until God redeems you, man.
(While your mother weeps.)

Just don’t mess with me.
I may not be as forgiving
as our Father’s Will.

Bro! don’t tread on me.
I will find your sorry ass,
you bleeding coward.

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Caution: Graphic violence
http://youtu.be/u_PEBsEyYHQ

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Posted by: janetleigh | November 15, 2013

The Red Line

The elite never
put their lives on the Red line.
Well, not the first one.

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Posted by: janetleigh | November 12, 2013

Outside my window

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Wildlife has the sense
to know where true kindness lives;
seeks its safety there.

Posted by: janetleigh | November 11, 2013

Veterans Day 2013

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This Veterans Day,
this heart floats among the graves
in reverence
for fallen heroes,

I give thanks to all who serve,
protect me daily,
ask God to richly bless each;

Heart set on own
dearly departed husband,
war veteran,
honored in his rest.

*

Scott Clark
November 10, 1949 – January 9, 2012

Posted by: janetleigh | November 11, 2013

Veterans Day 2013 addendum

This ghost of a day
reminds me of your veteran
days alive and well.

I salute you, Scott,
your bravery in life and death;
veteran truly told.

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