Best Juanita Poems
As I was sitting in the park, one dark cloudy day, I was troubled in such a worrisome way.
My complicated life had me down, upon my face, a grimacing, tormented frown.
When I looked up, what I saw, was a stern faced clown, uninterested, suffused, withdrawn.
He was sitting on the bench, so sad, so frayed, his hands clenched tight, as if he prayed.
A look of torment upon his haunted face, it seemed he was uninterested, out of place.
From his eyes, tears were falling to the ground, I was astonished, I was so astound.
His face seemed to be frozen in time, but then again he reminded me of a mime.
I understood immediately, we were the same, both of us being in the same mind frame.
I tried to smile and to my despair, we both stared at each other with an equal glare.
I wondered what this message could possibly be, was this fate being directed to me?
He nodded his head, looked up to the leaden sky, he read my thoughts, I silently sighed.
I realized in an instant this was foreseen; so petrified, I felt like a frozen ashy figurine.
The clown still seated on the bench, his eyes steadily fixed, on me, was he totally
entrenched?
That tormented look that was upon his face, continued in silence, showing no reflective
grace.
Understanding, I smiled; I knew that this was my ghost, sent to me by The Divine’s Holy host.
No longer worried or concern; my troubles lifted, that gloomy dark cloud has been adjourned.
© Juanita Warden 7/12/11
Categories:
juanita, imaginationme, dark, dark, me,
Form:
Verse
Thinking of O, Ms. Jill Martin was in her solitude “Quietly…breathing”
That, she just waved her hand greeting April Lewis “Without Speaking”
I spied humorist Donald Meikle, writing a “Note to a Lady in Waiting”
Let’s party! exclaimed silent Sami Al-Khalili, but not “Only In Winter”
That’s a real cool idea, and I said, how about in “The Field Of Summer”
Dame Marcyle Beer offered her place, called “Welcome To Fort Beer”
A rising star Taryn Melville proudly breezed in: saying “I Am From…”
But, party guy Anthony Slauson showed us his “Fingers of Freedom”
Leaving noble Alyssa Finley’s young mind fixated in “Dreams Come”
A free verse expert JeanMarie Marchese of Homosassa, uttered “Slow”
Let snow lover Linda Smith tell us first her “Footprints In The Snow”
Indeed, we’ve our time to introduce ourselves, before “The Cockcrow”
Sweet Elaine George arrived, when the night still had a “Tender Heart”
With a special gift, for Raquel Nicholson, ‘cos she has “a broken heart”
I learned that Big John Tanaskow did not wish to go “Back At the Start”
The party made poetic Mark Hansen expressed himself, in “Cloud Nine”
Perhaps he had consumed much of shy type Nicola Steel’s “Plumy Wine”
For he was too excited, to meet a bright Seema Ali, on a “Poetry Online”
Before the party was over, Juanita Ganir, sprung from her “Sacred Well”
And, old Londoner Matt Doe spoke, of his mighty “Showdown In Hell”
To a sexy Tamiviolet Manchas, but, she xoxoxo urged him, “Don’t Tell”
Many thanks, to photographer William Jones, for his “Living In Color”
A souvenir that reflects my own plea to “Make Me Whole, Once More”
A plea to everyone, to all friends, to remember that “My Name Is Thor”
Categories:
juanita, art, friendship, funny, on
Form:
The sensation of butterflies flying within
As your heart joyously sings
An Angelic being growing inside
As your growing tummy gets harder to hide
The bond with your baby already so strong
You pray that nothing will go wrong
The instinct of the Mother already working
For any dangers that may be lurking
Your tummy ripples, your baby has awoken
The love you feel needs not be spoken
Upon your tummy you place your hand
On the growing bump that continues to expand
What a wonderful, magical time to be alive
Harbouring a soul that intends to eventually arrive
Keeping baby safe, warm and protected
While the umbilical keeps you literally connected
Being in control of the life of another
Is a great privilege to any a Mother
Never take this role for granted, EVER
As the way you shape your child, goes on forever.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Categories:
juanita, baby, life, mother, baby,
Form:
Verse
The feeling of being in love
Is like free-falling from up above
Stepping into empty air
With your whole soul to bare
Love gives me goose bumps & butterflies
As I lose myself further in his eyes
The most beautiful eyes I have ever seen
Eyes the colour of the purest emerald...green
He is perfect, he is mine
Right this second, everything is fine
Just close my eyes and say a prayer
That every day he will be there
His touch sends electric shocks
As every inch of my body he rocks
The trembling, the quivering, my body’s on fire
Moans coming together, sounds like a heavenly choir
The aftermath is peaceful…calm
As he traces love hearts into my palm
Mesmerised by his emerald green eyes
If he breaks my heart it will be my demise.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Categories:
juanita, boyfriend, love, passion,
Form:
Verse
You told me there would be no other,
and I would be your only lover,
together our two hearts would always beat as one.
But those damn tours kept getting longer,
while your desires kept getting stronger,
till they exploded like a bullet from a gun.
Your shattered promises ripped the seams,
of my innocent and sacred dreams,
and all those vows we once made are now dead and gone.
All those words our love had once spoken,
mean nothing now that they’ve been broken,
you can’t step back across that line once it’s been drawn.
Felt like my heart had cracked and shattered,
and there was nothing left that mattered,
all those demons tried to convince me life was gone.
The gun was cocked, and I was ready,
but I could not hold my hand steady,
that’s when I realized that life must still go on.
The hardest thing that I’ve had to do,
was to face that unforgiving truth,
it’s time for me to start my life over again.
Dark days bled to brighter tomorrows,
now I have overcome the sorrows,
and silenced all the voices I had held within.
So, please don’t ask me for forgiveness,
cause as the devil is my witness,
I know that everything you said was just a lie.
Even if I was to believe you,
I am not going to mislead you,
don’t love you enough anymore to even try.
Say adios to me Juanita,
I know now that I do not need ya,
and there will be no more tears falling from my eye.
Because the one thing I know for sure,
as I was walking right out that door,
don’t love you enough anymore to even try.
Categories:
juanita, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Johnny Pete and Jolly Pete
Their marriage arranged in heaven,
Come sit here on the catbird seat.
Their marriage is number seven.
Johnny Pete never looked so good.
Jolly was a gorgeous summer bride.
Ceremony was everything it could be.
Witnesses all on Jolly’s side.
Johnny dragged in a street guy
To stand up with him that day.
Jolly got a tear in her eye
And he soon whisked her right away.
Jolly and Johnny had six little ones.
Juicy, Jimmy, Juanita, Johnny, Junior and Jay.
Two girls and four boys all born in the sun.
They were a handful, but fun in every way.
Categories:
juanita, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Looking out the window
Rain trickling down the pane
Oh how the wind does blow
Causing destructive, torrential rain
Trees are bent in half
Stray branches flying here and there
Screaming wind sounds like a maniacal laugh
Brings about anxiety and fear
Houses, buildings torn apart
Twisted metal becomes a spear
My God…please have a heart
The sight around me brings a tear
The minutes have felt like hours
The noise from hell has ceased
The gardens are stripped of their flowers
The hellish fury has been released.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Categories:
juanita, fear, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Foaming bubbles on the sand
As salty water reaches land
The thunderous sound of waves crashing
Children joyfully laughing and splashing
It is another Aussie Summer on the beach
Work and stress, way out of reach
Time to relax, soak up some rays
Take a step into a new phase
The gulls high above are soaring
In the white sand kids are drawing
Amateur love hearts in the sand
As loving couples walk hand in hand
There’s an abundance of happiness
Plenty of smiles and a kind of peacefulness
A warm glow, spreading out from within
Take a deep breath as your surroundings sink in
A myriad of ancient rock pools to explore
Full of oceans’ treasures galore
All odd and ends swept in from the sea
Discoveries made as imaginations run free
Water laps at your toes as you stand on the shore
Multi-coloured shell fragments lifted off the ocean floor
Are scattered haphazardly along the water line
Shells hammered by forces into shards so fine
A Mother holds a shell against her daughters’ ear
Explaining the ocean sound that you can hear
A wondrous smile grows on the child’s face
She is mesmerised by this magical place
The beach is unique, in a class of its own
A place to go for comfort or when you’re feeling alone
Aquamarine water and white tipped waves
Brings about great content, as your soul it saves.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Categories:
juanita, beach, holiday, sea, sound,
Form:
Verse
Patrick Ewing is Neanderthal, but his wife is pretty yawl.
Neil Cannon face is comical, but Mariah Carey loved him so.
Michael Jordan is crooked teeth and Juanita is petite.
Donald Trump is running for President and so funny in what he represents.
Jeb Bush is so political savvy his teeth sashays.
Mark Anthony and Jay-Lo is an epitome of ethnicity and now divorcees.
Just a critic here trying to make a living.
Tamela Mann king is David Mann, but why is he so weak and his humor never
entertains me.
The Steve Harvey Show on radio is nothing though.
Reverend Marvin Winan got car jacked in Detroit and now he is trying to
revitalize youth to be attack some more.
Hillary Rodham-Clinton fell and knock her brain to a southern hemisphere
thereby becoming cognitive impaired.
Barack Obama states he is not athletic at all, but why is he a cycling kangaroo
–does anyone know?
Dr. Oz is not a wizard a tall.
Just a critic telling the score.
Supreme Court Justice Ginsberg is another political Queen Elizabeth and this is
not a compliment.
Justice Young of Michigan Supreme Court looks like dummy.
Mary J. Blige and Taylor Swift are haters of reality.
Dr. Dre is a Putin made.
Michelle Obama journey will soon sojourn.
Maria Shriver is still in love with Arnold.
A critic that knows from observation.
Lame Jokes!
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Written August 28, 2015!
Categories:
juanita, humor, humorous,
Form:
Imagism
L loyalty lust learning life listening
O openness oneness over-indulgent obsessing
V violent vixen voracious visualising
E erotic equality everything
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Categories:
juanita, love,
Form:
Acrostic
My confidante, best friend…my Sister
You’ll never guess how much I’ve missed you
All throughout this past year
Many a time I’ve a shed a tear
Days when I just want you nearby
So upon your shoulder I can cry
Now once again we are together
I wish this week would go on forever
I love your smile and twinkling eyes
You brighten even the darkest skies
When you are here the puzzles complete
These are moments my memory will never delete
Memories of fun, family and sisterly love
Along with all the minor conflicts we rise above
A death stare…a cross word
Nothing will stop us from moving forward
Our love for each other is unconditional
Even though we butt heads and get a tad emotional
I could never contemplate holding a grudge against you
And I believe you feel the exact same way too
Staying mad at you is really quite hard
Cos your spontaneity catches me off guard
Your wonderful weirdness and crazy ways
Working you out is like conquering a maze
An abundance of talent and personality to boot
There are many reasons why, to you, I salute!
I look up to you for your strength inside
You shook off bad history, re-opening your arms again wide
Ready to embrace what life had planned
With your focus and drive, on your feet you did land
But it’s not all seriousness and work
Beyond this façade, your quirky side does lurk
This is the true you, who has us in hysterics
You’re funny and brilliant, there’s not a thing about you I’d fix
Your generosity towards your family is indescribable
A simple ‘Thank-you’ will never be suitable
You’ve given my daughter things I never could
You’ve done above and beyond what most Aunts’ would
I’ve been blessed to have a Sister like you
Not only a Sister…but a best friend too
There’s one part I hate about you arriving
Because no matter what…it leads to you leaving
So please promise me you’ll keep yourself safe and sound
Until this time next year comes back around.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Categories:
juanita, dedication, family, friendship, love,
Form:
Verse
I greet the morning with anticipation, bubbles
of excitement inside, straining forward to walk
outside and stroll among the flowers my hands
have planted and cared for over the past years,
the weigela from our youngest daughter, tomato
plants from her daughter, the dill we placed nearby
to warn off bugs, the orange rose bush from Aunt
Juanita, as happy in my yard as hers, my mother’s
petunias, flowering almond, and variegated sedum,
four Alberta spruce, grown several times their size
as when my brother gave them to me, prior to his
quiet acceptance of death after he lost the battle
with brain tumor. A hibiscus bush, with its dinner-
plate-size blooms, the longed-for weeping willow,
living strong where two others before had perished,
a pink, wild-rose ground cover, spreading more each
summer, the crape myrtle my husband hauled in from
another state, azalea bushes thriving after many false
starts, spring clematis in deep burgundy, and another
September one of miniature white stars, framing the
arch given to me by our only son-in-law on Mother’s
day, the red rose climber from our eldest son, mums
everywhere, joining the celebration of season’s end,
as I now contemplate the closeness and inevitability
of my own.
Categories:
juanita, autumn, earth, flower, garden,
Form:
Prose Poetry
How often do I say
My love grows for you everyday?
Each time you smile
You make everything worthwhile
The day your soul started growing
I found a certain peace and knowing
Something that comes with Motherhood
My role as Mother I understood
Your life was the best gift God gave me
An extension of my family tree
A daughter to be proud of
I thank the heavens above
I know sometimes we fight
Stubbornly we believe each one is right
But our arguments don’t last for long
As we finally see that fighting is wrong
You are like my best friend
You inspire me to no end
You are my guiding light
You give me reason to fight
You have a beautiful heart
And in life...that’s an integral part
A good recipe for happiness
And a lifetime full of kindness
Your spirit keeps me going
As your confidence keeps growing
You teach me day by day
How to live in the best way
We will always be together
Our hearts are joined forever
Even when death does us part
You will always stay in my heart.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Categories:
juanita, child, daughter, dedication, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm in love with Juanita
From El Paso country song ...
Kiss me stronger, senorita,
Make my memories be gone.
To forget the northern beauty,
Who's cold heart is made of stone,
Kiss me stronger, Spanish cutie,
Give me love I missed so long.
Brown eyes so warm and tender,
Margaritaville from blender
Makes it easy to surrender,
Borrowing love from lovely lender.
Do not check my credit rating,
- I am all anticipating ...
Give me love that I am awaiting,
Make my loneliness abating!
Rambling rose from Spanish garden,
Do not let my heart to harden.
Harden only what can please,
- I am down on my knees.
I'm in love with Juanita
From El Paso country song ...
Kiss me stronger, senorita,
Make my memories be gone.
Categories:
juanita, song,
Form:
Rhyme
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Sitting on these train tracks, wondering,
Are you dreaming of me, as I do you?
Do you remember our love as explosive, thundering?
Sitting on these train tracks, wondering,
Is your heart still throbbing as mine, still rumbling?
Can these ambivalence notions of hope be subdued?
Sitting on these train tracks, wondering,
Are you dreaming of me, as I do you?
Juanita Warden
Copyright © 2011(All rights reserved)
IN THE AFTERGLOW, contest
Categories:
juanita, love,
Form:
Triolet