Category: poetry

When shall come the day?

© 2003 Jediah Logiodice

Two months ago,

they told us you had a cancer

a cancer eating through you

taking over your body

threatening to steal your existence.

But .. not today ..

Two days ago,

they told us you were getting near

an enemy that could not be destroyed

was on your door step

threatening to close your eyes

but .. not today ..

Two hours ago,

they told us you were gone

forever

just slipped away, some thief unseen

took you away, it was expected

but ..

not

today ..

Two years ago

We asked you to quit

it’s going to kill you

We all care for you, grandpa

You said, “Maybe i’ll quit”

but

..

not

today

..

In memory of my Grandpa Ken – who was always going to quit tomorrow.

In the sweet By and By

© 2003 Jediah Logiodice

If I die tonight, I want you to know

I’ve lived my life for God,

I know where I’ll go

If I die tonight, I want you to see

My life has not ended, but has just

started to be

If I die tonight, I want you to hear

the sweet whisper of Jesus

“In heaven.. no tears”

If I die tonight, I want you to grasp

How swift your time here is

How life passes so fast

If I die tonight, I want you to try

to

spend time with people you love

Make time for Jesus and God

and remember we’ll meet again “by and by”

In loving memory of:

Richard York – April 23, 2003

Muriel York – April 19, 2007

They have both gone to await his return!

Addiction

© 1996 – Jediah Logiodice

Run Run Run away!

Where ya gonna go?

Find a rock as big as sea

And cover life from woe.

Silence roams upon the earth

Knocking door to door,

Bringing deadly winter chills

Oozing through the floor.

Fleeing life and French-kissed pain

Driving out into the night

Placing mellow in your heart

Holding on for infernal flight.

Screaming, soaring,

Ecstatic moon

Covering your sorrow

Climbing free from mildew waste –

Cringing in sun’s ‘morrow.

Sinking freely in the water

Rising from the stone –

Open eyes, and blinding light,

Marching on towards home.

Death of a Gentleman

© 1996 Jediah Logiodice

He began,

Soft as a summer breeze,

Blowing against a lighted

Candle,

Quiet as a kitten’s cry,

Wanting only the serenity

Of his mother’s warm milk,

Comforting as a plush toy

Stuffed with caring cotton’s

Wintry lucidity.

But the hidden pain

Of love’s poison arrow

Has crushed his spirit.

Now the summer breeze

Is a tropical storm,

Caring not what anyone

Else thinks,

Ravaging.

The cry,

Is no longer

That of a kitten,

But a loud mournful

Caterwaul,

Like a ruttish cat

Longing for a mate.

Alas,

The plush toy

Has been worn from use

And misuse.

And its caring cotton

Has been stained

From its travels.

Up and down,

Up and down,

Being dragged through the

Tainted emotions of others.

And so,

The soft, caring, quiet

Gentleman,

Has been murdered.