Jekot Tales

05/31/2019

IT WAS THE BEST OF YEARS, IT WAS THE WORST OF YEARS.

05/28/2019

Meet Ron Tomsonhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66QzREO7oFg

Talking about military phase of Ron Tomson's life.

05/26/2019

To the Ingoramus' who think Ron Tomson is not real!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eso8EO-FbgA

Vietnam war story about an old woman.

05/26/2019

I am not sure, but I am beginning to suspect that God is a woman.

05/21/2019

You People are too Kind! However, Ron Tomson is just getting starhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeYZCtzSdnIted.

Vietnam: Winning the Hearts and Minds of the people.

05/21/2019

There are a lot of stars out there. Pick one!

You are My Star of Faith

You are my star of faith
The fiery reflection of my youth
The soft glow of my midnight
Illuminating only what is good in my world

You are my star of faith
A light that shines on me in the moment
In this moment- In this eternal moment
Blinding me of yesterday’s loneliness and tomorrow’s remorse

Your are my star of faith
A flame that melts my frozen fate
Touching me with your gentle hands, guiding me with your sweet lips
Breathing into me a new destiny

You are my Star of faith
Brightening the shadows around my soul
Showing me my long lost youth
Birthing this Spirit anew

For You, You are my Star of Faith.......

---Joe Jekot---
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Tu Eres Mi Estrella de Fe

Tu Eres mi estrella de fe
El reflejo llameante de mi juventud
El resplandor suave de mi medianoche que
Ilumina sólo lo que es buena en mi mundo

Tu eres mi estrella de fe
UNA luz que brilla en mí en el momento En este momento-
En este momento eterno
que me Ciega de ayer remordimiento de soledad y mañana

Tu eres mi estrella de fe
UNA llama que se funde mi destino congelado que me Toca con sus manos apacibles,
me indicando con los labios dulces
que Respiran en mí destino

Tu eres mi Estrella de fe
que Aclara las sombras alrededor de mi alma
que me Muestra mi juventud perdida
larga que Da a luz a este Espíritu nuevo

Para tu, tu eres mi Estrella de Fe. ......

---Joe Jekot---
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05/20/2019

Well, good people, it looks like we made it through another day! My experience was that the name calling was a little less; some of the arguments turned into honest debate; and I thought I watched on series of interactions with two people that turned into honest and open adult dialogue. For me it was a sad day. My brother-in-law’s Jim’s sister died this morning. She was only 58. My sister texted me, but did not give her name. Like life, I believe that death is covered in a myriad of mystery. The day is born in the morning and dies in the evening. Everything that happens in between is ultimately unexplainable. I would say “God Sp*ed” to Jim’s sister, but by the look of that sunset I am pretty sure that she is saying “God Sp*ed” to us. I think many of us have a long hard walk to what is waiting for us on the other side.
Peace, Joe Jekot May 19, 2019

05/18/2019

So Look good people! It is a metaphor. The clouds represent us fighting over our differences. It is my hope that we can stop all the name calling;bickering and threatening of each other. Please do not turn those feeble clouds into a mushroom cloud. The sun is still going to shine whether we are around to see it or not.

05/17/2019

Will you look at that picture! I have more. I just can't figure out how to upload them yet. I think God made it all! But it does matter. Believe what you want. It's beautiful! The problem is is that we are destroying it! Trump really needs to step down! I don't even want to talk about what Bolton is up to. S**t! Give up Barr! Let Mueller speak! It's all going to come ut in the end. Even if Trump tries to start a civil war to stop it! Rich Lapinski. You have all the Answers, you just have to BELIEVE! Loren Niemi "Don't forget to BREATHE!

05/10/2019

For all you wonderful people reacting to my posts, Thank you!

05/10/2019

Hey, take a listen to this storyteller. Follow Ron Tomson and you will never have to read another history book about Viet Nam again! And today is his Birthday!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iu-DtLVPSTY&t=278s

Old people can surprise you.

05/09/2019

Did You Hear it?

Did you Hear it?
Did you hear the soft and sweet song of the Sun as it rose this morning?
The whispers of angels in a melody that swept into the soul of life
The sweet harmonies of light glowing across creation
The vibration of love that called your heart to life

Did You See it?
Did you see the Sun shining on the faraway horizon just outside your back door?
Beaming the hope of transformation throughout the world
Glistening off still rivers revealing the crystals of the waters

Did you Smell it?
Did you smell the scent of every rose the Sun’s rays have kissed
The aroma of cedar and sweet grass that heal the fields and forests
The Lips of the lilacs as the open and close kissing creation

Did you Touch it?
Did you Hold the hand of a child long enough to feel the sweat.
Grasping for all the things in life hidden in the darkness of the night
Simply sitting your butt down on the earth so your cheeks can bask and rejoice?

Did you Taste it?
Have you kissed the lips of your true love (ooh morning breathe. Yuk!)?
Bite into the source that gives the morning fruit it glorious taste
Open your mouth and let you tongue taste the mist that forms the morning dew

Are you ready to Become it?
A gentle fire that spreads warmth to others
A voice that convinces the world it burns only in the measure that we hate
Console and convince the sorrowful that the Sun’s Light shines beyond the clouds and above the rains

If not. Awe Hell. Go back to sleep. You probably need it. What’s great about all this is that the Sun will be back tomorrow. Or will it?

---Joe Jekot---
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05/07/2019

Always Remember This:

You are but one perception away of seeing the world in a way that no one has seen it before.
And if you see it, then act on it!

You could completely change the life of a single person, maybe a hundred people, maybe thousands or even millions of people.

Or no wait, maybe I’m wrong, completely wrong. Maybe you are a perception away from re-perceiving something about the world that every one else has already perceived.
Recalling the original recipe for love just as God authentically wrote it down.
Something that could change the life of a single person, maybe hundreds, maybe thousands, maybe even millions of people.

Maybe you’re a perception away from perceiving what we all know to be truly true or really real, it’s just that nobody has the courage to act upon it

I figured it out

This generation is going to discover:
that knowledge is magic not power
That money is energy not wealth and it is used to fuel the imagination
not for materialism and war

That mystery is the celebration of life and with each discovery this mystery enhances itself exponentially. It is not a problem to be solved for the purpose of controlling nature.
Remember, Nature is God at play.

And Finally,

Remember, that there is only one thing fair about a nuclear Holocaust. Everyone gets a front row seat.

---Joe Jekot---
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04/30/2019

In Celebration of Poetry Month!
Let's end where we began!

I Do Not Call It Poetry

I do not call it Poetry. I call it Poet try
Open up your soul and breathe creation
Share the conversation your feet has been having with the earth by and by
Feet are more than just sensation their souls never lie

Tell of the tales your mind has read written in the clouds from the pages of the sky
Record the sagas and secret messages that have passed through your Eye
Turn into words the scents and spirits of winds blown by
I do not call it Poetry. I call it poet try

Sing the music that is your body
Dance the joy of going potty
The raging rivers of your red wine
Flowing up and down your spine

Share the fire that is your heart
The dream, desire, your Destiny’s start
The fuel of your fantasies and where your hopes lie
I do not call it Poetry. I call it poet try

Tell us of all the things your nose has seen
Fragrant flowers, frozen tundra, vomit that’s green
Close your eyes and exhale the scent of every scene
Show us, then know us, tell us everything

There’s that conversation you have with loneliness that no one’s every heard
That poem which comes from darkness you know it word for word
There’s that fantasy of making love with Venus or Cupid underneath a clear blue sky
I do not call it Poetry. I call it poet try

So enter the fire that is your being
Like Hephaestus, forge a truth never before seen
Be the Wordsmith who picks the lock of your trapped Soul
Let go of your fear, drive on the highway to heaven- pay that toll

Please fuel up your pen and scribe the truth this world has never known
Share the conscious of Spirit that is authentically your own
Show me the you that is you so I can know the I that is I
I do not call it Poetry. I call it poet try

---Joe Jekot---
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04/27/2019

In Celebration of Poetry Month!
After the War is Won

The twilight does not exhume the stench of Death from the battle field
Nor does the Moon silence the sounds of soldiers screaming to their deaths—Alone
The raging soul of the warrior is not soothed whether the battle be won or lost

The dead lay motionless with their spirits screaming around them to fight on
Survivors roar with boundless rage while Conscience screams for them to stop --To no avail.
Too cold to feel warmth of the midnight fire
Too hot the chill of the evening winds—numb

Trapped!

---Joe Jekot---
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04/23/2019

In Celebration of Poetry Month!

I am going to try Spanish. If it makes no sense, I have it in English as well.

Tu Eres Mi Estrella de Fe

Tu Eres mi estrella de fe
El reflejo llameante de mi juventud
El resplandor suave de mi medianoche que
Ilumina sólo lo que es buena en mi mundo

Tu eres mi estrella de fe
UNA luz que brilla en mí en el momento En este momento-
En este momento eterno
que me Ciega de ayer remordimiento de soledad y mañana

Tu eres mi estrella de fe
UNA llama que se funde mi destino congelado que me Toca con sus manos apacibles,
me indicando con los labios dulces
que Respiran en mí destino

Tu eres mi Estrella de fe
que Aclara las sombras alrededor de mi alma
que me Muestra mi juventud perdida
larga que Da a luz a este Espíritu nuevo

Para tu, tu eres mi Estrella de Fe. ......

---Joe Jekot---
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You are My Star of Faith

You are my star of faith
The fiery reflection of my youth
The soft glow of my midnight
Illuminating only what is good in my world

You are my star of faith
A light that shines on me in the moment
In this moment- In this eternal moment
Blinding me of yesterday’s loneliness and tomorrow’s remorse

Your are my star of faith
A flame that melts my frozen fate
Touching me with your gentle hands, guiding me with your sweet lips
Breathing into me a new destiny

You are my Star of faith
Brightening the shadows around my soul
Showing me my long lost youth
Birthing this Spirit anew

For You, You are my Star of Faith.......

---Joe Jekot---
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04/22/2019

In Celebration of Poetry Month!

Ask Me if I Know of Darkness

Ask me if I knew of darkness and I say I know her well
But in truth no one ever really knows hell
The dean of darkness makes no friends
But takes pleasure sharing his moments of fear without end
Life in the shadow of the moon is a goddess of scorn
Granting only the wish to never have been born
All around me vile animals hiss and snarl and snap
Ever frightening never biting the eternal anticipation is the trap
This sleepless sleep where I meet all my ancestors suffering
Futile lives who toiled but no joy did it bring

Memory is not reality with the experience of the endless night
For when god comes He is experienced as eternal in his light
Like the soul never knew the darkness even if memory lives
Maybe god is kind maybe cruel with the blessing that he gives
For I know of darkness and want you to feel it true
But when you know of darkness you’ll tell me I never knew
--Joe Jekot—
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04/21/2019

HAPPY EASTER!

Always Remember This:

You are but one perception away of seeing the world in a way that no one has seen it before.
And if you see it, then act on it!

You could completely change the life of a single person, maybe a hundred people, maybe thousands or even millions of people.

Or no wait, maybe I’m wrong, completely wrong. Maybe you are a perception away from re-perceiving something about the world that every one else has already perceived.
Recalling the original recipe for love just as God authentically wrote it down.
Something that could change the life of a single person, maybe hundreds, maybe thousands, maybe even millions of people.

Maybe you’re a perception away from perceiving what we all know to be truly true or really real, it’s just that nobody has the courage to act upon it

I figured it out

This generation is going to discover:
that knowledge is magic not power
That money is energy not wealth and it is used to fuel the imagination
not for materialism and war

That mystery is the celebration of life and with each discovery this mystery enhances itself exponentially. It is not a problem to be solved for the purpose of controlling nature.
Remember, Nature is God at play.

And Finally,

Remember, that there is only one thing fair about a nuclear Holocaust. Everyone gets a front row seat.

---Joe Jekot---
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04/20/2019

In Celebration of Poetry Month!

I walk in the realm below

I walk in the realm below
Below the seeds of tomorrows flowers and beyond the realm of hope
Below the graves of my ancestors and beyond the domain of peace
Into the bowels of darkness- the only home I ever knew.

My mind lives inside a fear that my soul does not understand
I am afraid. Afraid of the future as my mind plays my past on the screen of memory
A consciousness that is raw and unending
It tears my flesh. It martyrs’ me before my enemy

This self-crucifixion bring delight to someone
A power- a spirit that drags me into darkness
That leaves me to wait in fear and apprehension
That self that is of the self I most fear and despise
That self formally known as myself.

It is so strange how a simple fearful belief can fan a flame of doubt
That burns down an entire house.
An illusion in my mind becomes the source of my fear and the symbol of self-destruction

---Joe Jekot---
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04/19/2019

In Celebration of Poetry Month!
All of Life

All of life is poetry
Whether the Sun shines or the rain falls
There are metaphors that embrace it all

All of life is dance
The fox trot, the TANGO, the salsa, or Ballet
There is a rhythm that comes with each day

All of life is song
Whether Ballad, rock-n-roll or blues
There are lyrics to sing the Spirits news

All of life is celebration
Whether it be of tragedy or joy
We are all child-like whether we be girl or boy.

Life is all and all is life
This is the gift of being a being
A vision worth the living and a sight worth the seeing

Joe Jekot
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04/17/2019

In Celebration of the Life of Father John P. Smyth!

I had a dream last night. I had died and was before Saint Peter. In his hand was a list of all my sins. It was really, really, really looong. I trembled in fear of damnation! Then St. Peter asked me if I remembered the first time Father John P. Smyth told me how much God loved me. I remember and that warm feeling filled my entire SOUL. Then St. Peter said, "Joe you have been in heaven since that moment." Then the glorified spirit of John P. Smyth appeared before for me! He was even taller than he was in real life! His smile was even brighter than it was in real life! He took my by the hand and we started to walk into this bright light. That's when I woke up. I got on to Facebook and read that Father Johh P. Smyth had died. He's not really gone friends, He's just waiting to greet each of us after our long hard drive home. God Sp*ed Father John P. Smyth! Rest in Peace. April 17, 2019

---Joe Jekot---

04/16/2019

In Celebration of Poetry Month!

Butterflies are Free

In my long lost journey
I happened upon a barren prairie
Brown grasses, blown dandelions nothing much to see
With my sad soul, tired spirit, I lay my limbs beneath an old tree

In the blink of an eyed rose a princess of the sun
An angel of who brought life to my lightless eye
She danced on my shoulder and showed me the essence of fun
Together we played the game of bliss and I felt the joy to be

So full of life, I chased her knowing she came just for me
She wasn’t for the world-- only me
I flew like a hawk, clawed like a bear, ran like a hare but she stayed free of me
In a blink of an eye she was gone and do you know what that old tree said to me

“Silly rabbit, butterflies are free.”

---Joe Jekot---
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04/15/2019

In Celebraton of Poetry Month!
CREATION
I would like nothing more than to recite for you a poem of true creation!
Share with you the dreams of God
Write the words that bring light into your darkness
Unveil to you the graces of angels whose wings create every sweet breeze in your world
Roll syllables off my tongue with the cadence of raindrops watering your soul
Bring to you stanzas that sing like birds and buzz like bees

I dream of nothing more than opening you eyes to this heaven on earth
Play for you the harmonies of the seas and their vibrations from shore to shore
God be my inspiration! Let me show them the order of creation!
I want to write for you a poem that will take you all day to read and a lifetime to comprehend.

But I can’t write that poem. You see. I am an ADHD Poet. (* Read this part quickly in a staccato rhythm)

My mind runs a million miles an hour
It can’t stay focused on any one flower
The leaves are but a blur to me
I’m that monkey swinging in the tree

They say to relax and look at the stars
If you concentrate hard you can see to Mars
But I can’t stop thinking about that candy bar
Without my Ritalin I don’t see too far

The snow, the sand, vistas of the moon
Just ain’t the same as a Tom and Jerry cartoon
Video games are more my sp*ed
Than watching the grass grow from a single seed

It’s not just outside. It’s inside too
Schools boring unless we go to the zoo
Homework ain’t done, on this you can bet
But, How can you remember what you forgot to forget

I can’t sit in a desk or stand in a line
Teacher accused me of lustin’ at that girl so fine
I tried to explain but she called me q***r
Truth was. I just couldn’t take my eyes off that little hair in her ear.

Now I’m itchin’ and twitchin’ for all to see
Class ends at four, but its only half past three
I could make it if only I didn’t have to p*e
Now I see nature, its coming out of me!

I’m bouncin’ in the desk with a racing heart
My butt cheeks I’m squeezing to hold back a fart
I’m trying to get that teacher to let me go
She says No! Uh oh Joe’s gonna Blow

Gases are blowing and juices are flowin’
Stand back this boys explodin’ (*Slow down here)
……Hey, I never noticed the paint on the ceiling was erodin

And it is was in that instant that my racing mind could perceive
What all you slow and focused thinkers could never conceive
You need tangled neurons and unfocused thoughts
To see the truth this vision brought
(* Back to a staccato rhythm)
It all happened in the blink of Gods eye
It came from his heart not from the sky
Don’t ask me what day. Don’t tell me what hour
Your missing the point-- losing the power

I saw it. I saw what you couldn’t see
The eye opened and shut right in front of me
In total chaos everything fell
There was no order, nothing to sell

It all came. It all rushed out
right out of his optical spout
The sun and the moon shone just the same
it’s from his sorrow darkness came

The mountains and hills fell in no order
They didn’t serve a political border
Colors flowed all over the place
But it wasn’t His idea to separate them into race
(*Read the next part as fast as possible. Machine gun fast)
It poured ants and plants and animals galore but the grease didn’t cease to drip from their sores and oil made them boil in the soil to the bone. This was no place for them to call home. Seas full of bees Giraffes without knees, locks with no keys everywhere disease just hanging from the trees. Sulfur was the summers breeze. The dinosaurs died before they could sneeze. The ocean was a potion that moved slow motion like a lotion of slime that stopped the movement of time. A universe without rhyme no bells to chime this apocalyptic crime. The earths revolution was a de-evolution full of pollution and no solution came from our contribution. Read the constitution! Protect the Earth It’s not there. Don’t you just hate it when the elastic breaks in your underwear.

(*Back to a staccato Rhythm)
The earth was high and the sky was low
So all things were falling up If you must know
The rip-chord didn’t change the discord as it all landed with a plop
And when it was moistened with God’s tear drop
I saw what was inside of me. a pile of shhhhiiii, (naturally created slop)

Now you can’t see what I see
Because you think creation must be harmony
But I saw the sadness in God’s face
When his heart felt the race human (I’ll bet you didn’t know that God was dyslexic)

So lose your focus for just a while
Color outside the lines kindergarten style
Look at that the things you were told not to see
See how creation isn’t what it was meant to be

The disorder of your order is the source of Gods sorrow
How many children will die in the beautiful sunshine tomorrow?
Take you mind off winning the race
Take a look into God’s sad face

Turn this world upside down
Be not afraid to be the clown.
Whether heaven’s below and the earth is above
It’s not about order, it’s all about Lov,,,SQUIRREL!
---Joe Jekot---
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on of Poetry Month!

04/12/2019

In Celebration of Poetry Month!

A story and a poem.
My name is Joe Jekot. I want to thank everyone for all those compliments on my posts. My head is now bigger than my belly. And trust me, my belly is pretty big. Talk about going through a self-esteem carwash. I want to thank you all again.

her is my poem for the day:Why I Became a Teacher

I became a teacher because…
I like the sound of people talking while I am talking
I like answering the same question over and over again
I like watching students sleep while I try to teach them something they will never use in the “real world”.

I became a teacher because…
I love listening all those creative stories of what happened to the homework
I like reading books reports copied from Spark Notes
They remind a famous author I often quoted in high school
A guy who went by the named Cliff.

I became a teacher
I love staying up all night making sure each student has written comments on his/her paper
Only to return the papers the next day
Watch them glance at the grade
Throw it at garbage can-- and miss.

I became a teacher because…
I like to see things grow
I like pimples
And I like seeing the smirk on that one kid’s face who cut the cheese
When no one else can figure it out

I became a teacher …
So every day I could have the same kid at the exact same time ask to go to the bathroom
And bring his textbook for something to read.
I wanted to see where boys first became afraid of lifting a toilet seat before they p*e
I wanted to solve the mystery of why high school girls always go to the bathroom in twos.


I became a teacher because…
I love reading the poetry as written on the jon wall after a vocabulary test
“Here I stoop
All broken hearted
Tried to p**p
But only flatuated
And it, like smells, like, totally marose, Dude!”

I became a teacher because…
I like erotic art – as it is sketched on the stall doors
Phallus’ Freudian size!
And a carictature of the librarian with a great set of Bodacious “Ta Ta’s”

I became a teacher because…
I needed my students to teach me that even with all my degrees and experience
I did not know a damn thing about what makes young people learn
Like love, It is forever a mystery. It happens only by accident

I became a teacher because…
I needed to teach my administration
That even with all their degrees and experience
They don’t know a damn thing about what makes young people learn.
And that my disorganized classroom is an accident looking for a place to happen



I became a teacher…
So that I could tell my students that the only extra credit that matters is the gratification you get from helping another human being who is suffering
And when it no longer gratifies you but you still do it!
You will have learned how to love unconditionally
An asset more powerful than a PHD from Harvard

I became a teacher…

So that I could take my students on a field trip to the beach
Have them gaze across the horizon of the waters
And convince that their imaginations are equal to the breathe and depth of seas
That they do have the creative ability to solve the world’s problems
That they should not be deterred because their parents used it to build shopping mall and theme parks
That they sit in the sand, seek out the vision then live the dream

I became a teacher because…
I wanted to show kids that their art and their poetry are the only two things their neighbor cannot copy from them
I wanted to show them that in the their art and poetry are the only things they can truly ever call their own in this life

I became a teacher …
Because after nine months of the blood, sweat and the tears,
Daily challenging them, pleading with them, and begging them to learn
I realize how much I truly love them
And each year that it takes me three months to mourn there passing.

And those months seem to grow longer every year.

---Joe Jekot---
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04/11/2019

In Celebration of Poetry Month!
To Honor my Mom
I visited You. We Talked
I visited you in that place, upon that Holy Space
Where the breezes blow sweet and Sun glows warm

I visited you on this Day, on this Holy Day
When the earth swallowed you whole making you my new born mother

I saw you today, in that Glorified way
Irish smile on your face, cup of God’s nectar in hand
Ready to do what we so rarely find time to do in that other age…talk

I talked and you listened. You spoke and I heard
We sat across the table engraved with your name and became friends again

My loneliness healed by your tears
Your Death glorified through my life
My fears dissolved in your eternity
Your Truth flowing through my veins
My rage quenched by your forgiveness
Your vision alive in my heart

And when it came time to say good bye
As the veil between heaven and earth was once again to close
I tried, but the tears you showed me to shed would not come
I feared the grasses upon your grave would grow no more

Before my shame took over my soul
You laughed that Irish laugh
And said, “Worry not. The only thing
Perfect in your world is a mother’s love for her children”

Agus go gcasfar le chéile sinn arís, (Gaelic for “Remember to go to Church and don’t lose your wallet”.) Just kidding…

“Until we meet again, until we meet again…”

By Joe Jekot
Copyright 2014 Jekot Tales at jekottales.com

04/10/2019

In Celebration of Poetry Month!
To Honor my Father R.I.P.
Father Tell Me Your Story

Tell your tales of terror
Narrate to me the nightmares that carried you away
Tell me of the ghosts who haunted your Soul
I know of darkness. I’ve seen your tragedy but I have never heard your version
Father tell me your story

Your boy won’t be afraid
If so, I promise to turn my bed shoes the other way
If you would share with me what your hell was like for just one day

The first time you cried your good-bye to me I was five years old
I knew right from wrong no truth was told
Who was the villain where was my hero that day
Everyone was afraid so they shipped you far away
Mommy told me that my Daddy was sick and in pain, but that it was “A Secret”
From everyone, especially the neighbors you must “keep it”

My lips were sealed at the age of five and a new lock placed on you and them at thirteen, Then 15, then 18, then 20, then 27, then 38.
Seven seals for the seven times your sorrows locked you away from the world
The secret is safe, but the story is hidden into a fear that grows with each aging year
I saw it all, I felt it more, but I never understood who you really are
So please father, tell me your story.

Who was that sleepless man crying on the floor screaming “I am Job”?
What crime did he commit? Why was his sentence so cruel?
Who was this man that could endure such pain and still believe in God?
I mean Jesus endured true torture for that single day
Yours was for months, no years, yet like him, when it was done you knelt down to pray
A tale as great as the greatest story ever told yet it was never told
So Father please, Tell me your story

---Joe Jekot---
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04/08/2019

In Celebration of Poetry Month!
Teacher Conference
Come My Friend…
Come… come my child … Come…
Come sit with me in my space
In my place that is filled with mystery and grace
At that table where my mind stops running the race
Come… be with me in my most sacred place

Come… Come my student… Come…
Walk with me into a realm where my knowledge cannot go
Cast off the truths that come from philosophy and science
Return with me to a place of child-like innocence
Like the simple souls of time who never read a book
Yet wrote the secrets of God in our hearts
Timeless truths our lives blindly live
Come ...be with me and hear songs of my ancestors

Come…Come my apprentice… Come….
Sit by my Fire and see through its flames a portal to another world
A place of peace, prosperity and possibility
A still pond, a flowing river, calm seas
A Bright sun, crystal dew on sweet grass and wild flowers
A gentle wind, a soft drizzle and the snow falling from the heavens
The mirror of our world viewed through the lenses of reverence
Come...Be with me as my soul wonders

Come….Come my disciple…Come
Hear with me the tales the land tells in the silence of the night
Wait with me while my spirit translates those sounds into stories
Words that mark the beginning, middle and end of war
Songs that harmonize the darkness with the light
Poems that squeeze meaning out of life’s every sorrow
Come my Friend… Be with me in this eternal moment of time

Post script
…And together, we will dispel the ugly rumor and erase the story that we were once enemies over your grade

---Joe Jekot---
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