Best Jennifer Poems
JENNIFER
I posted a poem on the 11th February 2019 that my Grandfather wrote to me in 1971, titled,
“My Granddaughter Jennifer”. I also mentioned in my introduction to this poem, that I had lost my Grandfather’s poem’s except for a two or three of them.
Well to my delight, during one of the three most traumatic events in one’s life, a move, which we
instigated, and bravely followed through, I found a small file with his poem’s to me!
I was quite thrilled – this one was sent to me 31st January 1967 when I was in my early
teens, which I thought I would like to share with you. Again this is an exact replica of my Grand-
father’s poem – keeping in mind, that English was his second language, not
his mother tongue. This poem was titled merely:
JENNIFER.
TO MY DEAR GRAND DAUGHTER
J Jubilant to have attained your aim
E Efficiently wise to pave your way
N No matter what your plans can claim
N No matter how hard is the game of life to play
I I am certain you are going to succeed!
F Free be your mind and eminent your inspirations
E Equitable be your conclusions, free of imaginations
R Remember these words Jennifer and proceed……..!
He further went on to say ….. In this world Jennifer, you will sincerely
Feel your heart overflow with happiness, but when you do, stand by
anything in which you believe is true. Only with truth will you fly to
new horizons that will help you enjoy the moment, and see life through.
Panos,
Athens,
January 31st 1967.
MY DEAREST JENNIFER
My dearest Jennifer,
In your letter,
You said my poem was really terrific,
I say, your verses are beyond critic,
Our thoughts must meet somewhere,
Perhaps high in the air,
Or down in the deepest seas,
Or just in the spirit that gave us the keys,
To inherit poetry as a means of expression,
Of our every wise thought, passions, impressions.
With love and fond wishes
Your loving grandfather,
Panos.
Athens
June 25th 1971
I am looking forward to your prompt reply.
You are an enigma
handcuffed to the claims of stagnant love.
Why do you not respond
to baffled me?
I stare oft into your eyes...
Am offered a light-filtering screen
across a well!
Your ways are stifling me...
I am not a mind reader.
Or yet you tease a tease.
Come Jennifer,
show me your lilting dreams.
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Co-written - Julia Ward & Paul Callus
3/17/2015
Driving dizzy on a distant road
My eyes and lungs are burning inside
I'm almost home; I have to rest
Romance shall raise no roses
I receive a curiosity of pain
As I lay,
Friends come beside my bed with wet kisses
Strangers with fancy suits brush their clean fabric on my pillow
I did not expect a formal party; not in my condition
must be my mother's doing
As I lay,
People ignore my thoughts of English tea and bridal cake
It seems my taste buds tickle time a sour taste
Nor do I feel the fire feet away in flame
I'm sick as heck; I need aspirin
As I lay,
My fiance' whispers in my ear something unclear
He said God took me away from him
Then,
All the tears on his face
Rained on my coffin
Driving dizzy on a distant road
My eyes and lungs are burning inside
I'm almost home; I have to rest
Romance shall raise no roses
I receive a curiosity of pain
She has so much pain inside of her,
she doesn't know how to address it.
So she turns the pain into anger,
after she explodes, she becomes quiet.
She goes up to her room, upset.
Why does the world hate her so?
She thinks to herself, “That’s it!”
But in reality, it isn't though.
She lies on her bed,
Pulls out her book and reads.
As she turns the pages, she loses her head,
In her mind, she thinks “This is what I need.”
A place to escape the world,
Somewhere she can run.
For it seems everyone hates this girl,
And nothing she does is fun.
She plays her cello
And loses herself in the music
She does this when she feels low
Then she plays the song of her pick
She listens to the beat she makes,
Trying to make it sound perfect,
But oh, she keeps making mistakes,
She thinks that she will never get it.
She leaves the cello alone
And watches her shows
She then grabs her phone
And tells her best friend the show as it goes.
She leaves the TV on,
Then she enters her laptop.
She stays on till dawn,
She just can’t seem to stop.
She loves the idea of leaving the real world
And entering an imaginary one.
That’s the story of the girl,
Who is never done.
If the truth be told, I'm in love with Jennifer
Aniston that is, not some mangy old pensioner
Kind of a dream
Don't have much steam
But I'd give it a go, sure love to wrestle her
Jennifer Aniston
Brad Pitt's heart she once won
But Brad would soon depart
As Angelina stole his heart
You are an enigma
handcuffed to the claims of stagnant love.
Why do you not respond
to baffled me?
I stare oft into your eyes...
Am offered a light-filtering screen
across a well!
Your ways are stifling me...
I am not a mind reader.
Or yet you tease a tease.
Come Jennifer,
show me your lilting dreams.
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Co-written ~ Paul Callus & Julia Ward
For Jennifer ( can't believe it's a year already)
Elegance and beauty, a caring heart and zest for life,
a loving mum and nanna, and of course, a perfect wife;
a very special sister, a treasured aunt and friend.
We recognised your need to rest as your days came to an end.
We shared with you such precious times, those memories will stay,
all we have to do is look, and you’ll not be far away.
Your radiance will start our day by way of dawn’s first light,
pushing back the sadness, replacing black of night.
We’ll see you in the morning dew that coats each waking leaf,
as you take away and purify all our tears of grief.
We’ll see you in the birth of spring, in blossom pink and white.
You’ll be the feisty wind that helps a child to fly his kite.
You’ll blow a little harder, to make him laugh and run,
then we’ll smile and say “she hasn’t lost her sense of fun”
You’ll cleanse us with your gentle rains to wash away our fears,
with the summer sun, you’ll warm our hearts and dry our tears.
The vibrant colours of your soul will be the woodland flowers,
you’ll be the fairy sugar plums that help us count the hours.
As autumn falls your hair will be the soft hue of the leaves,
we’ll hear your words of love as autumn breezes brush the trees.
As the depth of winter chills our fingers and our noses ,
we’ll see your fair complexion in the bloom of Christmas roses.
We’ll see you in the faces of your children as they smile,
we’ll hear you in the laughter of Chloe, Amber, Joe and Kyle;
in the lapping of the ocean waves upon the golden sand,
remembering the times you walked with Bernard, hand in hand.
We’ll see you when the evening brings the darkened skies,
each tiny diamond star lit by the sparkle of your eyes.
The soft and silver moonlight will be your gentle touch
to caress the weary faces of those you love so much.
You’ll breathe a silent lullaby that helps us all to sleep,
and as we drift into our dreams, thoughts of you are ours to keep.
*** 2 days before she died, following an unsuccessful bone marrow transplant, my beautiful
aunt asked me if I would write a poem and read it at her funeral. How could I refuse?? It
was an honour, but also one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. One year on, I miss
her so much and think of her daily.
The Tribute To Jennifer
In a small church on a hill, there are a group of people standing
in silence as they say goodbye to a loved one, who they will all miss.
We will start this tale from the beginning, it was nearing Christmas
And Jennifer and her friends were partying at her house, everything
was going fine, the turkey in the oven and the stockings set for Santa's
Visit, the mother and father went out, so they could all have a good time
As the evening progressed Jimmy, Jennifer's boyfriend said they needed
Some more drinks, so he wanted Jennifer to come with him to the bottle
Shop, she decided to go with him while the rest of the crowd partied on.
They got in the car and travelled down the road about two kilometres
As they were approaching the traffic lights, a car pulls alongside them
Jimmy was an impulsive type who loved the challenge to a road race,
But they were both unaware what was to happen next, as the intruding
Car pushes through the lights, they both excellerate into the night by
Now they were speeding around 80kph, they are followed by a police car
So they both go faster, the intruder flees to the right while Jimmy tries
To stop but the brakes fail, causing the car to vere off the road crashing
Into a light pole, Jimmy's face is lacerated, but when he looks towards
Jennifer, she is badly hurt, the policeman calls for an ambulance to take
His girlfriend to hospital, he is taken to the police station to make a
Statement and to later see his girlfriend at the hospital, however the
Telephone rings to tell Jimmy that Jennifer had passed away, Jimmy was
Found to have a large blood alcohol reading and was arrested; they
Let Jimmy out to go to Jennifer's funeral, Jimmy felt so guilty about
What he had done, he has lost his wonderful girlfriend over being so
Foolish while driving the car, his Christmas was blackened and he would
Never forgive himself for what he had done, on the day of the funeral
He broke down into tears along with his family and friends as they all
Left the cemetary in the church, very saddened at the loss of Jennifer.
This is her story and the moral to it is to never drink and always
Be responsible when you are driving a car, this is the tribute to Jennifer.
World Justice: Ward, Jennifer
2010
W to the J, J to the W
Voice crackle to the sound of unfairness
Question your place within the white world of today
Your community privileges
With pen in hand, contemplates to write the notes of despairs
W to the J, J to the W
Concern by the brothers and sisters of yesterday, today and tomorrow
Voice crackle to the sight of classicism, sexism, racism
Ism to the reason of wrongness
Lift your sword, write the notes of desolations
W to the J, J to the W
Yesterday, today and tomorrow ******** shut down
Voice crackle to the vocalism of the nonsense, ignorance
Stand against the personal struggles, write the notes of accomplishments
W to the J, J to the W
Open your voice
Let it sing with the rhythm of the goddesses
Athena, the goddess of war will be by your side
So, lift your sword
Write the notes of struggle, despair and resilience
Vocalize for the brothers and sisters of yesterday, today and tomorrow
Shout
Holler
Scream
And your sword never let go
Note:
Jennifer, I hope your birthday (28 August) was sweet and special, dear friend. You have given so much to Poetry Soup and the poets therein. Written lovingly in emulation of your inimitable style.
Wouldn't it be heaven:
to be
set free
from every
boundary
from time and gravity
from crime and war
and hatred we abhor
see the loved ones we knew before
To float in streams
and fly in dreams
to be free from fear
see colors so clear
and have new ones appear
Soaring like birds
on wings of words
nature's draught imbibed
lovingly described
a trek over stream and dale
tell a versified tale
Sharing our feasts
with birds and beasts
no conflict or strife
a non-violent life
enveloped in the peace we dream of
these three remain: faith, hope, love
Hearing trumpets resound
children's laughter abound
to be absolved of all sin
free of dark thoughts within
to reunite with those we have missed
as we dance in the heavenly mist
the undying goal
of the undying soul
to walk with God
on heaven's sod
to know traquility
for eternity
If the truth be told, I'm in love with Jennifer
Aniston that is, not some mangy old pensioner
Kind of a dream
Don't have much steam
But I'd give it a go, sure love to wrestle her
If you had one wish, what would it be
Mine would be with Jennifer Aniston making whoopee
We'd pause for oxygen
Then be at it again
She'd cry bloody murder as I nibbled her tootsies
Actress Jennifer Joanna Aniston
‘Rachel’ in Friends, it sure was fun
Once married to an actor called Brad
But he cheated on her, oh what a cad!