A poem by Jacqueline Howett

To whom this rhythm of our hearts seek?

Art work by (c) Jacqueline Howett

To whom this rhythm of our hearts speak?

To whom the river of our hearts to seek?

Amidst the empty shell now peaceful sleep,

No longer flow the tears on earth to weep,

A new beginning, a new peak to reach,

The struggles upon upward climbs, who greets?

And this revealing light beneath my feet,

Each step knows we have crossed a timeless fleet.

(c) By Jacqueline Howett



Art work by (c) Jacqueline Howett

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Art lovers- This weeks Tuesdays Art View painting is titled - Capricious.
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POETRY REVISTED WITH JACQUELINE HOWETT

                                   TO MAKE A WARRIORS SOUL.



Original greeting card created by (c) Jacqueline Howett. From the Cards By Jacq Collection.



In my native land,
they tell stories
of the never ending road,
that they have travelled on.
They want me to know
about the why
that I am being here.
They look at me
and I see their hidden tears.
They have gathered, everyone of them,
feathers for my journey.
They talk of the heart
I will come to know.
That will break first,
in order to be strong,
to make a Warrior's soul.



Copyright (c) 2008-2013  Jacqueline Howett

                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                

Poetry excerpts from Amorphous Angelic, Selected Poems by Jacqueline Howett

 My Poetry E-book is free this weekend from Smashwords. Grab a copy while you can!



 

THERE I SEEK YOU ALONG YOUR WAY

There I seek you along your way,

A troubled heart, no longer say,

You did your best in those dread times,

And now you rest in heavens chimes,

Gone has the wind of yesteryear,

Far in the echoes that you seer,

Another hand awaits your love,

Through passing clouds appears a dove,

With a message from above.

Copyright © 1983-2011 Jacqueline Howett

A NEW LIFE BLOOMS IN HEAVENS LIGHT

A new life blooms in heavens light,

Across horizons, love takes flight,

Eternal brightness, loves kindness,

Your heart moves amongst the righteous,

New songs you sing and act the part,

With divine presence in your heart,

With all nobleman, kings and queens,

Shine your presence in their esteem,

Heavens powers your life redeems.

Copyright © 1983-2011 Jacqueline Howett

A CLEAR PURE WAY YOUR SOUL NOW TREAD

A clear pure way your soul now tread,

A guiding star your heart has wed,

Your find another in God’s state,

Have ‘faith’ along the road that waits,

Heaven opens to you her gates,

Where ‘hope’ and ‘faith’ meet now your fate,

This is a new life for your sake,

To you God gives,

For man to take.

Copyright © 1983-2011 Jacqueline Howett

NOW LOVE HAS BLOOMED IN HEAVENS LIGHT

Now love has bloomed in heavens light,

Happiness prevails, future flight,

Know and reap spiritual delights,

Mortal men that praise in your sight,

Immortal blessings amidst flesh,

Spirits hold power with life and death,

To hold Gods love is your request,

Rise to a higher consciousness.

Copyright © 1983-2011 Jacqueline Howett

HOLD FAITH WITH SOULS AMIDST THE VASTNESS

Hold faith with souls amidst the vastness,

Waiting to be comforted through being,

A movement contemplates human kindness,

Bringing Gods powerful plans to rejoice,

With the bliss of heaven who comforts,

Stars explode to bring ripples of news to human ears,

And the universe delights.

Copyright © 1983-2011 Jacqueline Howett

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Ebook Description

Amorphous Angelic, selected poems by Jacqueline Howett are metaphysical poems of wisdom, death, rebirth, the inner workings of the souls journey. Love, inspiration, wonder, visions, hope, faith &, connecting to the higher self. They speak of the sad & strange, and elevating out of darkness to reveal the mystery of life. Written in England, before Howett moved to America.

Thanks for visiting. Jacqueline.

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Amorphous Angelic, selected poems by Jacqueline Howett are Metaphysical poems of wisdom, death, rebirth, and the inner workings of the souls journey. They are also 35 selected poems of love, inspiration, wonder, visions, hope, faith and connecting to the higher self as well as with the sad & strange, to elevating out of darkness to reveal the mystery of life that cover an important time factor in the poets life between 1980-1985, and have remained her most memorable as they become the last link with old England before her moving to America.

Written in a timeless language that everyone can relate with at the core of their souls. They also reveal a hint of old England in the poets evolving.

Review from Amazon- USA 5 stars

Just got done reading and re-reading the of poems. I loved so many of them and they held special meaning with me. My favorities are "How Many butterflies Can You Be" and "Until I Rest In Jesus". P.S. After reading this book it gave so much more meaning and appreciation for the author and person as I just finished her book "The Greek Seaman".

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Jacqueline Howett

Nostalgia and the Authors journey across the pond.

Baxter Island, Maine

 As nostalgia goes, here is a poem I wrote when I first came to America.

Baxter island, Maine, USA 1988.

SANDS OF TIME

Traces of life revealed,
Smoothed over by a gentle tide,
Across sands and landscapes wide,
Reaching out across time,                                 
In silent echoes we hear.
From so far-- is felt so near.
How 'all life's' precious, my dear. 
         
Dec (c) 1988/9-2011. Jacqueline Howett

I wrote this poem. 'Sands of time,' to my entry into America, when I seemingly fled as if with my life from Old England in 1988, at the beginning of the first Arab invasion, not long after the Arabs became educated in London. And while running away from all that was Europe in change, (it was also the beginning of the computer era.) I was looking back across the channel from my new Cape Cod style home right on the water in Falmouth, Maine relieved yet somewhat puzzled this was New England. Baxter Island was at my doorstep. A beautiful untouched landscape on rock where I frolicked with my two Pekinese dogs I had brought with me. I wrote three sessions a day to my novels and carried some bread and salami sticks on my walks, a habit I still had from living as a writer/hermit in the mountains of North Wales, UK, but I still dressed in my crazy London fashions when on occasion I went out to dinner. I was still blind to what Mainers were wearing. My walks across a bridge from my house to Baxter Island, was a solitary place for the death, dumb and blind, and yet, I felt this is what I had done to Europe for a time.

From a seat bench I looked across the waters to Old England at my whole life that seemingly was vanishing.
So I kept looking across the pond. On the other hand, I didn’t want to forget all I had lived up to this point on the other side across these oceans, as I hadn’t fully understood it. So, in my silence I kept looking just like a puppy dog or the caped lady in the movie, the lieutenant’s woman. After all, it was my place of birth, my roots. But the spirits had by now already moved me on and mingled me in with new faces and places yet to see. However, I was allowed to look across the ocean. It was as if God felt amused by my expression and yearning feelings to something I coudn’t describe or quite fathom yet. I had moved house several times, left the state, then returned to live in Portland, Maine, but I always drove or biked back to look. This time I found another outlet to the sea on a small stretch of beach that looked over across the water at the Cape Cod house surrounded by water on every side where I use to live, just passed a section called Back bay. Once again, I would reflect upon the time factor moving me along from the past. The people that had come and gone in my life since then, and how I continued to write all through it what ever came my way. I could still see old England from there. How often I would return and look when I was out on my bike, and this was a carry on I did until I left Maine. It had become a part of me. I wanted to hold on to it for as long as I could. I have a funny feeling that this time Maine, I am never coming back.

But who really knows...
So you see, I now carry a little of that with me.

I have another poetry book coming soon, called Sands Of Time, This poem will the opening of the book. Here is a glimpse of the book cover. Although it has been mentioned before, I thought it fitted in well here to give it another mention.

Jacqueline Howett Author of The Greek Seaman and Amorphous Angelic, Selected Poems and The secret Passion of Twins, (a short story).

My Poetry Book is now on Kindle Amazon, and for 99 cents

Jacqueline Howett is the author of The Greek Seaman. A seafaring novel.

Poetry eBook.  Amorphous Angelic (Selected Poems) By Jacqueline Howett is now available on Kindle Amazon.

Product Description. Amorphous Angelic, selected poems by Jacqueline Howett are Metaphysical poems of wisdom, death, rebirth, and the inner workings of the souls journey. They are also 35 selected poems of love, inspiration, wonder, visons, hope, faith and connecting to the higher self as well as with the sad & strange, to elevating out of darkness to reveal the mystery of life that cover an important time factor in the poets life between 1980-1985, while still living in London, England and have remained her most memorable since she moved to live in America.

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Amorphous Angelic Selected poems by Jacqueline Howett has  been published at Borders, amazon and local stores and is now available in some libraires. It is now finally here as a Kindle eBook at Amazon and will be at Smashwords in various formats soon and other venues in varied formats. You can now download right to your computer or gadget without a Kindle.

For a signed copy, please query me by E-mail at jacquelinehowett@yahoo.com Signed copies are twelve dollars. Place in E-mail description: Signed copy of Poetry book AA,

More Free samples of my poetry from my poetry book Amorphous Angelic, Selected Poems are posted at my website with my 'other poems'. Click on this link.

http://authorjacquelinehowett.weebly.com/my-other-poems.html

Enjoy!
Jacqueline Howett

Your my invisible friend who understands

Come, take my hand,
I'm your invisible friend who understands.
When you fly so high,
How did you expect them to understand?
You see, they never ever left the land,
Come, fly with me,
I'm your invisible friend who understands

©Jacqueline Howett 1984-2002-2011


Everybody is but the station along the way.
Some bring your fate and map your day,
Not one person can bring you everything,
With many on the way,
few will stay,
Maybe some you thought a life together would be,
Lead you on to tomorrow, to make you see,
How this life of uncertainty,
Needs 'faith' continually.

©Jacqueline Howett 1984-2002-2011