Best Jacque Poems

At the age of 13 he experienced the great depression,
and that event helped shape his social conscience.
Even as a child he could clearly see all...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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She scours the globe

With a culturally diverse appetite
                 ...

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majestic Forest
smells of freash earth and warm sun
green and brown painting

Jacque Graham
11/3/11...

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(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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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