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Jessica Saltzer Poem
Sometimes I wonder if I use poetry as a crutch
To my emotions broken limbs
As if poetry is an outpatient outlet for my informative formalities
Passive aggressive tendencies
Rhyme disease
My apologies, I seem to forget the apostrophes
Like symbolic catastrophe
Heartache rhinoplasty
Augmentation of my weaknesses
I contain in my vial the audacity
Squirting literary illness on healthy bodies and souls
Because we're all dying,
And just trying to stay beautiful
-Jess
Copyright © Jessica Saltzer | Year Posted 2010
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Solitare is a game
Strategy? Suspense? Quite the game
I can remember the last card I drew
A meaningless red king
The king had nowhere to go
Nowhere to place himself
No queen to lay with
And there were the seven of them all in a row
I saw Jack and two
I read the numbers one by one
Ace in the hole
Then I lost the whole damn thing
The game of solitary confinement
The game of life?
The loss of the loss of himself
The gain of the plot of the wealth
The jibberishly mulled wine words of the mind
I am running out of time
And the time is now
-Jess
Copyright © Jessica Saltzer | Year Posted 2010
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Jessica Saltzer Poem
Winner winner chicken dinner
White meat protein makes me thinner
Nightly secret poultry truck
Feathers on my windshield, "Yuk!"
Here's to chicken at you kid
-Jess
Copyright © Jessica Saltzer | Year Posted 2010
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Jessica Saltzer Poem
I love the smell of coffee on my nose
I feel the energy at my fingertips
One sip
dark and ripe like the reddest rose
I admire the way I brew the tender the roast
Beans black and ground to dusty grit
I sit
enjoy its pigment smoked like blackened toast
Half is gone my mug stay waiting still
Warm and muddy juice slowly descend
I bend
throat partake like communion, my finest thrill
The smell of coffee lingers tepidly
on the rim among the vessel I hold
So bold
as like my drink I start my day off splendidly
-Jess
Copyright © Jessica Saltzer | Year Posted 2011
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I love soft green honeydew melon hues
I hate tear soaked soggy bathroom tissues
I must be heard each day with my voice so loud
Or somewhat overlooked via my head relentlessly in a cloud
I don't ride on two wheel bikes or 18 wheeler semi trucks
I simply move on two feet and two hands and run a muck
I am not a muck maker, however if I try to be careful I fail
I try to be smooth in my travels but simply derail
Choo choo, huff and puff this away
Type the morning mist away
Spring into summer today
The sun is shining the weather is cool
And messed through the dawn I am a renew and honey dew
Green sweet honey doo
-Jess
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The water fluttered under the glass boiling in envy of itself
Marching to the sleek inner coating along the candid sphere like a band of drums ready for war
bubbling in heavy camaraderie the steam spoke a final thought and charged on into the night
"why cant I always bubble with such dignity"
Hot chili peppers are so cold to the unknowing, red suit and all buttoned up for the battle to come
Like a solider awaiting his shining moment on the front line
they make their mark by the way they stand so still,
Still like the nutcracker who comes to life only when awoke by the cheffly magician
Like a dream they are waiting for magic to awaken their slumber
As the night rumbles on under the black pot handle
great snowy mountain rests its head it never rests
And then as best it can hot water takes a stand to be noticed
And the cool touch of my mixing bowl greets me
a sprinkling of browned sugar today
A nose of cinnamon to the taste
clear glasses all in a row
tumblers are tumbling across the floor on my toe
My kitchen dances along the symphony's beat
A sugar plum masterpiece of squash, steam, and meat
And my fork waltzes to the tunes it plays like a string instrument to the waltzing flowers floating their way downstream
I spill the spaghetti onto my shoe and the squash laughs a little
I sing to the waters tune and the flowers smile a little
A little more into the water I boil my egg friend and rinse him good
I am interested in what you have to say to me tomorrow
Rambling on to myself I am slightly dripping with sparkle and glee
My ballet of baking completes its final scene
I am scored from the day and seek pillows therapy
Turning down the lights I fear for the moment in my mind when I remember all their might be missed in my kitchen symphony
And all that was, and is, and what might be
As the tile lay still, cold as fallen snowflakes in the night, I rest my head and dream
And I awake again when standing behind the red curtain
-Jess
Copyright © Jessica Saltzer | Year Posted 2012
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Jessica Saltzer Poem
I am a mermaid
In my quiet sea
I see cloudless skies
I dream cloudless dreams
I bathe in my milk and honey
And seek no man no girl no money
I am swimming effortlessly
Ungrounded with no wings
And dreams
Oh by faith the dreams do me no harm ‘tall
I am merely a petal on a flower on the wall
Such peace to my drink of water is full
So many days and nights are blended together in my whirlpool
Sweet fruit of life and sugar all in un giving ways of waves
Waves my delight on by and join me
Mermaid I am here to dawn tomorrow on my feet and hands
Floating ‘til dusk on wet sand
Dreamer be no harm
Dreamer peace in my arms
Calm to light and day to dawn
Mermaid still away
Steal today from my skin shining and dripping in the chill of fall shoreline
Supple
Smooth
Young as air
I am a mermaid there
-Jess
Copyright © Jessica Saltzer | Year Posted 2010
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Translation unknown
Translates to...
Understated home
Undecided to condone the manifestations
"Translation?"
Expect the unexpected
Expectation
Word to the wise, no rule to be to great'n
Unleash and treat it like multiplication
Triple down the system of the equation
Confusion
Placement
Solution
-Jess
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Readers beware
A scrambled mix of puzzlement
Pieces everywhere
Fingers, toes
Eyes, Nose
In the new world
Find our first corner
New start to finding a match
Attach
Compare the choices in the pile
In the box..
Think outside the box!
New strategy you are growing wise
Upside down to right side
Inside our minds it's the puzzle
Jumble
We find order in the chaos
Love the way its made to be solved
Each pawn is a perfect hunt
Nothing short of brilliance will make or break this game of life
It's meant to be unraveled
Unscrambled
Unhinged and re hinged,
'Til the pieces fit
'Til the sequence of shapes link up into our story
No, its not brilliance, it's time
Time to sit down with the unanswered questions
No one knows more than the other, there's only one way to solve this puzzle
The pieces need played
There are all in front of you
Right there
Grab a choice, if it's wrong, remember it
Somewhere aside
"I know I will need that one again"
It's not necessarily strategy, all though game plan is helpful
Like life
Strategy can be strategic, but outcome uncertain
Outcomes can be misleading,
Not pleasing
Choose to stick to the ultimate goal
to make them pieces all fit into one
to make it seem worth the time you spent
to solve the jigsaw
-Jess
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Welcome to the world
Whenever I feel like turning back I continue on
I take left in 500 feet
Near the whitest curb
And follow through
I see the brand new
You and me equals me alone
You and I is not quite home
Trust no one there, and no one from the dome
Its like the “say and do” are “no and calm”
I can’t speak for you
I can’t speak to you
I can’t speak
I can eat
I can sleep
I can crumble to my feet
In a pile of mess and un -neat
In a drum of deadbeat
In a slum of red meat
And I am there in the bean bag chair with messy hair and a blank stare with out a care
Where have it, and I, and them all gone?
Where is he, and was he then when I stood strong?
Lie and shake, and ache, and quake ‘til dawn.
Noise and hate, and spat, and date him wrong.
In the wrong
So right now
I am stamping this page of white with heart of red
I’m living ,living, living here ‘til I’m dead
I’m messed up in the head
I’m a freakin' mess for ink and lead
Die the next page of white; I cry in letter form
Next to the freakin' door on the floor, and I swore
I would love him no more
I hate him no more
I love me now and I tore the pages of the past onto the floor
Onto a flame
And there they burned away
And here I came
Jess
Copyright © Jessica Saltzer | Year Posted 2010
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