Best Jamie Poems

always a place to land, though nothing to see
vacant possession of a once was tree
I'd explain more but you wouldn't understand 
though nothing to see, always a place to land 

stay in formation, just follow the cues
ending up nowhere, but playing by the rules
get lost...

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No Judgement Jamie always was told
that judging others was vile and cold,
all her teachers did proudly attest
that living life without judging was best.

And the media reinforced these words,
to judge other people? Hateful! Absurd!
To judge was the make them a victim,
what peopled needed was more compassion.

So...

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Jamie plays the sport of boccia, 
Where you throw your six balls, 
Towards the jack with another, 
And whoever is nearest, calls. 

Jamie has Duchenne Muscular
Dystropy like his brother Scott, 
Who’s older. They both blether, 
So life’s easier in Jamie’s spot. 

Scott made it to...

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A STORY OF TEENAGE THUGGERY, JEALOUSY, TEASING AND TAUNTING - 
THE DESTRUCTION OF A PROMISING LIFE ................ 


Staggering down the rain-drenched street 
I see you, reeling drunkenly 
like a sailor trying to keep his balance 
on a storm ravaged ship. 

You stop only to vomit...

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My cigarette was nearly out, 
and I exhaled smoke that whispered 
death in my ears. I had an itch.
 It called my hand toward my forearm, 
and I let a finger run across it’s inside.
 I could see the blood flow out of his flesh,
...

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MY FAVORITE BROTHERS IN THE WORLD WHO NO COULD BEAT, THEY'RE ALWAYZ THERE 
FOR ME,MA BOSSES WHO'S ALWAYZ RUNIN THE STREETS, THE GANSTAS WHO'S ALWAYZ 
SUMTYMES DOIN WRONG, BUT ALWAYZ FINDIN WAYZ TO KEEP THEMSELVES STRONG, 
THEY'RE ALWAYZ LOOKIN THOUGH BUT 1'S CRYIN INSIDE, PRAYIN...

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true, not a passerby could see
the the many things that you could see
nor could they see the colors of the twilight
or know that there must be light to form darkness

Nor could they perceive
the shadows that radiate from the halo
or that he who grants peace is...

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Rest in peace Jamie Lynn
I understand what you went 
through.  Mental illness is 
not a party.  I have a lot in common
with you . I am writing to celebrate your life 
and to remember the person you are. 
In my soul you are...

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I'd never know the joy, they said
To hold, and kiss, and nurture.
But all too soon we did find out
That God had planned my future.

That beautiful baby girl I had
Came to my life a' crying.
 She brought so much love to us
To her there was no...

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Little Jamie Lea
She saw a pretty bumblebee
It landed on a big pine tree for little Jamie Lea to see
Please come and play with me, said Jamie to the bumblebee
But the pretty bumblebee, flew away from Jamie Lea....

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Bye her side I held so much pride
it was the most heartfelt ride
the good
the bad
the all arounds
in my arms is where she was found
two souls bound
her skin so sft like velvet
her scent so erotic
her kiss
a day never missed
she stole my heart
then tore it apart
I dried...

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My Son & My Little Princess have one hell of a mother.
She also is a hero of sorts and she's one unlike any other.
She was pretty much abandoned at her moment of birth
by her mother who disappeared off of the face of the earth.
Her mother...

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one man
singing about the ups and downs of his life
singing about reality of everyday life
the pain he feels, 
the love he's lost,
the life he lives now,
one man on a mission 
living his dream
while moving on in life
the words -they move me
they make me write about...

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God blessed me with a son, 
From nothing I had done.

God gave me a chance to open up my home,
Not knowing how soon the heart ache would come.

He was only here for a little while,
But he always made me smile.

As I put him on the...

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Following down the sidewalks
Watching from my backyard,
Everywhere I go, he stalks
Waiting to catch me off guard

Even in the safest places
My town, my school, my home,
The shape of his masked face is
Hiding wherever I may roam

Lock yourself into a closet
Behind dresses and blue jean,
Fight back and...

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