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Shawn Jones Poem
OLD FOLKS ARE WORTH A FORTUNE
Old folks are worth A fortune
With silver in their hair, gold in
Their teeth, stones in their kidneys,
Lead in their feet and gas in their stomachs
I have become more social the passing
Of the years. I’m seeing five gentlemen every day
As soon as I wake, will forever help me
Get out of bed, Then I go to the John.
Then Charley Horse come along and when he leave
Arthur Rites shows up and stays the day,
He doesn’t stay in one place he likes to take me.
From joint to joint, after A busy day I’m glad to go to bed
With Ben Gay
My Minister said I needed to think of the hereafter
I told him I do all the time if I’m in the basement-
upstairs or in the kitchen- I ask myself “Now, What
am I here after
BY: Adella Jackson MY MOTHER
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Shawn Jones Poem
SHINERS
SHINERS, TAKES THE PAIN
GIVING LOVE AND LITTLE GAIN
THEY TAKE CARE OF THE HOLE
THAT’S IN MY HEART
GIVING MY CHILD HOPE AND A NEW START
SO I GIVE MY PART FOR OTHERS
AS MY CHILD SETS IN A CHAIR
MAKING HIS WAY ON WHEELS
LIFE I KNOW IS NOT FAIR
BUT SHINERS IS HERE
THEY REALLY CARE
I SEE IT IN MY CHILD EYE’S
IN THE WATER AS HE PLAYS
GIVING THAT SMILE AWAY
FOR MORE THAN ONE DAY
WE CAN FEEL
THAT SHINERS IS FOR REAL
SO GIVE JUST A LITTLE BIT HERE
SO MY CHILD CAN MAKE IT THERE
IN A BIG HOSPITAL OF LOVE
AS I TAKE THE ELEVATOR UP ABOVE
TO THE FLOOR
TO SEE MY CHILD ONCE MORE
GIVE HIS SMILE AWAY
FOR MORE THAN ONE DAY
SHRINERS, SHRINERS
THANK YOU FOR TAKING CARE OF MINE
AND OTHERS THAT SHINE
By; Shawn Jones
03/03/09
THE WORLD AROUND ME WITH SONGS AND POETRY
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Shawn Jones Poem
TIC TAC TOE
I DON’T PLAY TIC TAC TOE ANYMORE
I’M JUST INTO THE EXE’S YOU SCORE
I ONCE WAS A SQUARE
FULL OF CIRCLES IN MY HAIR
BUT NOW I COMPARE
AND DRAW A LINE
THROUGH EVERY EXE‘S OF MINE
SO ARE YOU READY TO CROSS THE LINE
I’M WORTH THE RIGHT PRICE
SOON THERE BE RICE
THREE FOR THREE CROSS WITH ME
I’M STILL CIRCLING WITH MY HAIR
BUT I’M NOT GOING TO EXE’S YOU OUT
EVEN AFTER YOU CROSS THAT LINE
AND LEAVE ME BEHIND
LET’S TAKE THE TIME
NOT PLAY THAT GAME SHINE
I’M HOPING YOU’RE THE LAST EXE’S OF MINE
WITH MORE CIRCLES IN MY HAIR
SO ARE YOU READY TO CROSS THAT LINE
I DON’T PLAY TIC TAC TOE ANYMORE
I’M JUST INTO THE EXE’S, YOU SCORE
I ONCE WAS A SQUARE
FULL OF CIRCLE IN MY HAIR
BUT NOW I COMPARE
THROUGH EVERY EXE’S OF MINE
SO ARTE YOU READY TO CROSS THE LINE
BY; SHAWN JONES
03/03/09
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Shawn Jones Poem
I HAVE A CARD THAT SAYS
GET OUT OF JAIL FREE
Hey, I got a
House but you still
Go to hotels
Now I am on community treasure chest
And you are way over there
Paying again
We seem to go
Corner to corner
But you been around
And around
When will you land on me
Hey, I got paid
This must be my day
I try to save my money
While you’re out spending
Honey, I know it’s just a house
But to me it is a home
I have a card that says get out
Of jail free
Now where are you
I still have 200 bucks
And it adds up to a lot
And now I got my
Train together
And you are off
The track and in jail
BY; SHAWN JONES
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Shawn Jones Poem
SADDLE IT UP WITH A BOUNCE
SADDLE IT UP WITH A BOUNCE
GIVE US THAT HOOP OF RESPONSIBILITY
SEE US MOVE EVERY OUNCE
IN TO THE NET OF SUCCESS
IN OUR OWN DIFFERENT WAY
THERE’S TIME FOR HORSE PLAY
LET’S RIDE BOUNCING THAT BALL
GROWING UP NICE AND TALL
SADDLE IT UP, SADDLE IT UP
WITH A BOUNCE
TWO DIFFERENT BROTHERS
AND A COWGIRL SISTER
REACHING UP HIGH
RIDING ON BY
GIVING EACH A PART OF THE SKY
YOU ARE THE REASON WHY
SADDLE IT UP WITH A BOUNCE
DON’T SET ON THE COUCH
MAKE SOMETHING OF YOURSELF
TRY IT JUST BE YOURSELF
BY: SHAWN JONES , DATE 02/17/09
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Shawn Jones Poem
PURE AS SOUR CREAM
PURE AS SOUR CREAM
MY LIFE IS JUST A DREAM
SO MANY THINGS
MY EYE’S FILL AND BEAM
TASTING THE DAISY
SAYING LOVE ME, LOVE ME NOT
I JUST WANT TO TIE THE KNOT
BUT HE’S TO LAZY
MAKING MORE THAN DIP FINE
I WANT HIS LIPS TO SIP MINE
WHY HE TRIES TO SPLIT
I FEEL THE END OF THE PIT
AS HE TOUCHES MY TIT
PURE AS SOUR CREAM
MY LIFE IS JUST A DREAM
SO I SET IN A BOWL
FEEL COLD AND LOW
STILL HE TAKES A BITE
YET NOT OF ME
JUST SOUR CREAM DIP SO LITE
AS I PULL ON HIS DAISY
SAYING LOVE ME, LOVE ME NOT
BY: SHAWN JONES
12-22-08
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Shawn Jones Poem
You’re naked beneath me
You’re naked beneath me
I could hear all the noises
I could feel your skin
So
Even your heart beat
But we are apart
So what I am trying
To say I want you
Here
I want you beneath
Me again
Are you here?
You’re so beautiful
With your hair back
I look into your
Eyes I know you
Don’t want to go
Your toes are rubbing me
You’re naked beneath
Me
Please let it be
I miss you
And love you
I miss your
And love you
Your toes are rubbing me
BY: SHAWN JACKSON
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Shawn Jones Poem
SHE DANCES ON IN
NOT SURE OF WHAT’S IN STORE
THEY LOVE HER MORE
SHE DANCES ON IN
FLYING COLORS
HEARING YOUR VOICE
WITH LIPS SO MOIST
SHE’S NOW WITH HER WIFE
DOES IT MAKE IT RIGHT
LOVE IS WHERE YOU FIND IT
IN A PERSON DREAM YOU HAVE IT
GIRL OR BOY , MAN OR WOMAN
TO WOMAN, MAN TO MAN
MOVE TO MOVE , WORD TO WORD
WE ARE WHO WE ARE
LOVE MAKES US STRONG
SO WE FEEL LIKE WE BELONG
SHE DANCES ON IN
WITH A LADY NOT A MAN
CAN MY MOM DO THE TABLE
AS WE DANCE I KNOW SHE’S ABLE
READY TO MEET US WITH A SOFT TOUCH
ELLEN DEGENERES
THE ELLEN SHOW
BY: SHAWN JONES
DATE 10/10/09
NOT SURE OF WHAT’S IN STORE
THEY LOVE HER MORE
SHE DANCES ON IN
FLYING COLORS
HEARING YOUR VOICE
WITH LIPS SO MOIST
SHE’S NOW WITH HER WIFE
DOES IT MAKE IT RIGHT
LOVE IS WHERE YOU FIND IT
IN A PERSON DREAM YOU HAVE IT
GIRL OR BOY , MAN OR WOMAN
N TO , MAN TO MAN
MOVE TO MOVE , WORD TO WORD
WE ARE WHO WE ARE
LOVE MAKES US STRONG
SO WE FEEL LIKE WE BELONG
SHE DANCES ON IN
WITH A LADY NOT A MAN
CAN MY MOM DO THE TABLE
AS WE DANCE I KNOW SHE’S ABLE
READY TO MEET US WITH A SOFT TOUCH
ELLEN DEGENERES
THE ELLEN SHOW
BY: SHAWN JONES
DATE 10/10/09
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Shawn Jones Poem
She spoke a bad word
You could feel a deep sea
This was a young woman who’d been
Through a lot with her family and ex-husband
And now her father dying
Yet she recovered quickly to be
With her children she was not
Going to let her ex win
She loved her children so much
She beginning to write down
Each ward
Then she spoke we all
Know she was not
We could see it in her
Big brown eyes, feel
The pain as you touch
Her hand, yet she was
Out in 7 days
Her lawyer made sure of that
Give her time and she
Will talk for hours about
Her pain and smile because
Someone listened and began
To feel her voice speak
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Shawn Jones Poem
GO AHEAD CATCH
THE KEY TO MY RIDE
Go ahead catch a ride on me
Feed my mind when you’re with theirs
Become one with our wings
Catch a ride any size, Drop on by
Like a kite you’re in my wind
Go ahead drop a line, Put on that key
Become that tree as we dangle in the sky
Scarce free of electricity
Go ahead catch a ride on me
See the light as the rain hits
You and I drop on by feeling my wind
As the saddle touches our skin
Go ahead catch the key to my ride
You and I now became the key
To electricity
By Savannah Jones MY DAUGHTER
December 3, 2008
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