Best Jacque Poems
Where have all the fairies gone
where do they go at night.
Do they take to the wing
and off they go in flight?
I thought that they were down
at the bottom of the garden path,
so when i'm in the garden
I look close down in the grass.
So why is it that when
I am tucked up in my bed
I can hear them laughing,
Or is it in my head?
I wish that I could tell you
just where those fairies be,
But when I go and look for them
they always seem to flee.
We've even had a fairy ring
upon our lawn appear,
But even then our search for them
they seem to disapear.
One day I'll find the fairies
but till then, even if I fail,
Il'll always believe in them
it's not a fairy tale.
Jacque Lee
Get me inside quickly and as fast as you can,
please turn the time travel dial to September 1963
Get me to a post office in Washington, D.C.,
so I can send an important letter to Jacque Kennedy.
The letter will tell her about her newest son, Patrick,
ahead of time I will give her his four pound birth weight.
To prove I am ahead, and I know what I am talking about,
I will tell her about my time travel, and warn her of the fate
And that her husband, President John F. Kennedy
is in grave danger, warn her on November 23rd, 1963,
If she lets him go to Dallas and ride in an open limousine,
he will be assassinated at her knee.
Trip number two, will bring me to February 1968,
but I will stay in the same post office. Here is the thing.
I will write a detailed letter to Coretta Scott King,
warning her about the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King.
To prove that I am reliable I will tell her that January 30th,
1956 is the day a bomb
will go off on her porch, but it will not hurt anyone.
After a little sandwich, and a drink in a cold fountain,
I will now dial up August 14th, 1969, and head to the
Catskill Mountains,
It will be splendid to be the first to arrive,
At Woodstock, a day ahead of the crowd
of 400, 000, now I am feeling truly alive.
I will be civil, not puffed up or proud.
I will spend three glorious days enjoying the music here,
enjoying the hip-hugging bell-bottoms, dairy cows, staying clear
of the bra-less women and the minds that are a bit unclear.
My last trip is easy. I will return to two days ago, and from breakfast
re-do that entire day.
I was pretty mean to my husband,
and I would like to stop myself from acting that way.
Magazines and jewelry
Nothing shows your age faster
I see a broach and think “That is from the 40’s or 50’s.”
Mink stoles were from the 30’s to sixty’s depending on the style.
Mushroom canister sets excite my 1970’s self.
Teenage movie magazines from the 50’s and 60’s
are easy to recognize.
The disco stuff with the faux fur vests and
tight striped pants for men. 80’s.
I look at old magazines from the 60’s and
I know most of the players.
Maybe all of them.
I recognize Dr. Martin Luther King, Jacque O and Marilyn for sure.
Lucy and Desi, Tab Hunter and Natalie Woods.
Pink cars? From the 50’s and 60’s probably.
Turquoise cars? Not as easy.
Turquoise cars made a comeback in the 90’s.
But the style might help.
It used to be I could name the year of any car
built from 1955 through 1980.
I doubt I could do that anymore.
Having moved on to other interests.
The Checker and the Mercury Marquis do not count.
They never wavered much from their own status quo.
I visit antique stores and smile.
Recognizing things from my childhood.
Everything from my childhood is in an antique store including me.
I feel totally fine about it. It is the natural order of life.
"Hey, isn't that what's his name?" Uh-oh.
Life is confusing sometimes
At least it has been for me
I was Mom’s “change of life” baby
two siblings far older
change in the birth certificate
three days spent as Marilyn
then I became Carolyn
not many toys in our city home
so I started jumping off things
graduated from steps to trees
then my preference changed to roofs
fearless always, perhaps foolishly so
but I sensed my limitations
at three I was standing on my head
spinning like a top
ran faster, jumped higher
than boys on my block
walked tall on stilts
bounced on my pogo-stick around the block
hid my frog “Pierre” in the garage
acrobat lessons for eight years (Hurray!)
but Mom wanted to make a lady of me
ballet didn’t change this tomboy
went to the state spelling championship
but at age 12, I couldn’t spell “murmur”
and the oddest books I read as a child:
“Lincoln the Unknown”
“How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”
Jacque Cousteau’s “Silent World”
traded my pig tails for mini skirts
cheerleading for the high school football team
still love the sport today
recruited by the ice hockey coach
to teach boys how to skate backward
recruited by the boys’ gymnastics coach
to flip and vault as team members scowled
captain of my college speech and debate team
first freshman to win the Peace Oratory contest
judged by Princeton University professors
writing has supported me all of my life
from high school to the present
first a copywriter, then a journalist
humorous verse is my favorite
some family members say I’m a “wit”
They’re only half right :D
*October 18, 2014 by Carolyn Devonshire
Friends, I’ve got a flu now and hope to be well enough
to return comments soon.
Dialogue
When 2 people each have a glass of wine, and listen to the others viewpoint
Debate
When 2 people each drink a bottle of wine and make damn sure the other person knows they are right, both argue until one falls asleep.
Battle
when each person drinks 6 bottles of wine each, fiercely argue their point, breaking all 12 bottles in half to be used as weapons of convincing, until both lie in a pool of blood.
War
When each side drinks 6 bottles of wine rounds up all the villagers and they each drink 6 bottle of wine, and attack the other village for not agreeing to their point of view. When one village is almost wiped out then the other side with all their wounded wine drinkers, then declares victory.
United Nations
When to stop the two sides from debating their opinions in war like manner, they come and set a boundary between the two villages. Of course because they are unarmed, they bring cases of wine to give to both sides, to sooth the wounded and calm down the rest. Any minor conflicts are resolved with a glass of wine and a mediator.
A Vineyard somewhere in France
ahh Jacque, regarde, look, this beautiful vineyard of grapes, and this beautiful summer morning! ah oui oui tres beaux! Yes Monsieur Antoine, so true, what a wonderful trade, satisfying the thirst of people and knowledge, that you bring such peace and protection to the world, Antoine truly, bless you.
Linda, you think that too?
I did not want to tell you, but since Jacque did.
Wait a second! You think I have road rage?
I have known them both for almost 60 years, but
they still betray me,
creeping at me with judgements, pretending to "help me"
Two childhood friends, doing a road rage intervention.
I am incredulous,
argumentative,
irritated,
ready to pack their stuff for them, and push them out the door.
I hope they will like their little 4 mile hike back to my house.
She scours the globe
With a culturally diverse appetite
Her lustful journey
Juan…Vino…Butch…Jacque...Rami...Pierre
No country is off limits
No country is safe
Her lustful journey
*For David's Dish contest
(fact)
A father figure you trying to be.
Are you crazy, are you stupid
Jacque Andre is my father's name,
why would you want to be him.
For his one of a kind mentally crazy.
your freakage life style doesn't run in my family
Not by the second,nor by the minute.
Who in the world would be attracted to they own family.
It's disgusting and gross, I think I will vomit.
Loving your family is one thing.
But to pass beyond that boundaries is sicking as can be.
That type of love is not a love a parent can forfil.
So to try to be a father figure from being just a men.
I think you have a problem and it's not me.
majestic Forest
smells of freash earth and warm sun
green and brown painting
Jacque Graham
11/3/11
My blou bul “girl”
Sy gee my die “thrill”
Sy is die ene,
Sy het die mooste bene.
Die een vir wie ek lewe.
Sy is my alles.
Baie beter as Jacque Kallis
Die rede hoekom ek slaap,
En opstaan in die oggend.
Ek sal haar die wereld gee,
Saam met die groot blou see.
Haar van is Kyle.
Sy het die pragtigste smile.
A missionary and a serial killer are not that way born.
Both evolved by the environment each experienced and individually came from.
If you switched both at birth with the other’s environment,
your otherwise missionary would end up a killer and your otherwise killer a saint.
That's difficult for people to accept initially,
because they have to drop “free will” and individuality.
If you can get past that one the rest is easy to understand,
including the need for a global entirely different kind of environment.
Inspired from the teachings of Jacque Fresco and Roxanne Meadows.
A long and hectic day
Incomprehensible voices all around
I walk to the waters edge
Then a splash and all is calm
The water washes off
All cares, pressure, nerves
The rhythmic motion of legs and arms
Working together
Synchronized
All I hear is the soft lull of water
Rushing past my ears
My heart beat
In time with my stroke
And all is well
In my sweet watery world
-Jacque Graham
Jacque Laurent Agasse
a vet he came to be
As a painter not so prolifique
but his horses were just the ticket
Let Jacqueline, Jacque, and sophisticated Parisians rave about the Eiffel Tower
Romantic poets write in egregious excess of their cozy, intimate leafy bowers
Leave scientists and paleontologists to their study of fossils and dinosaurs--
As for me, nothing compares with a home-from-work, end-of-the-day shower.
Political scientists dissect the machinations of international superpowers
Historians pore over WW2 battles and the heroics of Dwight David Eisenhower
Gardeners & green thumbers extol the myriad virtues of planting flowers--
But as for me, no occupation holds a candle to the pleasure of a bracing shower.
The downtown office crowd breathlessly counts down the minutes to Friday's Happy Hour
Bartenders mix exotic drinks like Coconut Pussycats, Lady Godivas, or plain old Whiskey Sours
College professors soar above the mundane pursuits of common workers, in their cushy ivory towers--
Yet as for me, there's no finer pursuit than the anticipation of a relaxing, refreshing shower.
Cooks and master chefs endlessly debate palate appeal of asparagus tips and fried cauliflower
Efficiency experts squeeze the most from a production line's manpower output per man hour
Grease jockeys and auto mechanics wax rapturous about muscle cars and their horsepower--
Whereas all I can think about the entire working day is returning home to a steamy, hot shower.
So please remember, my friend:
No matter how sour your whey
No matter how dour your day
No matter your willpower fade
Your brainpower stray
Even if your boss forgets your pay--
Simply wash all of your cares away
With a shower at the end of each day!
Wanted : The return of a transparent Silken White Veil
Ecrued edges due to the sands of Lost time : Lost LOVE
No charges filed, no questions asked I have repaired the damage done
The Memorial Garden For my late WIFE LENORE is in full bloom
the shredded Portrait has been replaced ; Thank-YOU Jacque Charbonneau
Lenore's bust, now a polished Marble Emeralds for her eyes
Eyes (I longto see again)Speaking to me from atop Her Headstone
Now You may think me Eccentric, Vain Even Materialistic (maybe I am)
You see this Wedding Veil is the beginning of my Eternity
With My LOVE , My LIFE ,My WIFE LENORE
P.S.I have all of her Handwritten Original POEMS (Noterized) in a bank vault
Still I would like the CD's back