Best Jake Poems
JAKE THE RAKE
Jake the rake was a stud among the local crowd
and very much enamored with what he was endowed.
He would strut he stuff around and play the macho role
boasting of the many pelts hung on his lodging pole.
All the lesser Romeo's could only shake their heads
and marvel as Jake whisked another woman off to bed.
Some would look at him with total envy in their eyes
as Jake walked out the door with his nightly prize.
One time Jake was at a party, with Cat his steady squeeze
and left with another bird who fired up his bees.
When Cat returned the favor it took him down so hard
he turned into a sobbing wretch with his emotions charred.
In the nature of these two was the cruel intent
to utilize sex as a means of punishment.
Pleasure's a sensation that can cause a lot of pain
if it's wantonly abused and not morally restrained.
In time the two got married and that made sense to me
they took each other prisoner to vows of endless misery.
The crowd finally broke up, we went our separate ways
but I chanced to wind in the old stomping grounds one day.
I walked into a party and both of them were there
she had him on a leash and was scowling in a chair.
He was laying at her feet with a frightened stare
rolled over on his back with his leg up in the air
Hey, how are you
We don’t talk much
Well I talk, but you?
Not much
I’ve known you for
A while
Since sixth grade
When my bus was late
And I came in
One seat left
We passed papers back
I turned around
And there you were
I froze inside
Flash forward to the fire drill
Where the high schoolers
Screamed weird things
At us
We didn’t talk for a while
After that
But I admired you
From afar
Your bravery
Intelligence
Sports skills
Which I’ll always lack
And kindness
You always were very kind
Last year, we did talk
A lot, in fact
After school almost
Every day
Then we didn’t
This year we only have
A few classes together
And I think that’s how
It’ll stay but
It’s fine
I’ll just notice how
You walk into first hour
Just a little late
Because of clean-up crew
And how you sit in the back
In seventh hour
The teacher made you move
And how you talk to your friends
And don’t notice me
Because you’ll always be you
And I’ll always be me.
Old Jake lived a mile or so below the falls.
He wasn’t a hermit, or any other sect or sort.
He was just an old man; though always alone.
Well, except for the critters.
They were not remarkable, just - - -many
and they all adored old Jake.
He didn’t even have to feed them.
Only gave them what they needed most---love.
Oh, the whole crowd needed companionship!
Or, so it seemed.
That one small cabin?
A six hundred pound bear is a bit much!!
least in my humble opinion.
Then consider the raccoon !
The sucker fusses and complains
all day, all night twenty four-seven.
The covey of pigeons were good about cooing him to sleep
but ‘twearnt worth NO dad gum roosting on the porch rail !!!!!!
Geez!! The hose is not long enough
to drag around to the front steps;
much less scour that whole rail “on and under it”,
the whole width of the house--every day!
That fox!! Slick as a whistle and he will lie
in a skinny minute--
And we have yet to find any sign
of the gone gosling !
Who else would do such a thing?
I know every family has problems, but most can
be fixed with a little think through:
common sense and resolve.
Let’s all work on it----who knows?
One might find, that the powers which be, can take a hint from
the common man for a change.
‘stead of vice versa.
JAKE CASTLE’S - THE THRILL OF THINGS
Characterized by routine or superficiality, his mouth was full of draught when he spoke unthinkingly.
Awry was his eyes as he told of events that had transpired.
He laughed aloud with his audience.
This was Friday and Jake Castle was the life of the party.
As always, he had a song to share.
His wife Nefreda Maria Castle patiently sit as Jake begin to sing “The Thrill of Things”.
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This is the City that develops the mind.
This is the City that cultivates and design.
A world of culture that has been found.
We are the thrill of things profound.
This is the mountain that we have climbed.
Over the top and back down.
We are the suppliers of our way.
We are the thrill of things each day.
Over there is a faraway place.
I discovered just yesterday.
Took my sack of nutriments as well as my confidence.
Unearthed new ideas as well as civilization.
The thrill of things and a great nation stood over seven feet tall.
Giantvillism this place is called.
Now, here in Beantown we explore.
All will meet Giant and Maddy if they visit our world.
Much ado we have done.
Our stories are always forthcoming.
We are the thrill of things and they are also beyond.
This is a wonderful day.
This is a Beantown's escape to our favorite thingamajigs.
Plus, the thrills this gives are magnanimously felt.
All enjoy the revelry.
The thrill of things happens in Beantown accordingly.
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Written 14 November, 2015!
Jake's as purty as a Boston terrier can be.
Grinning and jumping each time he sees me.
He’s happy to be fed and he dearly loves to fetch.
We use a little stuffed bear when we play catch.
I got him as a puppy and instantly could tell
He was a dog I would love and never ever sell.
He chewed on the corners of furniture and stuff.
He loves to play “tug of war” because we played so rough
Now he’s almost six years old, my friend Jake
He never fails to greet me, my day he does make
A good dog and companion for the whole family.
“Feed Jake” if I can’t, is my heart-felt plea.
A wind slowly caresses the ridge line.
Southern pine cones rock in the tree.
A local whippoorwill is keeping time.
The old cricket: He chirps a bit off key
The cabin: time weathered and worn;
old Jake: his singing is in the same boat.
He sings, nonetheless, all rusty, forlorn
like a patched tire tube only half afloat.
Nice: the small acts giving us pleasure.
I guess, caused from one’s vision of life.
While old Jake is no college professor:
His totem, the red bird, guides his life.
in the plot of life we all have our place
sanctioned by gifts of nature and grace
This is for my friend Joe, who died
this week. I am sure he’s somewhere in
time laughing and secretly longing to
respond. Joe was a college professor, a
Christian, a good man, father, and friend.
Sunday Jan 17, 201
He was just a stove-up old cowboy,
Who only drank to ease the pain,
And he really didn’t need it,
Except when it was cold or gonna’ rain.
He’d spent his life bull-ridin’ ,
Until he had that wreck,
The bull threw him high, he came down hard,
And busted his legs all to heck.
He’d been my Daddy’s best friend,
Up until the day my Daddy died,
They rodeo’ed together,
At the funeral, he cried.
I’d see him every now and again,
At one or another rodeo,
He always had kind words for me,
Acted like he hated to see me go.
He gave me my first pony,
And a saddle with a dally horn,
They say he drove my Mamma to town,
The icy night that I was born.
I heard he’d talk about me,
And only had good things to say,
He never told me to my face,
But I knew that was just his way.
It came as a surprise to me,
When I heard that he was dead,
I couldn’t forget the last time I saw him,
Or the last thing he ever said...
“I wish you’d been my own son,
I’m proud to know ya’ as a man,
I wanted to say ‘I love ya’,
While I’m sober, and I can.”
Then he turned and strode off,
And his back seemed straight and strong,
I’m not real sure, but I’d have sworn
That limp of his was gone.
So, on those nights when I’m alone,
And hurt gets in my way,
I think of him and the guts it took,
To say what he had to say.
And now, when I see an old Cowboy,
A little drunk and broken down,
I stop and listen to the stories he tells,
‘Cause I know he’s been around.
And Somewhere, Jake is bull-ridin’,
Hittin’ in the eighties on every ride,
Young , and Free, and Wild again,
In that place, called The Other Side.
INTRO: JAKE CASTLE OF THE BEAN PEOPLE
INTRO
A wonderful world it is contemplated Jake as he planted his seed to
grow his beanstalk. He knew that this beanstalk would nourish many so
he watched it grow. One day he awoke and the beanstalk was clearing
the sky and he decided to climb it. Singing merrily to himself: “Oh, what
wonderful day to play with your evolution. I planted this stalk of beans
and its growing beyond my conception. So I shall climb it to discover
has it evolved another wonderful world beyond.” Jake was foremost a
positive thinker. He began to climb.
DAY ONE OF JAKE’S ADVENTURE
Jake climbed the beanstalk that day. He discovered that there was
life formed beyond but he was afraid to adventure further and promised
himself that he would build the courage to go the step afar. He knew
that he had to be well prepared for his adventure so on his descent down
the stalk he began to develop his plan for his journey to continue. As
always, Jake began to sing: “Mm mm… The adventure I am about to
partake could be quite dangerous; however, I must completely discover
that place. I know that it may be my very last visit – the next – but I am
going back to conquer it and that’s that.” Jake begins to instill belief in self.
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3rd Place
A Giorgio A. V. Contest!
Become a fictitious character taken from a book (or movie)!
There once was a man named Jake
He had a great fear of a snake
He thought he saw one
Took a knife, to be done
A garden hose, it was a mistake
Heidi Sands
2/4/21
My stepdad’s name was Eldon, but his best friends called him Jake.
“Missoura” born, he loved guy things like fishing on a lake.
He’d gone into the Navy after having grown up poor
and then got shipped across the ocean for Korea’s war.
Later with three kids, divorced, he met my mom and then
he married her, and we became a family of ten!
This new dad, Jake, a simple man, worked hard to keep us fed.
He liked his breakfast “Wheaties” and his lunch made out of bread.
He told us how he’d walked to school with cardboard on his feet,
and how they’d not had much to eat of costly things like meat.
I don’t know if Depression Era kids ate many greens,
but one thing we became aware of. . . Jake sure loved his beans!
I couldn’t understand how he could be so crazy for
the one food that he ate so much of back when he was poor.
But Eldon liked all kinds of beans, like those slow cooked with ham,
then topped with ketchup, and he liked beans straight out of the can.
In summer we’d be packed into his station wagon car,
a camper hooked behind us, and we always traveled far.
We’d eat bread and bologna, chips, and cans of pork and beans.
No fancy eating out for our large clan, by any means!
And on those rare occasions Mom was not around to cook,
Jake had a recipe not in Mom’s Betty Crocker’s book.
He’d mix some pork and beans with fried ground beef and heat it up
over buttered cornbread and we heartily would sup!
Recalling happy supper times like those, I sometimes wish
that we could all again be meeting for that great bean dish!
For Mom fixed lots of kinds of meals, and Eldon’s attitude
was “Clean your plates” so I (thin then) became a fan of food.
We kids moved on; Mom cooked for only Eldon. How time flew!
Our step dad passed away, and Mom no longer cooks for two.
She eats Weight-Watcher’s way now, but I bet she’d love to make
a pot of Navy beans again for her good man called Jake.
For the relatives poetry contest
I knew a guy whose name was Jake
Who lived in the woods near a lake
He was sorta wacky
And a tad bit tacky
But for some reason he liked to bake
Alexis Y.
9-8-17
Jake the wallaby liked to hop
Especially when it was to the shop
With his Mum on Saturday
To the Mall they hopped away
The supermarket was a special place
With lots to see in each aisle space
There were tomatoes, cabbage and beans in displays
But most of all he liked the fruit arrays
They picked their veggies for three each day
And Mum put them in her pouch straight away
Jake picked shiny apples and oranges to eat
When eating two a day was a treat
So they paid for their fruit and veggies at the checkout
Then to home they hopped out
It had been a busy morning with lots of fun
So to home bound their special song they sung
Hopping is such fun
In the summer sun
Eat veggies three a day
And two fruits yummy and hurray!
© Paul Warren Poetry
seashake jake
headlights blinding
screeching yellow eyed owls
ran me over
I washed up with anchors cut in
whiskey drenched promises
holy swans humming hymns of sun-god gratitude on ole beach
mashing sweet tooth’s hungry bone dry night
madame itch invisible escorts me to her
scarlet’s pistol packed slo boat ride
shadow stained fingers fire blank heart bullets
across splattering bug--eye screens
funeral strip-tease captains blow the rapture foghorn
pools of energy
teetering like a nasty wind waltz
playing jackrabbit on the wayward buoys
passing grotto tombs
seashake jake toss that quiff.. get out to that sweet mean drift..again
There was once a clumsy guy named Jake
He was friends with my big cousin Blake
That taught kung fu drunk
Kept boos in the car trunk
Graduates couldn't fight none, no beefcake
Jake was only a stud in his huge head
Wife divorced him because he wet the bed
She took the house and Car
He moved into the bar
Teaches yoga with one student, bro Fred
Contest:Make Me Laugh With Some Humor
Sponsor:Tania Kitchin
November 23, 2020
Hey Jake it's me,
Hey Jake can't you see?
Hey Jake...
Hey Jake you're Hurting me Mentally.
Your name is Jake,
and I can't take that off my mind.
Your Eyes,Your Lips and your Smile.
I don't have the Confidence to let you know,
I'm such a Coward I know,
But Hey I Jake I feel so Low,
That I meant nothing to you all I know.
I'm just a Stranger,
Just a Girl.
just a Pathetic Little one loving you,
But Jake my Feelings are True.
I want to Curse infront of you,
I want to let you know you're such a Fool,
I want you to knoe that you're so Blind.
But Jakey I can't.
My Words,
This Letters,
Those Phrases,
These Sentences.
Jake you should know,
even if I'm such a Fool waiting for you,
My Feelings are True.
and One Day you'll regret letting me go.