The Parting Song of Jakelin Caal

Tell me, please, do I look like an outlaw, criminal drug dealer or terrorist?

Did I make a fist in your face, or was I just a child needing to be kissed?

And did I even resist being taken into custody for your political reasons

In this season of xenophobia, when love of another is seen as high treason?

Did I mock you as you’ve mocked us, dear president, or did I merely cry

For water and bread with no more said to those who imprisoned me?

And can you not see how many more boys and girls want more than toys

At Christmas time this year ~ we just want to be safe and full of cheer…

But you didn’t even try, you let me die, and so now here I lie in state

For having taken the bait of an empty promise of safety in a land of plenty,

But do you even know as you string another bow, taking aim for fame?

Ah! But for me it’s okay now … for I am at peace … can you say the same?


You may read about this story reported by USA Today on 12/15/2018 or by NBC on 12/14/2018, which reads in part:

Before the group left Antelope Wells by bus to be transferred to a border station, Jakelin’s father reported that she was ill and vomiting. By the time she arrived at the border station an hour-and-a-half later, she was not breathing. She was revived twice by emergency workers and then transported by air to a hospital in El Paso, Texas, where she died of cardiac arrest with her father by her side.

Jakelin was severely dehydrated; however, officials say that migrants were given access to water at Antelope Wells…

The incident raises questions about CBP’s emergency procedures and the Trump administration’s policy of delaying immigrants at legal ports of entry, forcing them to decide between waiting for weeks to months in dangerous border towns or traveling through dangerous areas along the border.

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Eyes That Do Not Lie

Eyes that do not lie, bold and gracious, both young and old

That hold me bound, hypnotically drowned in flowing love

From above all the wreckage of the world with a message

Of peace, goodwill, and much joy to fill my soul to fullness

In goodness as well, even as I kiss eyes that spy my heart

From the courts of heaven made real in such lovely appeal

That seals my destiny while singing songs of greatest cheer

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Eyes that do not lie, bold and gracious, both old and young,

I have only begun to fall into your emerald-colored ocean

Where you hold me bound and drowning in your love . . .


Note: Although mine is different in tone and tenor, thank you goes out to Varnika Jain and her poem,The Eyes Do Deceive,” for inspiring my own verses on eyes, which I have always loved and considered “windows to the soul.”

Angels in the Netherworld: A Haibun

We sit round a low-burning fire at night, deep in the quagmires of Acheron, and I slowly look at my beautiful companions, all of them nonpareil numina. They watch me kindly, reassuringly, with eyes supernal. They smile now, ever so slightly, and tell me without speaking that our existence is not without meaning, and that our best efforts are not without hope.

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And all the kingfishers call
As ospreys fly low
Around the cypress and ash
As sun paints horizon far

I lay weary head in the lap of one of my guardians dear, and feel one strong and gentle hand caress my face, while the other covers my beating heart. And I close my eyes. In the belly of hell, I am safe. I sleep in peace.


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Promise of the Yawn of New Dawn

I look high up into the night sky to stars and moon above,

And try to imagine all of life gone by,

But the promise of dawning just yawning on far horizon

Turns my heart to enliven my soul…

Not too many years have passed to leave me harassed

By febrility, confining me to senility,

So there is hope beyond the scope of such time gone by,

Forming an allotrope to coming days

That will surely lead me in different ways than ere before

In an adventure for me now in store!

Yuletide Song of Enchantment

Can I sing to you songs of the season for the reason of the joy we share,

And might I dare to lay bare love for you so soon as my holiday boon?

Dance with me round the tree ‘n prance in snow as a child free ‘n wild,

And leave me beguiled by beauty so perfect an object of lordly grace,

Giving chase to the better part of my infatuated heart I give but to you

In  our passionate Christmas rendezvous to imbrue with an innocence,

Nevertheless so wise that my soul could never despise,

And oh! How you hypnotize me with your angelic eyes,

But please never leave me to languish in monstrous anguish of desire

That burns like fire unquenchable, so condemnable in courts on high,

So never say goodbye nor fare-thee-well but let me live in your spell,

As we dance around an evergreen tree ‘n prance in pure white snow

Below the sight of the One torn from heaven to be born on this earth

To give us our full worth, while I sing the songs of this sacred season

For reason of the joy we share as we lay ourselves bare forevermore

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Take me back for lack of life now as I bow to youth gone by,

And let me fly up so high to build another empire in the sky;

To wrestle rough with vampires while I sound the battle cry;

To climb daunting trees taunting and haunting my dreams;

To play again on cheery days, or ones dreary and even eerie;

To camp under moonlit night looking for a bright meteorite;

To rush against the hounds of hell, amid the sounds of war;

To give imagination free reign in the vein of strong fantasy,

Where I belong to once more sing the song I so long to sing,

If only youth would wing its way to me to be again … a boy

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Step Through Into Fantasy: An Etheree

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And Walk

Stop and Talk

Kneel at the Door

On the Floor Before

And After Phantasies

With All to Lose to Regain

Some Very Changed Reality

Far Beyond Any Simplistic Plea

And Far Past the Life of Banality

So Forever Standing Tall as You Fall

As You Crawl into What is Bizarre

Within Phantasy Land not Far

Under the Bright Nightly Star

Wherein You Hear the Name

Of Your Childhood Fame

So Stake Your Claim

In Other Realms

With No Talk

But Walk

Stride


Note From Colleen’s Blog: The Etheree poem consists of ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The trick is to create a memorable message within the required format. Poets can get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, but the idea is to follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Reversed Etheree Syllable Count: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Double Etheree Syllable Count: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

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