Best Jensen Poems

This horrible disease that’s attacking my body
In the end, will lose, no matter how hard it tries.
With your help, I won’t let it get the...

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Lost and Found 

Be quiet quiet quiet
Yes quiet as a mouse
It's nobody else's business
What goes on inside our house
We like our big  little secrets
All...

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An ash blaze scours your head.
The ice kaleidoscope of your eyes burns into my soul.
The hardened touch of gentle hands scars my body.
The piercing touch...

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This is based on a true story -


The wind was soft and swishy as the sun was drifting down, 
As most the town were mingling...

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Groggy, in need I arise,
Not bothering to wipe the sleep from my eyes,
Another sleepless night 
as my legs wiggle, and torture me from the inside.

What...

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Shadows dancing about,
encircling around wrists
changing into snakes
and then it rains blood.
Constricting coils of rope,
a clattering of bones.
Laughter surrounding,
legs run but everything
is slowed down.
Screams are silently
stolen...

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Looking at my life thro' an open window.
The pain in my eyes for all to see
Behind me is darkness; In front redemption.
My thoughts are hushed...

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I long have been a trail-runner,
and my name is Art Constantine,
sprinting peaks is a thigh-burner,
just as tiring as it seems,
I started this at seventeen.

Most people...

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[A cuppa with mademoiselle Fana Tesfagiorgis] 

I had just driven my ageless self into the Kaufmanns’ 1936–1939 
Frank Lloyd Wright-constructed Pennsylvania getaway:Falling Water Mansion– 
In...

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What Images We Recall?

What images we recall, 
As cannons fire, release their smoke?
Mud drenched battlefields abroad
Rat infested 
Trenches full of comrades bodies
That offer warmth while...

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Just the other morning I was working in my den, wrestling with a piece I’d written 2, 3 weeks before, 
When nephew, David Jensen -...

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Let me off -

Stuffed
Weighted chest
life was to change, improve

Instead
the pain grips me
my gaze won't stay focused
eyelids insist on closing

Let me die
End this pain
End this life
Will...

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Elias Kerwin was born to a woman
that people in the town didn’t care for,
way out in the old Dakota frontier,
she’d been nothing more than a...

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Waiting to hear how things went when a loved one has had critical surgery can be quite traumatic - we've been through it too often......

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It was a year of revolutions
Worldwide, quiet little fights
Wanting more from democracy?
Fighting for Civil Rights.?
From Hull three trawlers sank
February, fifty eight lives lost,
Adding to that...

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