My other poems.
By Jacqueline Howett
I wrote this poem. 'Sands of time,' to my entry into America, when I seemingly fled Old England in 1988, at the beginning of the first Arab invasion, not long after the Arabs became educated. And while running away from all that was Europe in change, (It was also the beginning of the computer era.) I was looking back across the channel from my new home on the water in Falmouth, Maine relieved yet somewhat puzzled this was New England. Baxter Island was at my door step. A beautiful untouched landscape on rock where I frolicked with my two pekenese dogs I had brought with me. Baxter Island was a solitary place for the death, dumb and blind. And yet, I felt this is what I had done to Europe for a time.
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I was what you wanted me to be,
Through my eyes
I became the vision
you wanted to find,
so you could love,
Love, like you've never, ever known.
© Copyright Jacqueline Howett 2008-2015
Metamorphosis,
Shafts of light,
Discerning the light of truth,
Man's higher self,
Delicately evolving,
Slips out of reach,
Yet in man's hope and faith,
There's a glimpse,
Of our maker's wondrous treasure of light,
Smiling at it's certainty,
Amidst the darkness, decay, destruction and struggle.
©1999-2015 Jacqueline Howett
Rest in My Love
Rest in my love, rest,
it is not today we care,
Your journey has been long, rest.
Love's sensibilities hold you too tight.
Yet, it is life that sings,
Look first to your own and be brave,
Hold love, but do not restrain,
This love is precious and is pure,
Look inside and see,
You are a blossoming, coming through,
Kind fate shines upon you,
No doubt you need love now,
And real places in time,
Look, it is you holding the wonders there,
Look after yourself, my dear.
Be happy with your lot.
Nobody is dealt all correct.
We look after you now.
I know your road has been long.
You are tired of this way, rest.
©1999-2015 Jacqueline Howett
WHEN A MAN HAS NO ENCHANTMENT
by Jacqueline Howett
When man has no enchantment
the heart is sacrilege.
I tread carefully
the man’s home, sleeping
In a place I don’t wish to go.
No- I don’t have to know
Whether he’s my friend or foe,
For I hold the heart of plenty,
My cup is never empty
I am the hearth of his fire,
The warmth of his tomorrow,
Where his spirit I set free.
©Jacqueline Howett 2009/2015
Greek Poetry & prose by Jacqueline Howett, an excerpt from: My Greek side
All for you child,
All for you we look,
And your world that turns,
Forever we have you in the heart,
How sweet life is.
Greek translation.
Ola yasena bevi,
Ola yasena kitamai,
Kai e-kiklosou poou yirizi,
Pandotai sou ehoumai stin kavia
Ti liko pou inai kai tin zoui.
©Jacqueline Howett 1998-2015
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It Be So Beautiful Flying High
It be so beautiful flying high,
Meeting the wonders on the way,
the feeling of speed,
My heart beating fast,
Finding the secrets of flying,
Even knowing I'll never know you again the same,
It be once, but forever loving you.
©Jacqueline Howett 2015
Rich Home of My Soul
Rich home of my soul,
I have not forgotten your tenderness,
When harsh cruel forces come and go,
Seemingly at their own whim,
I come again and drink of your cup.
©Jacqueline Howett 2000-2002-2015
In a blinking of an eye,
Sometimes we are secrets
And sometimes we are not,
And sometimes its just always the beginning
In the experience of innocence.
(c) copyright 2001-2-11 Jacqueline Howett
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Poetry from Amorphous Angelic, selected poems.
by Jacqueline Howett
Your my invisible friend who understands
Come, take my hand,
I'm your invisible friend who understands.
When you fly so high,
How did you expect them to understand?
You see, they never ever left the land,
Come, fly with me,
I'm your invisible friend who understands.
Immortality's fountain
Beyond mountain tops I did reach,
To a new world I did greet,
No fairer plains did I ever meet,
To challenge my wits as a passing fleet,
Oh what treasures you now reveal,
Such spender alone secrets seal,
No man can utter what we feel,
Hearts true glory and soul that's real.
We freeze, yet move beyond the speed of light,
To experience alone gifts of sight.
Seering forever higher above the clouds,
Gone the illusions out of the shrouds,
With the truth one's expereinces alone,
And here the spiral from a timeless zone,
We end the story to the unknown,
Knowing it's faith that brings you home,
To immortality's fountain.
Written by Jacqueline Howett.
copyright 1984-2015. Jacqueline Howett
Time meets the heavens glory in the flesh
Time meets the heavens glory in the flesh,
Struggling life of toil in the end so blessed,
Gladly walks comforted, in joy it rests,
Amorphous love to know amidst hosts of guests,
My heart echoes magic movements, and are heard
Upon my chosen quest.
Amidst mortal flesh, the divine light blessed.
©Jacqueline Howett 1983-2002-2015
Everybody is but the station along the way.
Some bring your fate and map your day,
Not one person can bring you everything,
With many on the way,
few will stay,
Maybe some you thought a life together would be,
Lead you on to tomorrow, to make you see,
How this life of uncertainty,
Needs 'faith' continually.
©Jacqueline Howett 1984-2002-2015
To a new world I did greet,
No fairer plains did I ever meet,
To challenge my wits as a passing fleet,
Oh what treasures you now reveal,
Such spender alone secrets seal,
No man can utter what we feel,
Hearts true glory and soul that's real.
We freeze, yet move beyond the speed of light,
To experience alone gifts of sight.
Seering forever higher above the clouds,
Gone the illusions out of the shrouds,
With the truth one's expereinces alone,
And here the spiral from a timeless zone,
We end the story to the unknown,
Knowing it's faith that brings you home,
To immortality's fountain.
Written by Jacqueline Howett.
copyright 1984-2015. Jacqueline Howett
Time meets the heavens glory in the flesh
Time meets the heavens glory in the flesh,
Struggling life of toil in the end so blessed,
Gladly walks comforted, in joy it rests,
Amorphous love to know amidst hosts of guests,
My heart echoes magic movements, and are heard
Upon my chosen quest.
Amidst mortal flesh, the divine light blessed.
©Jacqueline Howett 1983-2002-2015
Everybody is but the station along the way.
Some bring your fate and map your day,
Not one person can bring you everything,
With many on the way,
few will stay,
Maybe some you thought a life together would be,
Lead you on to tomorrow, to make you see,
How this life of uncertainty,
Needs 'faith' continually.
©Jacqueline Howett 1984-2002-2015