Jason Constantine Ford… Underneath The Stars

 

Underneath the Stars

Despite a lack of man made lighting
Underneath the stars within the sky,
Your presence is a charm inviting
Us to seal moments that cannot dry.
 
As we are standing on a boat made of steel
Gently sailing through waters still,
You take my hand as I begin to feel
The depths of love remaining tranquil.
 
With one hand of yours already held in mine,
The darkness of the night no longer seems
To be so dark as stars intertwine
In a display of sparkling gleams.
 
From your hand outstretched, I see a flash of light
Emitted by a silver phone you hold.
The picture you took fills me with delight
In a presence that shall never fade as old.

 

Jason Constantine Ford is from East Perth in W.A, Australia. He works at a book shop and has over fifty publications of poetry in various poetry magazine, ezines and journals from around the world. He has a traditional approach to poetry as he is dedicated to the cause of rhyming Poems.

Copyright © 2016 by Jason Constantine Ford

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Jason Constantine Ford… Returning to Mount Everest

 

Returning to Mount Everest

A single picture captures our faces below the sun

Upon a mountain we climbed together as one.

Our early moments of standing near clouds are enthroned in time

As we are looking back to achievement sublime.

Although the glory of this event has passed away,

Our memories of climbing the mountain are ones that stay.

Retracing our steps before we reached the mountain peak,

We travel back to times of either being strong or weak.

A time when we considered returning to the mountain’s base

Halfway through our climb is fading trace by trace.

Our time of emotional weakness is being replaced

With memories linked to a scene where past doubts are defaced.

Memories of reaching the mountain’s peak are sparks that ignite

The radiance of seeing the world from its’ greatest height.

 

Copyright © 2016 by Jason Constantine Ford

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jason Constantine Ford… My Baby and Me

 

My Baby and Me

Looking back at a picture recently taken,

Convinces me that my eyes are not mistaken.

As I am holding my youngest baby in my arms,

I contrast the warmth of her touch to an image of her charms.

The distance between the mobile phone I am holding

And my eyes is a gush of air with sweetness unfolding.

As the both of us are gazing at a moment in time,

My baby’s love raises my emotions to feelings sublime.

Her presence is a spark of strength reaching well beyond

This moment in time as we achieve a special bond.

She is touching my face with the grip of tenderness sweet

As a merging of the past and the present is complete.

With moments ticking, I take another picture with my phone,
Assuring my baby that she shall never be alone.

 

Copyright © 2015 by Jason Constantine Ford