Biography
A young performance poet from Bradford, a person who has not been long on this earth, but spent a great deal of it on and off stages. With interests ranging from acting to singing to playing bass guitar in a local band; he takes all of this experience, throws in a real enthusiasm for performance and poetry and creates from it an act that even he himself is proud of!
Samples
An Unconventinal Love Your two eyes, wrinkled from the wisdom of the aging process. As I stare into them I feel a sweet sense of regress, And yet your skin is still fresh, that light brown body, Simply carved into perfection by some higher power. Your scent, of spice, whispering tales of foreign places, Causing senses of delight in many smiling faces And as I move you closer to me, I yearn to taste you But I know if I start There will be no stopping me. Your clothing is minimal, Your invisible jacket confuses me, but it must be there, as it has visible buttons, But I don’t care, As you are there, And when I have eaten you all up, your many clones will stare at me from blessed windows around every town and city. As you are my gingerbread man. And you taste so sweet. Stand You stand there, that dumb look on your face. Our own little court jester, Who doesn’t realize the laughter is at her, Not with her. I remember you when you were had potential, To be queen. You had opinions, intelligence and willpower. And you threw it away for a hat given to you by those not of your kind. This court needs you think, So go, play with the peasants. You wanted to impress them, So please, go join them. Or just stand here. But don’t expect us not to leave. Love Sickness The room is too warm, he lies there, In his bed in the center. Death hangs above, his loyal mistress, Come back to kill his pains with love. Hot sweat forms, it slides off his face, As he works into heat. The sheets are stifling, they hit the floor, He lies naked, bare before mistress. His breaths come faster as he enters, The arms of those beside him. Breathing in the sweet cherished air, From life and death. He begins to move faster, pressing against, His lover for this final night.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Blog entries by Jordan
A poem dedicated to my girlfriends parents: (02/05/2009)
I'm baaack... (19/02/2009)
An Unconventional Love (09/11/2008)
The Aged (26/08/2008)
Tears Haiku (25/07/2008)
The Masked and Unmasked Man (28/06/2008)
Fiction (11/06/2008)
Dreaming (03/06/2008)
These Hands (01/06/2008)
Love Sickness (10/04/2008)
Blog link: https://www.writeoutloud.net/blogs/jordan
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Comments
"Killing our pain with love"... it numbs the pain, but unless we can love without the pain it does not last...
darren thomas
Mon 23rd Feb 2009 08:23
Hi Jordan - thanks for your recent comments. I've seen you perform at Hebden and was astonished at your level of performance around your words. Keep it up.
Hi Jordan, No apology necessary... We are still in business and look forward to your return.
thanks for reading and commenting upon Nearly Nine, I liked your "War Poem" and the returning Helen of Troy line. Good story line feel to it. Winston
Hi Jordan... Not seen you in hebden since we moved to the upstairs room in the Hole in the wall, It's a great venue, it would be good to see you down there if you can make it. Winston
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winston plowes
Wed 7th Oct 2009 12:38
Good show last night Jordan... Enjoyed. Shame about the change of day. Good luck. Winston