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Jenny Stites Poem
Live life to the fullest
Each and every day
No regrets or I'm sorrys
Let ever get in the way
Fufill your dreams and promises
To their utmost fullest extent
No halfway here, or somewhat there
Will ever leave you content
The book of rules to live by
Is buried deep within your soul
Live them, read them, abide by them
Only then will you reach your goal
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Heat enfolding around
Warmth continually surround
Pleasure taken from cold
Basking at my leisure
Encompassing treasure
Moisture licking foretold
From ankle to thigh you travel
As my body does unravel
From this flame you share
Caressing my neck you taste
Embroiling with your lack of haste
As you pet my skin
Fresh towel
out of the dryer behold
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This special day each year
I bring you flowers and love
Visiting with you for hours
While watching the clouds above
Drifting on
The days they go by quickly
Our special day is near
Every day since you left
I have visited with you here
In my heart
This year to my dismay
I can not travel to be with you
It tears me up inside
Like nothing more could ever do
I’m missing you
I will stop throughout the day
And share a memory with you
The flowers I will take home
For you can see them there too
Dear Dad
I hope I’ve made you proud
I’ve done my best to be strong
I spend each day striving
To do right and not wrong
I’m missing you
You taught me all I know
And raised me on your own
I want you to know dear dad
You are the king of my throne
I love you Dad
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I hate mornings, yes I do!
I hate mornings, don't you too?
Tripping across the ice cold floor;
Stumbling 'till I reach the door.
Then step into a nice warm shower;
Gee wish I could spend an hour.
Dry my hair and comb it too.
Boy wish I could find that shoe.
Grab a bite, then it's out the door.
BRRRRR, this is words than that icy floor.
It's off to work in a great big hurry;
Trying to ignore the immense snow flurry.
I hate mornings, don't you too?
There is too much hustle and bustle to do.
I hate mornings, and this is true!
I hate mornings, Yes I do!
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Together through the years......
you have traveled not only hand in hand,
but side by side,
soaking up the knowledge
and wisdom
from experiences and happenings
which the sands of time have sent
drifting into your path
on your journey through life.
Together through the years......
you have watched and endured
the temperament of mother natures' emotions
as she: watered you blossoming
flowers with tears both of joy and sorrow;
sent lightening showers of furry
down to open the eyes of those
who have forgotten
she can take care of her own;
and warmed the hearts and souls of many
as she hung the sun brightly in the sky.
Together through the years......
you have traveled many roads
and walked on many paths.
You have shared laughter
and tears, triumph and sorrow.
It has been 50 years
and you have traveled together,
lovingly side by side,
together through the years.
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TICK TOCK
Back in time we can not go
To change the past, of this we know
But hurt it does, when this we see
How for granted we took, of thee
TICK TOCK
Precious minutes, I now not waste
Passage marked, now not in haste
Cherished moments, few will be
Before she is taken, away from me
TICK TOCK
Borrowed time, you've given to us
But at a steep price, we must now fuss
Warning was given, to us with pain
Can not change this, have tried in vain
TICK TOCK
But cherish I will, of this be sure
Wasting not one, will be our cure
Cure from fear of you, you see
Fear of the moment she is taken from me
TICK TOCK
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Alive but dead
Here unseen
Crying out unheard
Bleeding uncut
From open wounds
You can't know
Problems don't exist
I am not here
Standing before you
Screaming with rage
At the pain shrouded
Damaged not scarred
Forever tainted
Open to all
Hiding from myself
To obscure the past
Transgressions not mine
Infractions to blame
Innocense lost
Aged years
No time passage
Who has lost
Time does not heal
Victims forever more
Suffer the children
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Time has blessed us
This I can not deny
But it isn't enough
Are the words I do cry
It's torture it's misery
Affliction and pain
Knowing of when
It will stop is no gain
Suffer us no more
Give us more time
What was our passion
Was it a crime
Inflicted upon us
This horrendous disease
End us this monster
Give us some ease
If you can't grant our wishes
Then give time and more
To speak of our hearts
Before closing the door
Just do so with temperance
Of pain and of grief
We will thank you so kindly
To grant this relief
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I am here
But they don’t see
Mr. Officer
You’re talking of me
You say tell a teacher,
A friend or you
But don’t you know
What happens if I do
I have a family to protect
Don’t you see
I am here
You are talking of me
No one has a right
To do what you’re saying
This isn’t a game
That I am here playing
If it happens to me
Then others will be safer
I take it on myself
To be the protector
I am only seven
This choice I have made
My silence is spoken
My life I will trade
I have a younger sister
It is her I protect
If it happens to me
Then her he will neglect
I have a mom
She’s happy you see
I will keep my little secret
It hurts no one but me
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