Poems of Time: by Jessica A.Tucker

Toasty Bird, a turkey dinner poem

2011-10-09T10:35:00.000-07:00

Inspired by the thought and memories of many Thanksgiving and holiday feasts, a new poem was born. Just in time for Thanksgiving dinner...

Toasty Bird, a turkey dinner poem

Thanksgiving and Christmas,

Even Easter sometimes,

A gleaming, golden turkey

Cooked to its prime...

Read more at Helium.com~

A short tale of passion

2011-01-08T15:41:00.000-08:00

At six years old, I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up… I wanted to grow things, and plant things, and spend everyday of my life watching all of natures little miracles happen. But, as time passed, things changed. I lost faith, or touch, with those ideas I had at six. Which makes sense…

At almost thirty I am just now realizing, after many years of struggling with what I was supposed to be doing with my life, that the six year old me was right. I like playing in the dirt, get my hands filthy and not worry about my nail polish. Somewhere along the way, some how, all these years later I have come back to doing what I always wanted to do. From a meadow, grew a garden. A Growing Garden.

A globe of snow

2011-01-02T20:29:00.000-08:00

Inside of a snow globe

Winter solace

Never ends

Turning it over

Sparkling white

Confetti showers

Begin to fall again...

Continue to poetry

A dinner date

2010-12-18T15:01:00.000-08:00

That winter night

so long ago,

If I had only known…

If I had just trusted my gut,

That initial instinct

That first thought.

I would have been right...

Continue reading Dinner at Helium.com

Another winter morning, a gift from nature

2010-12-17T13:15:00.000-08:00

Saturday morning editing

2010-12-11T11:05:00.000-08:00

After many months of work and summer fun, I have finally found some time to take a look at some of my recent, and not so recent, poetry. Noticing some serious editing that needed to take place, I have started a list and am working through it! So, I was hoping that, somewhere in your weekend morning, you may have a moment to take a peek at some of my editing changes...

Please follow the links included below!

Prayer to the Darkness

I appreciate all feedback, please feel free to leave your comments or send me an email.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Will we eventually just forget how to spell all together?

2010-12-09T07:11:00.000-08:00

Thoughts fly through frequencies high
By letter, syllable, or smiley face
From mother to daughter, friend to friend
Another text message sent, received beeps.

Shortened versions, simplified words
Keystrokes click, entered blurb by blurb...

Continue reading. Original work published to Helium.com

Truth in a moment

2010-12-08T10:47:00.000-08:00

Appearing in a question asked,
To choose a side, to choose a path,
To take the road of higher ground
Or the lower, leading down-
Will be a moment of truth...

~Read on~

The Time is Now

2010-12-03T16:59:00.000-08:00

Some saw it coming from the start,

We were warned again and again.

Hurricanes and earthquakes, plates shift

The turbulent ground on which we stand.

Solar flares, in the eye of a perfect storm.

The time for change is here. Now.

Only yesterday, it should have begun.

Every few years, another scare

Y2K, Apocalypse madness, 2012 now.

The fact remains, our spinning world,

Infected by our convenient consumption

Is in need of immediate change

And the time for change is now!

Painted by Nature's hand

2010-11-20T19:58:00.000-08:00

The Flight of the Hummingbird

2010-11-16T13:33:00.000-08:00

Hanging droplets
Water glistened
Orangey clear, fall
Painted by the brush
Of the afternoon sun.
On a backdrop of daisies,
Lupines and sage
This garden yarn was sown...

Continue reading at Helium.com

Yellow and Blues

2010-11-07T13:13:00.000-08:00

Images from Above: A Photo Post

2010-10-10T09:25:00.000-07:00

The opposites of good and evil

2010-07-07T14:26:00.000-07:00

"Into organized religion, I wish not to stray.
In all things good, I articulate.
However, in this dirty day and age
An orb of good and evil is the stage.
Evil hides in shadows and in faces
In sweetness, in stories, in many places.
In the harshest of opposites, we relate..."

On and Off

2010-07-04T10:25:00.000-07:00

On and off the switches turn

Automating beyond our needs.

A light for this, a button for that

Easy, is the key.

On and off, the switches turn

Powering every this and that

Water runs, hot or cold

Freely from a tap.

Would it hurt to, once and awhile,

Turn a few of those switches off?

Or be a little more conscious

Of all the others living on our map?

A collection of Opposites

2010-07-03T15:24:00.000-07:00

Happy Canada Day to all Canadians out there, and a Happy Fourth of July to all our American neighbours... And to everyone else, hope you are having a wonderful weekend!

In regards to a recent project I have taken on about opposites, my first new poem has been completed...

Follow the link to take a look at Opposites: Loud and Quiet.

A poet's dance

2010-06-15T15:59:00.000-07:00

Stepping into the spotlight,
Onto the bleached white page
A pen tip takes it place
Top left upon the stage.
Into the glare of the lamp light,
Hand and pen, there hesitate
Waiting for the dance to begin
A poet and dancer unite.

One step forward, two steps right,
Curling and sweeping down the lines,
Letter by letter, consonant by vowel,
Step by step, a word relates...

~ Continue Reading here ~

Simply alive

2010-06-04T17:23:00.000-07:00

An ant races ready for attack

At the base of my bare foot.

“Kill it!”, I would have thought

Not so long ago

Only because of the threat I saw,

The threat, this tiny ant could hold.

Scurrying into the shadow of my enormous foot

He really, is no match at all

For the place my foot might put him

If I ever chose,

But today, I will let him go.

The rains fall, quenching the parched ground.

Green shoots erupt from somewhere

Deep within the once desolate land.

Growing into flowers, herbs, and trees, and such

They heal, and feed, and shelter.

Alive in full circle,

Are the plants and animals

Of our forsaken land.

Yet really no connection at all is seen,

To an ant, a plant, or you and I.

However, in the simpler scheme of things

We are all, really much the same...

~Please continue reading below~

Simply alive - by Jessica A. Tucker - Helium

A thunderstorm

2010-06-02T19:55:00.000-07:00

In honor of the beautiful spring we have been experiencing, my latest work, Thunderstorms.

Gashing light and clapping booms
Thunder sounds throughout the rooms
Echoing wide as each crack takes shape.
While sheets light ever corner of the nightscape
In the most magnificent of light shows...

~Continue Reading~

Earth's wild winds

2010-05-29T07:35:00.000-07:00

Wild winds rage

Through a once gentle spring breeze.

Summer heat swelters hotter,

Than all the previous years.

Rains ransack Earth dry,

As soils wash away

In raging waves.

Volcanoes swell,

Earthquakes rumble,

The land gives way,

As tornadoes hurl with pleasure...

Continue reading

A collection of perceptions

2010-03-11T07:46:00.000-08:00

Good morning to all,

A little collection of poems, for your morning reading today... a bit of everything mixed in. All the poems mentioned here, can be found with my writing published at Helium. Feel free to leave your comments, suggestions, or thoughts on what you find as in my books, all feedback is good feedback!

Have a wonderful day, and enjoy your reading.
Jessica

A tattered box
"A tattered box upon the shelf
Wooden sides worn by a hand
A cold steel grasps tight the box
Leading to another land..."

A cowboy, lost in time

"He lived his life as a cowboy

Upon a horse misplaced by Father Time.

The musky scent of saddle soap and animals,

Fresh hay and morning are memories still in my mind.

Running freely on, with the wild horses of my dreams

He comes to visit with the sweetness of the summer breeze..."

Where I am from

"Where I am from, the skies glow

With the deepest of hues and the stars

Burn brilliant in the darkest of those.

Where I am from, the lake waters glow

Clear like cellophane to the rocky, ground floor..."

Stalemate
"Crisp air hangs, first lights dew
Creeping frost teases delight
Under blankets of vivid blue.

Powdered greens awake from night
Welcoming, players eagerly await
Coffee in hand, weapons steel bright
Spikes clatter, rushing late..."

Cruel intent

"Walls shake, an earth rumbles,

Windows rattle and buildings tumble

The belly swells of a maddened beast..."

Confused and used

"Ones and zeros, I don't know,

Placed so intelligently, in a row.

Neat and tidy they look to be,

A shambled mess is what I see..."

Linger
"As days pass by, by hours
Speeding mindlessly down the road
Before we know it, life as we see
Is gone like a summer’s warm breeze..."

And for those of you who would still like to keep reading... Take a moment to look at some my other online creations:

In the trees, a wee golf poem

2010-03-08T15:45:00.000-08:00

"A tee spikes

A bladed green,

Target selected,

Weapons primed.

Palms grip, fingers wrap

Grabbing, a grip takes frame.

Wound up tightly, like a clock

The batter to the plate..."

Continue on here to read the rest of, In the trees - by Jessica A. Tucker

For more on golf visit Golf Tales from the Pro Shop Counter...

Get your poems published at Inkpop!

2010-03-07T17:21:00.000-08:00

I just ran across a site that looks very interesting for all you aspiring poets and creative writers out there. Inkpop is quoted as "the online community of rising stars in teen lit." and even mentions publishing opportunities for the top stars with HarperCollins. Hmmm, intersting...

I am going to take another look around and see what else interesting I can find...

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Through a camera lens

2010-03-05T10:33:00.000-08:00

Living droplets of clear blue sky,
Placed gently by nature’s hand.

Just like a painted dish of Mother’s pearls
Caught by the glaze of a cameras lens.

Bedded lightly on a fur of dead,
Gleams rusted, browns, and grays
Illuminated through the clearly haze...

And out of the glossy, glassy past
Furry tendrils reach out, so magnified
Grabbing at a camera lens
Dead life is electrified.

Colors mingle, textures intertwine.
Through the borders of this camera lens,
Death has come alive.

First posted at http://www.helium.com/items/1762247-poetry-dew-drops

Lilacs

2010-03-03T15:02:00.000-08:00

"Flicks of purple and white colors glow

On a bed of Summer’s vivid greens.

Lining walkways, streets and garden paths,

This flowering bush can often be seen..."

Visit the poem here...

Lilacs are one of my favorite parts of spring, especially when that wonderful musky smell of the flower takes over the yard...