Best Jessica Poems
The Secret Life of Jessica Rabbit
I’m really not as bad as I appear
Can’t help it if my looks arouse your lust
Inside I’m like a nun with mind austere
So leave off all that gazing at my bust
I have a brain that’ s rated high IQ
Could be rocket scientist for one
Though may look like I’m in a burlesque
I solve complex equations just for fun
I paint pictures of wee bunny rabbits
And then I go and cook granny’s dinner
With frame to get a monk in bad habits
I’m truly more a saint, than a sinner
So as a ‘toonl I protest and I mourn
Not really bad it’s just the way I’m drawn
20 January 2019
Movie Magic Poetry Contest
Movie: Who Framed Roger Rabbit
Character:Jessica Rabbit
pimp daddy rides off
he glares at the thought of me
a poet,score one
Black chocolate or creamy white it doesn’t matter
See past the outside and you’ll find a taste of something beautiful
Your values may change, shift, and shatter
Black chocolate or creamy whit it doesn’t matter
Don’t speak mindlessly with your chatter
For neither is better or more suitable
Black chocolate or creamy white it doesn’t matter
See past the outside and you’ll find a taste of something beautiful
There is nothing wrong with Jessica
I don't know any Jessica
If I did she would be smart and smell like flowers
You know, the living ones with pink petals
Her hair would change color at the beauty shop
She could be bald but I think not
People would love her just the way she is if she were
I like the name so much I would have a bunch
I will name my next ten children Jessica
And take them out to lunch if they exist
What's in a name
Jessica
Authors note: It is true. The author does not know a Jessica. He apologizes for any negative connotation or inference the reader might have or construe from the title for instance and to any one who, by chance, might be called Jessica. Please look beyond that and enjoy the poem.
Jessica
The atmosphere in the basement was thick,
The party was so intense you could not even think.
Everyone was dancing, drinking and having fun.
This was basically everyone, all except one.
Her name was Jessica, she was only sixteen.
She had sneaked out of her house just to be seen.
Jessica was a smart and pretty girl, but her self esteem was low
She was sitting at the party, watching everyone dance and put on a show..
Along came a guy, he told her if she wanted to get out of there.
She hesitated at the offer, but let the pressure get the best of her.
They went outside; he talked to her like no guy had ever before
He looked in her eyes asking for something much more.
They went to his car for the sole intention of talking,
But he tried to kiss her with out even stopping.
She felt dizzy and slug, you see the drink he had gave her
Had contained some type of tranquillizing drug
That night he had raped her over and over,
With no type of Mercy until he had gotten sober.
She woke up naked covered in blood,
Screaming and screaming with all her might
Only to discover that that guy she barely knew was nowhere in sight.
A month passed and she was still scared,
Only because a guy had gone way too far.
Feeling pain she began to worry, running to the hospital in a hurry.
Jessica was told to be infected, as the doctor diagnosed her with HIV,
She felt like her life would no longer be.
This was the story of a girl, who deserved so much better,
But to her it seemed like life was eternally out to get her.
Jessica Tiffany got a sex change operation . But she did not du it here.
She did it in a different nation ! Let,s fly butterfly got a sex change too !
But let,s fly butterfly isn,t a Jew !
Victoria Joseph wants a sex change operation. But she lives far from dr.brassard &
The Canada nation ! Nikki pilawa is a make up girl , in the new Zealand nation .
She looks like Megan follows , so maybe she can get all the boys she wants ,
Without that sex change operation !
Grace Robertson is half Japanese , her hair extensions fall off win ever she sneezes !
Physical chimera likes 2 play video games ! If j.j.abrams wood hire her 2 play
Saylor moon , she mite even change her names !
Maya markus Henry from Toronto could be twins with Ella Elliot from England ,
Thay boeth got bleached blond ! Thay are boeth on dr.brassard,s list.
But Ella wood have 2 travel far across the pond ! ...
Jessica-Jane is best known for London 2012,
When she won the gold in a dramatic finish,
In the swimming 200 metres freestyle event,
In the S14 class, for intellectual disabilities.
She has autism and was born in August 1996,
She was the first S14 swimmer to win a gold.
For her performance at 2012 and charity work,
She was awarded the MBE 2013 for her efforts.
Since 2013 she’s been a Mencap ambassador,
Where she’s raised funds and much awareness,
And she’s also involved in as an ambassador for,
The Norwich City Community Sports Foundation.
In 2013 at the World Champs, Montreal, Canada,
Jessica-Jane won the gold plus a silver, a bronze,
And then in 2014 in Eindhoven in the Netherlands,
She won silver for the free, bronzes back, medley.
At the Worlds 2015, Glasgow, in the back, medley,
Jessica-Jane took two golds, and in the freestyle,
She won the silver, so in the 2016 Euros, Portugal,
Jessica-Jane won one gold free, and two silvers.
But to make it to Rio this champ needed surgery,
‘Cos there was something wrong with her throat.
She got this, and in Rio she won freestyle silver,
Individual medley silver and backstroke bronze.
Jessica died today,
and the buddleja tree is sighing.
The last yellow rose of autumn,
is bowing its head and crying,
for Jessica died today.
No more walking the streets,
up to your stomach in snow,
greeting shoppers for treats
who you got to know.
Your garden was yours to protect,
and you did in a beautiful way,
now frogs and birds are all mourning,
for Jessica died today.
No more chasing balls in the park,
beneath the spring cherry blooms,
rolling on your back on the leaves;
chasing the children’s balloons.
Oh how the children loved her,
when she joined with them in play,
and now they must sadly be told,
that Jessica died today.
no more welcoming all callers;
no more falling asleep by my bed;
no more staring with pleading eyes;
thankful for small scraps of bread.
Jessica died today,
and the buddleja tree is sighing.
The last yellow rose of autumn,
is bowing its head and crying,
for Jessica died today.
* For Jessica Alba ... and the splendor of her smile. *
Oh, the enigma of her face ...
Its melting mysteries and moody veneers
When sad, like a brumal, aching, mist-muddled beach
Wild tresses framing it like surf-swept seaweed
Sandy spindrift, left by her squall ...
Then, the smaze lifts ...
The irises spark like dark fire opals
Glistening as the wild wash of the Milky Way
Her smile blooms forth - a dazzling midday meadow
Splashed thick with heather and promise ...
Oh, and all the mad magic ...
The cinematic surprises from there-to-here
Rages of rouge, bawdy blushes, and pale complexions, moony
The multitude of transitions and tones - all divine ...
And all ... my undoing.
~ 8th Place ~ in the "My Upcoming Birthday (09-03) Celebrity - Any Form Cash Prize" Poetry Contest, William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor.
Jessica is my bestest friend.
She's here for me 'til the end.
Her laugh always cracks me up.
When i talk she doesn't interrupt.
She lost her voice the other day.
At my house she is supposed to stay.
This poem is finally through .
I hope you find a best friend to.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
Am I made of chocolate? I don't feel sweet
But when I am near you I melt at your feet
This puddle you stand in; it used to be me
A bit of a mess now but still a fine treat
With distance to aid us; I'm retaking form
I used to be chocolate but now I'm a storm
My wind cannot cool you; So perfectly warm
And even my lightning can't help but adore
Such a beautiful woman; Transforming a man
From clown into poet into number one fan
Of those magical eyes; My God do they span
To her heart from her soul then back again
It takes just a blink; To cease asking why
You have so much charm in such epic supply
Unlikely you'd notice; Should some go awry
The goal of this story was making you mine
Well maybe not that; But vent some release
Feelings inside make one weak in the knees
And I don't often find; A redhead to tease
Using my poetry boredom disease
The sun stole behind the spire
As shadows strolled
Along the rows of flowers.
Every bouquet,every blossom
A blessing.
Every posey,every petal
A promise
For a brighter tomorrow.
Half way along a line,half in prayer,
I paused on a poem
As an older couple behind me
Read to one another.
Somehow I asked them
How they felt
In respect of the tributes
But they could only let me say
In my own vaque way,
How I felt,
Overwhelmed
An understated.
Forming a farewell to starngers,
Strangely familiar for those moments,
I made my way away
In silent solitude.
Let us be what we can never fathom.
Spread your wings and fly.
Through the skies so bold and narrow,
touching souls so high.
Life is too short, just let it flow,
but don't give in too easily.
For everything you want, shall come,
but will not be given freely.
You must give, in order to receive.
Freedom is your goal.
Become what you thought you would never be;
someone with a soul.
** This poem is in memory of Jessica Rekos, one of the children who died in the Sandy Hook shooting. Jessica was six year old and when she turned ten she was supposed to get her very own horse but that dream ended.
Jessica rides on her horse, Rocky, as they gallop to the Lord's house.
She loved horses and will now have her very own horse to gallop and play on in Heaven.
Jessica will watch over her brother and best friend, Travis, as he goes through the journey of life.
Being his rock.
By making sure he does not fall of the horse completely.
Sunday afternoon
On a bench in the park
Friendly breeze
Moderating September heat.
She been to church
But it was nothing
Except people and practice.
God was almost silent.
Not the same
With Lloyd gone
He used to sing
Big and bold
With the tenors
And she sittin
Across an alto
And smilin at her man
Midst the songs of Zion.
Hardly seemed like Sunday
The rush all round.
But here in the park
Half way to the apartment
There was Church.
Laughter of children
Old men at the dominoes
Bright colour waking in the trees
Robin and goldfinch
Singing and stretching
For the coming trek.
Jessica with eyes closed
Felt His warm Hand
On her face
And began to speak out
“I was glad
When they said unto me.
Let us go into
The house of the Lord.
Our feet shall stand
Within thy gates
O Jerusalem.”