Poetry by Jim: She said NO
a sad response
is easy to feel
a cheerful joy
would be ideal
but no such action
remains insight
for the sinking ship
sank tonight
by Jim McDonald
Poetry
Poetry by Jim: Blues
Poetry by Jim: Blues
if I wrote music
it’d be the blues
paid by some
saddening dues
I want to create
a blues melody
but people would ask
what’s wrong with me
by Jim McDonald
Poetry by Jim: It just is
Poetry by Jim: It just is
it’s not your fault
it’s not my fault
it just is
by Jim McDonald
Poetry by Jim: a life well spent?
a life well spent?
they are yellow, orange and red
then die brown, cut loose and fall
they’re left grounded on their bed
these now dead leaves, are so small
their vestige, now part of the spread
the whole of all beings, somberly die
there’s no petty, now that your dead
thus all flesh or flora, must soon lie
thou soul of life, is what lies ahead
this your life, should be well lived
By Jim McDonald
Jim’s poetry: God’s Piece of Paper
Jim’s poetry: God’s Piece of Paper
At the “Port”, Port Tobacco Marina
found a sheet of paper
blank with not a mark
a white sheet of paper
pencil added some dark
yellow, red and orange
the Son’s now in It’s sky
watching over the space
then He added a butterfly
separates water and grass
is a little piece of land
it’s not dark it’s not light
because that color’s tan
the grass is bright green
the water invitingly blue
the hill holds some trees
that adds a beautiful hue
the white sheet of paper
the colors gave it life
paints a peaceful picture
with not a line of strife
by Jim McDonald
Somewhere over the Carolina’s
The Houseboat Poet 