One ship drives east and another west
With the selfsame winds that blow.
‘Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales
Which tells us the way to go.
– Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Category: poetry
Artificial Intelligence: Haiku
Is summer coming
01-23-2011
I’m swimming in the
Ocean
But standing on the ground.
My hair is wet,
My feet are set,
in dirt that’s all around.
I’m looking up and seeing,
the clouds that pass me by.
And as they say,
The ocean bay,
makes up the tears they cry.
© 2011 Jediah Logiodice
Wow I guess it is cold
01-23-2011
I told her that it
Was not cold
So then I walked outside.
Please light my coal
And warm my toes,
The snowman yonder cried!
I guess it is cold.
© 2011 Jediah Logiodice
Life’s Monotony
There are those days
When even the “eyelash of the sun”
Brushing against your face
Cannot break through
The ice
There are those hours
That seem to drag on
And you feel like the world
Has abandoned you
And the insignificant whispers
Of those who truly care
Cannot rise above the
Dirge of monotony
Compounded by the
Cyclical trepidation of life
There are the minutes
That pass by and you wonder
If there is anything in life
Worth pulling you through
Until tomorrow
The chaos, confusion, hopelessness
All seem to pale towards the
Future glory you long for
And then there are those moments
That you must decide
What will control your destiny
You…
Or this tiny, obscure thread
Called Life
© 2010 – Jediah Logiodice
Maine Summer Dirge
Maine Summer
Rain through window panes
The leaves turn once again, and
Snow begins to fall
© 2009 Jediah Logiodice
My Complaints about Thanksgiving!
Thanks for all the Hardships
Today, I was awoken by my children,
Screaming, yelling and hitting each other.
But far too many children have been silenced,
Far too many parents wake up to the nightmare of longing for
What was lost.
Today, I winced as I climbed out of bed.
My back was sore and my head stuffed with a cold of pure agony.
But reading the prayer requests from church,
there are far too many people who likely wake up and long for
my aches and pains.
Today, we had to go grab groceries (again).
I realized that the dwindling money and rising bills cannot be escaped.
But I remembered bringing turkeys to the food banks yesterday.
There are far too many families who can’t
Go and get groceries.
Today, the calendar glared at me relentlessly.
I know that my vacation was over before it even started, and work comes in three days.
But millions of people have no jobs,
While some might be lazy, or unskilled, or uncaring, too many
Are just like me.
Today, I am thankful for all I have, and all I have been given,
The aches, and pains, and worries, and problems, and suffering and sadness
Because I can’t truly see what I have to be thankful for
Until I have experienced life face-to-face: Nor can you.
Not until we have faces.
© 2010 Jediah Logiodice
Tribute to The Axe Murderer poem
Phones
Pho-oans
Foe-owns
I called your phone
But I didn’t know
So you do not have to call back.
This crazy little thing called pocket dialing
There are those days
There are those days
when even the eyelash of the sun
brushing against your face
cannot break through the ice
There are those hours
that seem to drag on
and you feel like the
world has abandoned you
and the insignificant whispers
of those who truly care
cannot rise over the dirge of monotony
compounded by the cyclical trepidation of life
There are the minutes
That pass by and you wonder
If there is anything in life
Worth pulling you through
Until tomorrow
The chaos, confusion, hopelessness
All seem to pale towards
The future glory that you long for
And then there are the
Moments that you must decide
What will control your destiny
You
Or this tiny obscure thread called
Life
© 2010 Jediah Logiodice
My poem for food
I thought up a little poem to commemorate my leftover mexican food…
Carrots and potatoes are very nice,
But refried beans just take the cake
Because you can enjoy them thrice!