Best Jennie Poems
i imagined finding a bottle in the desert sea
all encased with jewels it mystified me
i open up the bottle
and out comes a puff of smoke
it swirled all around
but did not make me choke
then out of no where
a form began to appear
it was you, my jennie
popped up from nowhere
you are my magic jennie
with power to grant my every wish
you wait for my command
but truly i am thoughtless
you are my wish
and nothing else would do
when it comes to wishing
i have no more to do
you and nothing else would satisfy me
you and nothing else would compleat my dream
you and nothing else would i write into this scene
you and nothing else would i make my queen
thoughtless yet am i
to all material things
your presence is my answer
to my sweetest dreams
your beauty is my treasure
such a wonderous thing
your spirit is my light
to you i'll always cling
so here to you i'll say
and lets be on our way
you don't have to be a jennie
just be mine everyday
Hour upon unending hour, day upon unending day,
quietly, in her prison, our dear Jennie Butler lay.
No curses did she utter, never once did she complain,
though hands and feet were gnarled, swollen, and burning with pain.
Instead, she smiled, told us jokes, those she often would repeat,
and sing to us the old songs, in tones pleasant and sweet.
Down the hall outside her room, other voices mingled there,
mumbling and babbling or calling out in despair.
No one came to visit her, no one that we could recall,
though she waited patiently, no one ever came at all.
Published in Art With Words
Poetry Quarterly, Oct., 2005
Published in MSPS Anthology
Life on the Edge, Dec., 2005
(Aunt Juanita's roommate in the Nursing Home)
What a special day it is
When we celebrate
A love that will last a lifetime
Three years of back and forth
They don’t have to do that anymore
They are together forever
A family they have become
When
Two Hearts & Two Families
Became One
Jennie & JJ couldn’t be more perfect for each other
I am honored to have had the chance to watch
Their love grow
Like two hearts beating to the same rhythm
For today
Two Hearts & Two Families
Become One
Soulmates I believe they are
Their love
Is a gift that will grow
More and more
With each day that passes
I couldn’t be happier for the two of them
As we see
Two Hearts & Two Families
Become One
Congratulations Jennie & JJ
Written 7 March 2014
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Bruce and Jennie, both were 10,
Had been playmates all their lives.
One day, Bruce proclaimed,
“Jennie… most good men have wives.”
He professed his love for her.
Jennie said she loved him too.
They decided that getting married
Was ‘the right thing’ to do.
So, Bruce went to speak to her father,
Who was doing yard work at the time.
“May I speak to you, Mr. Johnson?”
“Sure, Bruce. What’s on your mind?”
“Sir, I love your Jennie;
And Jennie, she loves me;
But we need your permission
To be married… to be “We.”
Impressed by Bruce’s courage,
He knew this confrontation must be tough.
He smiled and asked, “Bruce, are you sure
You love my daughter enough?”
Bruce’s face became stern, he said,
“Mr. Johnson, let me tell you…
I love Jennie so much…and she loves me.
We’re both sure it’s the right thing to do.”
He was moved by Bruce’s ardor,
But permission was not his to give.
So, quick as flash, he responded,
“But Bruce…where will you live?”
“Sir, I measured her room;
Then I measured mine.
Hers is 40 percent bigger.
We’ll live there. We’ll be fine.
If we have extra stuff,
We’ll keep that in my room.
We’ll keep our places neat and tidy.
You won’t even need a broom.
And both our parents can save money
On babysitters too.
Even if you do things on the same night,
You’ll only need one sitter, not two.”
Mr. Johnson was impressed with Bruce's logic,
But this marriage idea was no longer funny.
He smiled and said, “That’s good thinking, Bruce;
But what are you gonna do for money?
“Why, Mr. Johnson, I get twelve-fifty a week allowance;
And let me remind you, Jennie also gets ten.
Throw in our birthdays and Christmas cash….
Why, we might even have money to lend.”
Desperate now, Mr. Johnson thought,
“Next, I guess they’ll want a car.”
Then he asked, “But Bruce, what if you have kids?”
"Aawww," blushed Bruce... “We’ve been lucky so far.”
Spring Cleaning
Closet doors open,
Sweeper to adjust,
Housecleaning today,
Yes, spring cleaning is a must.
Windows to wash,
Cabinets to clean,
Dust mallet to swish,
Even on outdoor screen.
As soon as my laziness passes,
My deeds I will again tackle,
First to by a new pair of glasses,
To attack dust again and cackle.
I haven't a magic wand,
To swish all about,
For of it I would truly be proud,
To clean more easily without a doubt.
If I were a Jennie in a bottle,
From my lamp I could clearly see,
For daily I would wiggle my nose,
And the glass it would then be clean.
Linda Terrell
Feb. 25, 2010
Gee! If only it were that easy! Hope you like my humor of cleaning tasks that I formed into
some these what rhyming verses.
I waded through a field of
she loves me she loves me knots
Needing to tie her bow to my happiness
I searched vigorously
Until I found that one wise daisy
For I knew she was my forever
My heart was incapable of
being with anyone else
I planned out the path
To the aisle of our bliss
For she was and is
everything that matters
That smile that breathes life into my days
I feel comfort and excitement in her arms
When I found her
I had no need to look further
I left the searching to the undecided
The fickle fools
Looking for their Jennie in a bottle
With a glass held in a hand
What's your sign
Clever pickup lines
Thinking them prettier
With each sip of wine
I preferred a softer approach
Not particularly smooth
or debonaire
Yet she too
miraculously was drawn to me
Somehow able to see
The spark within the blue
of my adoring eyes
Pupils dilated
Increasing double in size
Twenty two years
Ten thousand kisses
This is
My witness
My sweetie
is the perfect Mrs.
No field
Of Daisies
Will ever make
This mind hazy
For I know
With all my heart
She Loves Me
So thankful
We tied the knot!
For SKAT's Romantic Pen Contest.
Winston
Politician, Leader, Orator, Prisoner of War
Son of Lord Randolph and Jennie, husband of Clementine, father of five
Lover of cuban cigars, trenchcoats, and hats
Who feels love, compassion and righteous anger
Who fears defeat, failure, and Adolf Hitler's victory
Who would love to see the end of WWII, Hitler's downfall, and World Peace
Resident of Chartwell in Kent, South East London, England
Churchill
Writing Challenge 2 - Bio Form- January 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart aka "Broken Wings" (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and posted: 01/28/2019
I was playing catch in my backyard with my father
You were the boy across the street that didn’t know how to flirt
So you settled for a passive agressive ‘You throw like a girl!’
When the ball rolled to your feet.
My response?
My response to you taking my gender and turning it into an insult?
Hating the color pink for the next six years
And trying to beat my brothers at football
For the record I won
And trying to prove to that idiot across the street I deserved
To be myself without feeling uncomfortable for my gender
The next year it was my brother
My own brother from the same womb
Two years older than him and still he told me I
“Climbed like a girl.”
And his green eyes flickered to precisely your shade of baby blue
Your stupid petty insult became the face of sexism
Just last week when that idiot on the school steps
Though he had the right to tell me I had a nice body
In the most vulgar way he could
He had your face for a moment
I’ve always been a fool for boys with pretty hazel eyes
That smell like rain
And last summer after months of giving my heart to that boy
He decided I deserved more so
Instead of trying to be more
He left.
And his voice speaking those words?
Yep. It was yours
Any boy who though leaving me was enough to
Crush my dreams
Look again
You were never one of them.
Women are powerful
Women are beautiful
Women are influential
And women were once girls
So when you said I throw like a girl you’re telling me
I pitch like Jennie Finch
With the intelligence of Michelle Obama and
The poise of Beyonce
When you said I climb like a girl you’re telling me
I climb like Ashima Shiraishi
With the strength of Serena Williams
And the balance of Simone Biles
So here’s my response to your petty one-sided insults;
Hell yeah I throw like a girl
Hell yeah I climb like a girl
Hell yes, I am a girl
Try to keep up.
I’ve known both of you for most of my life,
And Brandon, I’m so happy you made Jennie your wife;
You’re perfect together, that’s plain to see,
So lets raise up our glasses and toast with Chablis;
To the love that the two of you are bound to know,
As you sit there basking in your newlywed glow;
I’m proud that the two of you have found such love,
It’s bound to have been sent from the heavens above;
I watched silently as both of you said I do,
As one life was formed from what was once two;
The beginning of a lifetime together,
Come sunshiny days and stormy weather;
I wish the two of you the very best,
And I’m certain your lives are sure to be blessed!
~For Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest~
This princely lion called Lennie
In the zoo pub he had one too many
He awoke to exposure
Being in the wrong enclosure
Cuddling a princess lioness called Jennie
Hour upon unending hour,
day upon unending day,
quietly, in her prison, our
dear Jennie Butler lay.
No curses did she utter,
never once did she complain,
though hands and feet were gnarled,
swollen, and burning with pain.
Instead, she smiled, told us jokes,
those she often would repeat,
and sing to us the old songs,
in tones pleasant and sweet.
Down the hall outside her room,
other voices mingled there,
mumbling and babbling
or calling out in despair.
No one came to visit her,
no one we could recall,
though she waited patiently,
no one ever came at all.
*Aunt Juanita's roommate in the Nursing Home. Also written in free verse (Cameo Acquaintance)
Visiting Aunt Juanita,
in Pocahontas nursing home,
we met her roommate,
Jennie Butler.
Jenny loved to tell jokes,
and laughed often.
She sang gospel songs,
her voice filling the air
with sweetness,
as her face reflected joy.
No one would guess
she lay, day after day,
a prisoner to stiffness and pain.
Her hands and feet
were gnarled, swollen,
and burning with sting.
Today, Jennie is free.
In heavenly array,
and joyous abandon
she's singing still,
in celestial tone,
our welcome home.
Everywhere I Look … I See Jennie
Short, Red-Hair and a Smile, So Bright and Pretty
Jeanette … my Older, Big Sister… I Wish I was More Like Her…
… My Dear Jennie … My Sweet Jennie …
Treated me like I was Her Baby … That was Jennie
Helped me to be a Real-Lady … Just like Jennie
Taught me how to Share and just how to say my Prayers …
… Jennie … Great Lady Jennie
She was in Her Early Adult Years and I was Young Too
… when Mama Left… There was nothing, We Could Do …
… Cancer … is not a Loving Word …
I Wish It Had Been The Last I’d Heard …
… Oh Jennie … Loving Jennie …
In that Cold-Clinical-Room … Lay Jennie
She Would Be Leaving Soon – God ! … Not Jennie !
She asked me, ‘Did She Fulfill … God and Our Mama’s Will …?’
Yes, You Did Jennie… I Said You Did Jennie !
… She was in Her Late, 40-Years, but Still, Much Too Young To…
… Like when Mama Left… There was nothing, We Could Do …
… Cancer … is not a Loving Word …
I Wish It Had Been The Last I’d Heard …
… Oh Jennie … I Love Jennie …
When I Wrote This Song … I was Missing Jennie
God … We Can’t Believe She’s Gone … I Loved Jennie
Jennie-Pennie … You Kept Your Promise…
Mama Will Be Proud of Us…
… May Jesus, Call Jennie … When The Time Comes, Please Call Jennie
Lord Call Jennie … Lord Call Mama … and Then Lord Call Me …
Jennie, Left Loved Ones... February 29th, 1992 …
I hate Leap-Years Now …. ‘til I Leap of Faith to You …
… Cancer … is Not A Loving Word ! ! !
Will It Be The Last I Heard ? …
In Memory of my Beloved Sister
Jeanette
No matter how bad things get,
In all darkness, there is light.
In your life, have no regrets.
Live your life through what is right.
Things can happen, anytime.
Be prepared for what comes next.
Light is there, come rain or shine.
Look ahead to its effects.
Superhero with a blue face walks by
"David? you have a car?"
"Who Cares?"
David said
so he Immediately switched in and out like Henry's cage