Biography of Jordan Black
Novice in any style of writing.
Jordan Black Poems
Little hands an little feet pitta patta up an down your poppys hall he smiles an watches amused not angered by your cheek an gingerness the safety of daddy's arms protects you from everything he cuddles an plays until you want no more then playful nature begins to tire an sleep comes easy morning again midday too warm an sticky time to swim the big kids play in the other end of the pool your not satisfied an want to join you make sure their not looking an move down the ladder little by little the
A Pleasure Reading
A poet's style whether rhyming or not is to secure the listener an thicken the plot their stories intrigue an challenge the young an old to be wise an bold
One glance is all I need to see The disgust you have with me My cheeky grin and open eyes Makes your temper start to rise
First light and morning due I lay beside you, dark hair, dark skin cover the beauty within, Thine heart beats slow but true I move gently towards you, Eye's open lips touch ever so lightly on the mark,
Hope Is Your Name
You did not choose your path but walked it an took every step with pride, injustice, poverty, racism the cracks in the stones set under foot. Though the journey long and perilous you fought on, suffering only from the pain of your brothers and sisters but their tears were fuel in your fire.
Sands Of Time
Good to know where to find it how to drill and well it from there, Good to know some animals can smell it a mile off in the air, We never much appreciate it or look after it like we should, If we never had restrictions we'd only use it all we would,
Never Is A Long Time
No beginning is easy nor is it destined It's matter of time and place
Their afraid of the fire but use it often the heat is frightening but keeps them warm they set fire to others without thought of pain or consequences their beliefs are written an carry half truths their actions unforgiving their lies unheard they set fire to everything an watch it burn the people of clay will eventually burn..
Sea Of Memories
Swimming across this sea of memories My name my life is a challenge for me These people are helping me do I know them I cant remember my mind races and then
Bodys littered through the street neither side signals retreat atmosphere is cold and dead bombs anarchy exchanges of lead
We welcome you if your wallet is full. We sell our country like cattle an wool. We debate on this an debate on that. Unable to see we're ignorant an fat.
Pinstripe suit glasses glistening blonde hair She walks with confidence through the office I can't help but stare My eyes wonder across the perfectly formed symmetry Her eyes her nose her curves her glare
A Pleasure Reading
A poet's style whether rhyming or not
is to secure the listener an thicken the plot
their stories intrigue an challenge the young an old
to be wise an bold
though some a mystery
all become history
an in our hour of needing
they are a pleasure reading.