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Spice of Life: Meet Jade

Post by nekot » Sat Mar 01, 2008 9:37 pm

I enjoy variety and truly believe it is the spice of life. People come in the most varieties of all; no two are exactly the same. I believe each person has a significant gift to share and a unique journey to live.

The Pages are not lacking in these givers and journeyers who share their insights, joys, traumas, imaginations, hopes, despairs, fantasies, fictions, beliefs, and doubts via the written word in prose, poetry, stories, and quips.

I have laughed many a time and cried many a time, as I have sat with mouse in hand reading these Pages and sharing my own heart. Folks here are an inspiration to my soul and have been a catalyst for significant growth in my own life. I have witnessed a mutual respect among this variety of souls that if duplicated in our world, would make it a better place. :bow:

Scroll down for a little spice from Jade..... :grin:


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Re: Spice of Life: Meet Jade

Post by nekot » Sat Mar 01, 2008 9:40 pm

Jade joined Poetry Pages May 22, 2004.

Scroll down to meet Poetry Pages' Jade ... :grin: ....

Name: Amanda Bridgette Angel Frazier - But I go by my nick name a lot... Jade.
Age: I'm 21, born December Seventh, 1986. I'm a Sagittarius. I'm agnostic.

I live currently, and until 2012, in Baumholder, Germany.
I like to write... to read... to cook... and do cross stitch. I also like to take care of my poetry site Undyingmuse.com. I am currently unemployed. I am spending as much time with my husband before he deploys to Iraq. I have already been offered a job as a bank teller here in Germany for after he deploys.

What led me to start writing: I've been writing poetry since I was nine years old. At that time my brother, Jason who was six years older than me, had an assignment for school; he had to write a poem. He asked for my help with it and I gave it. The next day, I found an ad in Writer's Digest Magazine for a thousand dollars if you wrote a poem, entered it, and won. Jason and I wrote something for the contest, but we never entered the poem. I haven't stopped writing since.

I've been published in three books here on poetrypages.com. Those books are:
1. Poetry from the Dark Side Vol. I
2. Poetry from the Dark Side Vol. II
3. Poetry Pages Vol. V

What inspires me to write: Mostly things I've been through. But here lately I find my inspiration through picture poetry. (If you're not familiar with that, I'll be happy to elaborate.) The setting that I have to write in is silence. Sometimes I listen to instrumental music... no words. Then I find my own story line to go with the beats...

My favorite poem that I have written: Well, its difficult to chose. But I'll go ahead and give you two that I wrote as tributes to my husband.


Off at War

I closed my eyes, basked myself in the sound
of my mothers voice
as she told me of my father.
How he loved her more than any man
could love a woman.

I never really understood
what she meant when she said
how alive she felt in his arms
Just as I never really understood
how her spirit died as he rode off to war.

He wrote her everyday it seemed.
Every morning She waited for the postman
to tell her that he was ok.
And every evening she would hang
his words
in gold frames on the walls
of her steadily weakening heart.

And time dragged on.
I grew older,
my mom grew colder,
his letters eventually stopped.
I can remember the day mom cried to me
I was only five years old
but I knew that
my Daddy wasn't coming home.

It took almost twenty years
to see what my mom saw
to know what my mom knew.
Today as I watch you board the plane
regretfully I say
I finally understand.

Link: Off at War


My Valentine, My soldier

With a blissful heart,
fullfilled and playful in love
I dedicate the following words to you.

Agony hangs a determined cloud above our future
separating the physical us so soon into our union.
We have not started to build effortlessly
onto this course we chose.
You must enter tomorrow strong willed
for the arduous journey which lies ahead
will linger and tire your heart.

The pain that I will suffer
I can not describe but do foresee.
Still I shall continue to
commit myself into the covenent of loyalty
to my soldier for this moment
and for all the seasons of our lives.

In the hardest times,
in your doubtful times,
I wish for you the craft of recollection-
remembrance of my undiminished
measureless affection.

Hung down close beside your heart
you carry our band of love;
Cleave to this and the memory
in which it is beholden to.

Times will better for us, my dear
and we will know ecstasy
with the endearment of each other
far longer than we will know
the misery of without.

The cause for this letter
is to delight your mind in realization
that I, testify if I must,
will be awaiting your return

I shall be wanting for your safety
on your troublesome journey
and My heart travels with you
everywhere you trek
until I'm in your arms again
yours trully
your Valentine

Links: My Valentine, My soldier // My Valentine, My soldier

Thank you Jade! You are beautiful.... :hello:
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Re: Spice of Life: Meet Jade

Post by nekot » Sat Mar 01, 2008 9:42 pm

I had the privilege of sharing a meal with Jade before she moved to another part of North Carolina and then off the Germany. She is a beautiful lady with wisdom beyond her years. I also enjoy posting at her poetry forum, Undying Muse. It is an honor to have gotten to know a bit of her heart. :bow:

Scroll down to taste a few of my favorites penned by Jade....


Shy Away from God

He asked me why I shyed away from God --
Why the all knowing, all loving being
was a touchy topic to talk about.....

I shuttered between my grumbles
rolling back the irritated green eyes that
he compliments
and I said
"I don't know... "

I suppose I sit here and try to believe
that God is All Loving....

But I can't.

Instead I sit here and throw my attempts at
how he could love and let die....
the innocent -- the young -- the beautiful souls
how he could be so vain, so cruel
to have them praise his existance
and then take away the joy of their days

I tried to know him once ...
Searching in the pages of my brothers
I brought confusion and distrust--

Out of the root of my being
I brought pain

So to answer that question...
why I shy away from God....
I guess its because I wonder
if he is as great as everyone says.....
then why did he stop loving me?

View it here: Shy Away from God


The Dirty Invalid

She went there everyday
slipping in the front door,
limping like some three-legged dog,
clad in the same dirty clothes
she wore the previous week.
Toting on her shoulders some green-
some forest green backpack,
new and almost unused,
everyone noticed her.

I pondered her story often
but dared not near the young lass;
she seemed to desire her privacy so.
But my mind imagined moments
of merely making friends with the maiden.
She deserved a friend-
she needed someone I perceived.

She spoke to me once.
Asked me where the laboratory was located.
I responded as well took the opportunity
to joke carelessly about the war
in hoping to rouse some merriment
or even any animation other than her sullen silence.
But her sense of humor was jagged
and she let not an expression cross her face.

I pictured her hair let down and curly-
cleansed completly to the echo of a princess.
I saw her face washed to a smooth
a gentle and unworried gleam
leaving nothing unholy from her beauty.

I imagined her lips the sea
and I Moses to part them
revealing her heavenly smile to the world.
The world who thought her blantantly cold and inhuman
and incapable of ever beholding such elegance
as I saw in her.

Some might have thought me mad
if I had let known my wonderings.
So without their presence about me one evening,
I placed a rose at her seat
prior to her entrance.
It was an attempt, I admit,
to simply rustle up emotion
mainly to see her blush.
But to my dismay, she viewed the rose,
passed it by
and sat elsewhere thinking it to someone else.

My attempts to uplift her saddened spirit,
(or so it seemed to be saddened)
became more often and with more eagerness
for now it become more of an addiction.
Each time I failed miserably at my task.
Each time I wondered
did she really not notice it all.
And with each day I yearned more and more
to see her smile.

Alas with patience no longer
nor care of the thoughts of my peers
I took the seat next to my lady.
She moved none and spoke none
except for the mumbling of her book.
I, however, coversed freely and openly
to the miss whose attention obviously
was in some other universe.
But I versed- I practically sang to her
of my entire life,
telling her things I told no one.

At last, she closed her book,
set her georgous eyes upon me,
and for the first time
her glossy white teeth were revealed.
"You are a silly man," she said laughing
putting her novel away in ther green sack.
I was shocked into silence
leaving my mouth slightly dropped in amazement.
She lifted herself and pushed in her chair.
Then she turned and limped out the door.
But this time,
this time she had smiled.

View it here: The Dirty Invalid

You played for Me

You patted the soft linen sheet beside you
"Come sit down, beautiful.
Listen to your song."
You wrapped your long magical fingers
around the neck of that acoustic guitar
and you draped your long
classically light brown hair
down to ride the strings.
The mood was melancholy -
The song, you said, was called "The Age of Dreams."

I closed my eyes and consumed your enchanting melody.
The softest strokes of any tune I had ever heard you play.
You rattled the windows and the door with your tender love-making.
I had never been so at peace.

You were my comfort.
Your angelic music was the truth in my cold denial.
You had written me the perfect song
bleeding the perfect jaded story out
through your fingertips.

You ended and I realized once again
Just how lucky I was to have you.
My heart pounded, striking the walls of my chest.
I had thought that I could only know darkness and pain
yet, as you looked upon my crying face,
in your eyes, I swear I saw the sun shine again.

View it here: You played for Me

Jade's Archives: At The Muse: Jade // At The Pages: Jade

Thanks Jade!! :hello:
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