Best Jean Poems
Jubilation filled the room and lit my mother’s face on her 80th birthday.
Everyone she loved, both friends and family, had come from near and far away.
A huge surprise, the secret was well kept by all, even by her children, all seven!
Never had she felt such joy; through tears she said,“This is how it must be in Heaven."
For Line Gauthier's 'Bite Size Poem no13' Poetry Contest
Written 3/20/2015 and dedicated to a beautifully spiritual and strong woman who raised eight children, one that died in the 80's, and who lost her husband to Alzheimer's over a decade ago. Today she lives alone in our Iowa home town and fends for herself. Spry and independent, she will be 90 next March (2022).
Please check out the slide show (see above) of the wonderful family reunion we had in 2013!
Holes in his jeans, but a song in his heart
How easily his handsome smile stole mine --
Both jeans and heart!
*Written March 15, 2015, for Debbie’s “Three Line” poetry contest
I can Feel the Sun
I walk the path of Rainbows
My Heart LOVES again
If only I knew the concept : LOVE
Could I express such Love to YOU?
In words That last FOREVER
Eternity ; ALWAYS
A Love that WHISPERS
Heavenly BLISS
BARBARA
My LOVE -
Y O U
Dedicated To Barbara Jean Gorelick
My LOVE must be infinite ; in so many uncountable WAYS
Until Forever Until the sun is dark :moonlight a mere silhouette
In YOUR LOVE my mind, my Soul, My HEART, MY EXISTENCE
My breath can breathe the very essences of Your everlasting LOVE
LOVE inhaled : sending me the Heartbeats of a Forever LOVE of YOU
How does my Heart LOVE Thee so much , when my eyes have never seen YOU
The Face of an Angel : the alluring Voice of a Siren : Skin; the smoothness of Silk
Earth Brown Eyes with a glint of Forest: Hypnotizing Mind. Soul, Body and Spirit
I feel the Loving Warmth of YOUR embrace Beguiling Sunset Pink-Red Lips Which:
Beckon the carnal soul, the deep rooted LOVE blooming, growing, Entwining YOU
Entwining me to an Everlasting -ALWAYS FOREVER ETERNAL LOVE
B A R B A R A J E A N M Y H E A R T B E A T
In LOVE : Dedicated to my Heartbeat : Barbara Jean "XOXOX"
1. My heart has found Love 2. She Walks in Spirit
In the warmth of her sweet smile Through the Threshold of my Heart
Her eyes Enhance me Everlasting LOVE
3. A Forever Wish 4. A foolish Heart : CRIES
Together, with Love : Barbara Tears of blood, pain; Agony
ALWAYS Entwining Yet LOVE comes again
Author's Note : This is going to be a continuous Collage of Haiku and Senyru
I have written to my Beloved Lenore, plus many to " BARBARA JEAN GORELICK "
These POEMS, were written by a HEART, deeply in LOVE with "Barbara Jean"
Please BARBARA, Accept this Dedication of my LOVE for YOU...I LOVE YOU ALWAYS and
FOREVER YOURS ETERNALLY...Harry
5. Tomorrow will be
The First Day of FOREVER
I shall Enjoy it
For my Dearest Most Only BeLOVEd
Barbara Jean my LOVE is True
Everyday I think of YOU
You have captured my Heart
TRUE LOVE on my part
With opened Arms
I embrace
and Kiss
YOU
Alberta “Jean,” the different one was she
since her birth and among her family.
This redhead born of parents with dark hair
had felt herself an odd plain duck; in prayer
she’d kneel and on her father’s farm was awed
by nature. In the fields, she’d pray to God.
With fervent adoration for her God,
she searched for truth. A maverick was she.
She left her parents’ church, for she was awed
by teachings not those of her family.
The Gospel she discovered through deep prayer
dismayed her folks, as had her bright red hair!
Upon her birth, because of her red hair,
her folks had joked she wasn’t theirs, but God
would lead her to a new life. On a prayer,
she traveled west. A restless soul was she -
the one to leave her home and family
to find her niche; by her bold move I’m awed.
By all the things she did back then, I’m awed.
She joined the Navy. Jean, with bobbed red hair,
would meet my dad and start a family.
Great trials came to her. She called on God.
To go back home then was the answer she
was given after long and pleading prayer.
She had to leave my dad. I know through prayer
this answer came to her. Again I’m awed
because with us, her four small daughters, she
became a single mom. She wore long hair
up in a bun, worked hard, had faith in God,
and married someone else with family.
Eight children then were in our family.
My mother taught her stepkids about prayer,
affecting all our lives. Her trust in God
is never-ending, and we all are awed. . . .
She’s 80, widowed, and still has red hair
and goes out dancing!! Rare indeed is she!
With faith in God, Jean raised a family.
No need of fame has she, for she has prayer
and grandkids awed now by her still red hair!
* see about poem for more info on Jean
*I tried to make this one like a rhyming Sestina. Instead
of choosing just any six words to repeat at the end of
each line, I decided to use three pairs of words that
rhymed with each other. The position of the words
changes from stanza to stanza, but I think the rhyming
aspect still holds strong.
Written 2/13/12
Today her hair is salt and pepper and she just turned 89!
For the 'Mother -' Contest of Constance La France
I smiled at you as you sang Christmas song
you stood enthronged by others, bringing cheer
my heart was sad; it thought of all that's wrong
and why must sadness come this time of year
My heart was not in tune to every note
To you alone I looked and tried to smile
The words of Christmas hymns I knew by rote
But happiness was missing for a while
I later saw you getting in your car,
and I came by to give you warm embrace.
I sensed that you were sad, even from far,
and then I saw the pain etched in your face.
Why did I have to ask when it was clear
the reason for the glistening of those tears
this Christmas was the first without her near
the mother you had loved down through the years
What words can soothe the aching of your heart
when pain is few months old and wound is deep
For healing takes its time, and will not part
And so for now my soul with yours will weep
Your mother was a woman full of love
I know you were the apple of her eye
and now turn tear filled eyes to God above
My dear, he knows your hurt and hears your sigh
The pain will ease, but it will never leave
I know, for I have lost my mother too
like you in dreams I see her, and I grieve
Though gone, their love remains for me and you
Remember, dear, for us God sent His Son
This time of year reminds us of His grace
For over death, the victory He's won!
Be sure one day you'll see your mother's face!
Eileen Manassian
Written for Jean Jack Kareh
December 15, 2017
You meant so much to all of us.
You were so special and that's no lie.
You brightened up the darkest and cloudiest sky.
Not a second passes when your not on our minds.
Your love, we'll never forget.
The hurt will ease in time.
The fun you shared
The way you listened, we knew you cared.
The joy you brought
All of your love and affection, is what we got.
Your smile alone warmed our hearts.
You will always be so much a part....
a part of me, a part of us, a part of this family....
you will always be in our hearts.
Although someone special passes on
It does not mean they are gone
Though you are no longer with us
your memory will live on.
However, I still miss you so much
I wish I could feel your touch.
I wish I could tell you one last time
How much I cared and enjoyed the time we shared
You taught us how to love
You taught how to live
But most of all you taught us how to give.
What I would do for just one last chance
One more moment with you
Just one more glance.
Have you here, close, well and near.
Somewhere in my dreams tonight,
i'll see you standing there.
I'll reach out to you asking "why?"
And you'll look at me with a smile and say,
"Life isn't fair,just do all you can, keep you head up
and be the strongest and best person that you can be
and know i'll always be there for you whenever you need me."
And i'll make the promise back saying,
"as long as there's a heart in me,
you'll always be a part of me."
So many tears I have seen and cried
they have all poured out like rain,
but it is comforting to know that you are no longer in pain.
And have the hope of everlasting life to gain.
Although we miss you so much nothing will change
Because we will never forget you,
and always and forever love you just the same.
Our dear, precious, loving, AUNT JEAN HAYNES.
Jean Batiste Pierre Antoine De Monet
had very bad tooth decay
woke in the night
went terribly white
and was not seen till May Day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
10.16.2014
We owned the world, we owned the sun
They were blue-jean summers, jam-packed with fun
Way back when I was nine or ten
How great it was to be a kid!
Where knees fell down, and bums would skid
Down asphalt roads, when life was good
We called ourselves blue denim twins
Summer mornings, flies were buzzin'.
Grab our bikes, and take a ride
And eat our lunch 'neath steel blue skies
Wipe sticky hands on blue jean thighs
Drink a gulp of Lipton tea
Sweetened with love, for you and me
The radio played those Elvis songs
A "send-off" smile, a day for fun
Running down the road, one mishap or a fall...
Band-aid & bubble gum, soon fixed our frowns
A patch on your skin and one on your jeans
We wore them with honor, but, we were teased!
Skating down the sidewalk, going clickity-clack
Stepping on the cracks will break your mother's back
Later playing jacks, counting threes and fours
Sitting cross legged on the kitchen floor
When dinner was ready, we'd be in luck
Spaghetti to twirl, and peach short cake
We owned the sun, we owned the world
Those blue jean summers, when we were friends…
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For being incorrect and insane,
Your ideas are shared commonly.
Perhaps you should have stuck with
Invertebrates and botany…
Despite common belief, you argued
That life was not fixed,
And that through observation of generations
They could see this.
Darwin had a great basis,
Thanks to you:
When an environment changes,
Organisms change, too.
But thoughts and theories once held true
Are often proven incorrect.
A giraffe cannot make its offspring taller
Just by straining its neck.
Something that once was widely liked
Is now seen as insanity.
Perhaps the search for definitive answers
Is really only vanity?
a clerihew
A bride, Britney Jean Spears
young girl of seventeen years.
After fifty-five hours of married life
annulment granted - no more wife.
September 24, 2012
Jean
Catholic, Student, Single, Parent
Child of Rita and Sean, Child of God
Lover of faith, goodness, all children
Who feels blessed, inspired, confident
Who fears for the world, her soul, the unborn
Who would like to see Jesus, Heaven, her mother again
Resides in Ardee County Louth
McLoughlin
by Jean McLoughlin