Art & Poems By Me – Debbie LoJacono-Vasquez

With my whole being, body and soul, I will shout joyfully to the living God. Even the sparrow finds a home, and the tiny swallow builds her nest and raises her young at a place near your altar (Psalm 84:2,3)

This is a blog where I am hoping to post my art & poems (see the right side bar for recently posted titles).  If you find them useful in a song or story, use them freely. I really don’t care. I am not a poet or professional writer. I actually am a programmer. But I also like to write poetry and do art. Go figure. I admit I am a bit of an unstructured heady crack pot with too much meta spaghetti in my brain. I utterly abuse the English language and really have no business writing creatively. But here I am and here is my stuff. I hope you can enjoy the snippets that I share here. Cheers.

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Swallow’s Nest

There is hope, the swallow ushers spring
yes, we will love again.
Loss. Death.
Nature’s cruelty whim, excuses not nor offers reasons.
Still the swallow prepares his lover’s den for their reunion of new seasons.
In darkness of our winter’s endless night
we will soon take comfort in the swallow’s flight
— me 2010

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Pervigilium Veneris

(excerpt from An offered translation Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine, June 1843)

She sings, but I must silent be:—When will the spring-tide come for me? When, like the swallow, spring’s own bird, Shall my faint twittering notes be heard? Alas! the muse, while silent I Remain’d, hath gone and pass’d me by, Nor Phœbus listens to my cry. And thus forgotten, I await, By silence lost, Amyclæ’s fate.

(poem written in Rome by unknown around 300AD)

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(Disclaimer: I use images on this blog of other artist’s prints or photographs as well as my own. Where I use other artist material, I provide a reference and a link for you to check out and even purchase their work if you are so inclined. Some of the material in my poems are more mature and adult therapy like in nature, so please be forewarned. I am not in any way twisted or vulgar. I am really a kind hearted, nice woman. I just am deep psychologically/emotionally and wrote poetry at times in my life to work out shadowy issues. Please stop reading if anything offends you, and understand that much of my blunt honesty and harshness comes from a place of grieving that darkness in the world)