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Tamara Jennette Poem
She speaks to you in ways I never could. She holds your interest for
hours at a time. She makes you laugh. She makes you smile.
You gaze into her eyes and the whole world stops. You can't take your eyes off of her as she pulls you into her web.
You think I dont see it? You think I don't notice all the games you play? Or maybe you just don't care anymore. Its shameless.
You can't keep your hands off of her, touching her with such tender care. You wouldn't dream of hurting the poor darling.
She has your full attention always and she stays by your side constantly. But the both of you are careful to stay out of my reach. Are you afraid she will tell me all of your secrets?
You say she's so smart, but it doesn't take a genius to see that she's the reason we keep drifting farther and farther apart.
I only clean your house, and entertain your friends, take care of our children, cook your dinner, and bring you a paycheck every week. Yet I have to swallow your devoted and undying affection for her, while i am ignored. It's getting harder every day.
It's obvious who your loyalty belongs to. It's very clear who you want to spend your time with. Every bill we have would go unpaid before you'd let that money hungry out of your life.
This house isn't big enough for the both of us. So go on and get your intimate time in the bathroom with her while you still can. I know you look forward to those private moments alone.
But remember this....
she will drop you in the blink of an eye. She is unpredictable and can not last as long as I would have.
Her buttons can be easily pushed and she can't be trusted.
She's full of glitches.
She is high maintenance and she lies constantly.
And she will never ever be the warm, caring, sensitive and real woman that you want.
Because she is not real. She's a ing cell phone you moron! And I'll never be second to a cell phone again.
She can have you.
Copyright © Tamara Jennette | Year Posted 2022
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I'm not losing my grip,
though it may seem so.
I dont hate the journey,
but we're on different roads.
Everything is caving in,
and there's no room to grow.
Your words are just sounds
of promises unknown.
I'm too tired to hate,
but too let down to flow.
Love gets me up high,
then let's me down low.
It's hard to move on
if the wind never blows.
And the wind never blows.
And time never slows.
I'm not losing my grip.
I'm just letting go.
Copyright © Tamara Jennette | Year Posted 2022
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Tamara Jennette Poem
I called for my dearest oldest friend, on my death bed as I was reaching the end.
I said... “Before I am laid to rest, I need to get a few things off my chest.
And when I am finished please reply, so that in peace on my bed I can finally die.”
And I cried...
“In the beginning we walked hand in hand, building dreams and playing in the sand.
But it seems you changed and so did I. I wanted to walk and you wanted to fly.
It seems like you always had something to prove. You only slowed down, when I wanted to move.
You slipped away and quickly were spent. I'm still not sure exactly where you went.
I found true love, but it didn't find me. A new friend broke my heart and left it to bleed.
You came and healed me, drying my tears. To lose you again was by biggest fear.
So I tried to keep up and change with you. Your moods would swing from the sun to the moon.
You never stopped when I wanted to cry. You didn't even wait when my father died.
I went under the knife for the damage you've caused. The surgeon said it was all your fault.
You gave me gray hair at age 29. You were supposed to be on my side.
You ran out on me when I most needed you. But I must confess, that I hurt you too.
I took you for granted and made such a waste of all your chances and gifts that you gave.
I threw you away like yesterday's dinner. If I killed you would that make me a Saint or a sinner?
You've given me wisdom and taught me patience. For good memories, I will always be gracious.
There are things about you I could never love, but my mother warned me you could get tough.
You robbed me like a thief in the night! So look me in the eye! And tell me! Why?"
The room went silent as I peered in those eyes and you know my friend never could tell a lie. So I had to laugh at the reply....
"Tick Tock. Tick Tock”.....said my old friend, Time.
Copyright © Tamara Jennette | Year Posted 2023
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Tamara Jennette Poem
You like this dress I'm wearing?
It's more than what you see.
I've had it my whole life,
but time has changed it drastically.
We all wear a different dress
in different colors, styles and size.
The dress you wear right now,
tell people who you are inside.
Your dress isn't in a closet,
on a shelf, or display rack.
Your dress is how you carry
your life across your back.
My dress was way too big
when I was a younger girl.
I couldn't wait to grow up
and find my fit inside this world
Then it got too tight.
I had so many dreams.
Marriage, kids, and work
were all busting at the seams.
It came unraveled more than once,
calling for some real adjustments.
I had to lose some extra weight,
like heavy hate and salty grudges.
I've had blood and dirty stains
on the dress I had to wear.
And the ones I couldn't clean
are soaking in my mother's prayers.
My dress has been ripped open.
It's been torn and it's been patched.
It's been dyed and it's been faded
And it's been terribly mismatched.
Some say it's out of style,
but I don't like that phrase.
It's simply vintage darling,
So don't put me on your stage.
The runway that I've walked
has not been Gucci filled.
But it taught me how to walk
through pain in my high heels.
We all have a dress to wear.
Why do we gossip and tear down
those who trip and fall
and cant get off the ground?
If you don't like thier runway
or all the junk in her trunk,
maybe you should flip the lights
to see how far they've come.
The dress we all are wearing
will sometimes pull us down.
But your beauty is your walk.
So work your runway proud.
Copyright © Tamara Jennette | Year Posted 2022
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Tamara Jennette Poem
Please pass the patience,
and a little tolerance please,
to go with this big bowl of b.s.
that you have prepared for me.
Is that betrayal I smell
smothered in half baked lies?
Served with steamy hot secrets
and souped up alibis?
And of course, you've got plenty
of cheesy charm laid on thick.
Buttered up manipulations
give it just the right kick.
You even brought desert...
Self righteous apple pie!
And fact free accusations
are a favorite of mine.
You've really gone all out
But Im afraid I must refrain.
Ive got a craving for the truth
and I prefer to have it plain.
But I'll keep this icy glass
And fill it with a nice cold beer.
Here's to your guilty grub.
But I'm on a "fool fast". Cheers!
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JUMP!
In a panic she jumps out of bed, awakened by the popping of fire.
Trapped in her house quickly burning, the flames grow hotter and higher.
It engulfs her home with fury, destroying all she had built.
So many years up in flames suffocate her now with guilt.
She had carelessly left in the hall, candles of fear to burn low.
Old wires of self doubt in the attic should have been repaired long ago.
JUMP!
Flames jump in her path and her heels, chasing her to a window.
She is forced outside on it's edge, where a crowd gathers below.
Neighbors are quick to judge, believing her jump is her doom.
“Stay there and wait” they shout, “Help will be here soon!"
She gags and chokes on the thick smoke,
as clean air enters thier lungs.
They watch and point, but can not feel the pain of flaming sharp tongues.
JUMP!
Emotions jump wild through her heart, as the tears leave stains down her face.
Death whispers “peace” into her ear, with arms outstretched for embrace.
But to her own surprise she rises, looks Death in the eye and shakes...
an angry fist to all and cries…“EVERY BONE I HAVE MAY BREAK...
….AND I MAY NOT SURVIVE THIS FALL, BUT I'LL NO LONGER WAIT TO BE SAVED! BROKEN AND CRIPPLED, I'D RATHER LIVE, THAN TO MELT TO A COWARDLY GRAVE!"
And she JUMPS….
You could hear a pin drop as she leapt, out in faith that hot summer night.
The change in her life was obvious now. I had never seen such a sight!
Did she fall 3 stories down to her death? Or did she only break a few bones?
Ask yourself what you would have done out on that ledge all alone.
No matter how slim the chances or how much you think it will hurt,
face your fears and rescue yourself.... Of living and love, you are worth.
JUMP!
Tamara
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I'm not trying to leave you. I don't want an enlightening experience that will change me forever. I don't need to find myself. I've been right here all my life.
I'm not trying to run away from you to find some mid life desperate adventure. And I'm not searching for the meaning of my existence. I'm here because God put me here.
I'm not even trying to make you see through my window. Its not the greatest view, but its the one my life gave to me. I don't want to bore you with my thoughts.
I don't have the energy or even the desire to change you.
But....
I'm just not ready to let go of the butterfly's that I still get sometimes in my gut when your telling your friends some story that I've heard dozens of times already, but still have to smile when I watch you tell it.
I'm not ready to stomp out that last little hope of a spark that might still be somewhere under those cold logs in the fireplace.
I'm not ready to turn the song off yet. Its already been turned down so low by the years that I can barely hear it. I love that song. And you promised me once that you'd dance with me. So I just can't leave yet.
If I seem unhappy or if I act angry and cold, its only because I'm having a really hard time leaving the page that I never got to finish with you.
And I'm not ready to let go yet. Maybe tomorrow. But not today.
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Tamara Jennette Poem
This is how it feels sometimes when I try to communicate with my husband.
Hello. Welcome.
Would you like to connect?
Processing. Please wait.
Your husband is not responding.
Would you like to continue to wait or end the program now?
Signal lost. Attempting to reconnect.
Processing. This may take a few minutes.
You are back online.
It looks like you may have a virus in your relationship.
Would you like your marriage scanned for any viruses?
Yes? OK.
Your marriage counseling and anti virus protection will be two 30 minute sessions a month for only $99.99 per session.
Your credit card will be billed automatically each month.
X out. X out. I said X out!!!
Escape!
Control Alt Delete.
End the Marriage Virus Scan!
Yes! I'm sure!
Shut down. Restart.
Power on.
Please be patient. Loading ….
Please enter your password. Password incorrect.
Password still incorrect. Your caps lock is on. You have been locked out for the next hour for multiple attempts.
Reconnect another way.
Which of the following blurred pictures with confusing details has a happy couple in it?
Sorry. You are incorrect.
Please check your email for the secret code to log back into your marriage.
Sorry. Your session has timed out.
Welcome! You have successfully logged into your marriage.
Menu....Options....Make Love
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Cancel.
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Frozen.
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Before we can complete your request, you must do an update.
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You will shut down automatically and lose any unsaved data, patience, not to mention any desire to try this again.
Disconnected.
Goodbye.
03/21/22
Form J-Just Write Me a New Poem
Constance LaFrance
Copyright © Tamara Jennette | Year Posted 2021
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It's looking sunny right now on Poetry Soup! The poetry is coming in hot... but I can see some clouds of doubt hanging out there over some new writers.
So break out those cold icy laptops, because I'm predicting a warm front welcome to come in, mixed with some positive feedback. The low pressure and high challenging tides are going to be the beggining of a much needed storm of inspiration, flooding of opportunities, and a tsunami of new friendships.
But before you submit that poem, slow down a minute and take time to read the new poems under pressure out there. Try to extend an umbrella of helpful advice for those new members, some warm sunny feedback, or maybe a weather vane for those lost poems that just blew in. We don't evacuate storms here...we write them out!
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I entered a contest by Constance la France
Without reading the rules, I went on a rant!
Oh what patience this poetess has.
And even though I came in dead last...
I love the poems by Constance la France.
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