Best Julie Poems
Stubbing my toeses and whiskers on women
Stepping on nettles and by a swarm of bees bitten
Bounded like hostages tied up with strings
These are a few of my suckiest things
White collared phonies and bills piled in oodles
Bad smells and poop felled from schnauzers and poodles
Old geezers who cry when the old swooner sings
These are a few of my suckiest things
News from the presses with more stock value slashes
Cornflakes that grow soggy when in the milk splashes
Little wood splinters that felt like a sting
These are a few of my suckiest things
When the moon lights
When the glee sings
When I’m feeling glad
I stumble upon one of my suckiest things
And everything turns bad
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Under mountains of coal and ash
two, cold, porcelain figurines withstand
the years, as they grind away slowly
their lines and composition turning
to dust.
I was the culprit, tearing down the
house you built, now a stranger to the
pillars of your sunlight laughter
Embarrassed I bow with only a huge
gap I created...lifeless with no
interiors… only regret.
I knew you when there was only a small
one bedroom apartment…no monuments
to your name…when you were nervous
and alone. I loved you with my blinded
heart, at risk with too many intimate scars…
and now with memories and
no words ever spoken.
© Julia Heckman 2011
To Julie
Every morning when you wake up we all hear you say,
“Is Gram up Yet?”
Can I come visit Please? I’m all dressed and I’m all set.
“What are we to do today Pam?” you always seem to ask.
Can we draw, can we paint, or do just any old task.
Tell me what to do Pam, tell me what to play, tell me what to do on this brand
new day.
When you walk through the door,
The sunshine follows you inside.
The smile on your face makes you wishes
Mine to abide.
You talk to your gram and bring light into her heart.
But when you are angry, you are such a little tart.
Your anger doesn’t last long thank God I must say!
Your hearts just to big to have such a bad day.
Sometimes you tire me out till I just want to drop, but
A day without you makes my heart want to stop.
Julie you are one of Gods little lights, sent down from heaven to keep our hearts.
in flight.
A five year old girl who knows just what to say, when someone is lonely in a sad
kind of way.
I love you dear little one, more every day.
There was a girl that no-one knew her name
Everybody took for a silly little game
Every day she was crying
Every day she was lying
Until one day, she found a place to hide
And then she tried to commit suicide
But she was saved by someone very nice
But then tried to do it twice
But the second time she was afraid to do it again
So she started to get rid of her hate and pain
After a few days, she was strong and happy
That girl was I and my name is Julie
Now she doesn’t forget her powerful beauty Lives every day knowing that she’s lovely
Not worrying about what people say For great things were made from muddiest clay
Holds in her heart her power which is love For she was made from the Creator above
She doesn’t try to be somebody that you’re not She learned to be content and appreciate what you’ve got
She doesn’t forget whom she’s meant to be Never giving up she stays as bold as the sea
Julie
I exist
I exist
Only in my sadness
I exist
Only in my nightmares
I exist
Only in a painting
She paints the faces
Of those who have no face
She paints the dreams
Of those who held no hope
She paints
As I die inside my poems
Ink and paint both dry
We are small dots
On the map of gods canvass
No tear shall change
All the dancing graves
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Julie D'Aubigny
{Hey, Where'd My Audience Go?}
Broke, Julie became a sexy stripper
Soon her bank account was pretty chipper
Her boyfriend treated her well
Then they moved to Israel
Julie's first performance was Yom Kippur
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Note: Yom Kippur is the Holiest Day of the
Jewish year. Over 90% of Israelis are in
synagogue and fasting on Yom Kippur
night and day.
We met apon this very site to strangers in a room.
Just two names apon a screen hello would lead the way.
Many will wonder but we keep are mystery no longer.
We found comfort in one anothers arms.
but most of all we found love something neither one of us
had known very often.
The road we have travled togther has taken many twists.
two best friends who soon became lovers we fell into
this without question and stumble happily togather along the way.
Now with a ring apon your finger and a promise
at a life niether thought we would know I look forward to every
passing day.
To hearts clasped togather.
Two loves one passion cast in stone by eyes that shall never betray.
This is not so much a poem as it is a true statement of the
little spitfire who stole my heart who in so many ways saved my life
its really no secret to anyone who knows me yet truley only one really
does you may know her As Julie Loveless
But that name will soon change as I did propose
and she did except so to any who may wonder
she is the other half to my heart.
I love you Jules
Just that one girl,
Under the influence of romantics,
Living for love,
In deception of useless antics,
Every thing she could want,
Lying to a mask,
Often subject to a taunt,
Vulnerable to it's grasp,
Ever living in tomorrow,
Living for the waking dawn,
Enlightenment found in sorrow,
Sorrow never did her wrong,
Softly romantic yet viciously loving.
Start in the middle,
Where all warmth and understanding lies.
Then make your way to the ridge,
To the very edge of all-known splendour,
Just so that you know,
(At least you think you know)
How far you can go.
Then dump it all out,
(The middle, the ridges, the warmth)
And just kiss her.
Make her shoot out of her boots.
Kiss her, kiss her, and then kiss her.
Because for you, and her, and the world,
There's no hope in getting less sillier.
Julie Andrews
Eat your heart out
My sound of music
Owns these hills
The pretty painted trees and all
The freedom sloped on every side
The Hudson hovering beyond
These psychedelic theaters that nature cooks by itself
Auf wiedersehen, frauline
These hills are alive with me.
(10/18/14, Poet's Park, Red Hook NY)
Laden in morning rises,
finding me in your irises
my creativity waits gently on the other side of this door
that creaks soft with hums that
hem your hair behind your perfect ears.
We're all children on couches
falling in our fresh and sudden thoughts
with bottomless candor,
pressing lips against young and flaming worries.
The door is swung open now
and unknown flowers are singing en masse.
Julie and Jim
she a stealing
he is a grilling
together their milling
she a chilling
he a pleading
she a cruzing
he a bruzing
she a flitting
he is a hurting
Sheryl was as strong as a rose
Her beauty matched the finest petal
But it was the thorns which were like a tornado,
Taking its toll on all but a few left astray
Julie acted like a queen
Her smarts were outnumbered
But it was the power which held her down,
The wrath of it all was too strong
Sheryl and Julie would search till the end of time
To find what they needed
Their patience and understanding matched the clock,
But the tick of each second drove them insane
You wore your height and weight
As a disguise and armour
Over an old wound
That was still raw
Just never healed
The toddler victim way deep inside
Deciding never again to be frail
Not look like easy prey
Raped by a boy she knew
One she looked up to
He did it then left her by herself
To find her own way home
This little girl of three
All alone to find a way to pick up
The pieces of her broken heart
Of her murdered innocence
Just her and her tattered bloody dress
So disillusioned So lost
Abandoned and forgotten
With no one to protect her
A three-year old so easily betrayed
This three-year old never able to forget
Still there after all these years
Still stunned at being sullied
Still shocked being abandoned
Still crying to be saved
Dying to erase the hurt inflicted
Her shattered world never to be the same
Nothing more than a remaining shell
Like her light had been blown out
And it stayed dark just not right inside
This little girl of three
Was still surviving on her own
In spite of the years
The extra height and weight
The thirty years that passed
Vaguely her older sisters still remembered how
Overnight they’d lost their joyful little sister
And something just wasn’t right
Like so many other stories
Will it ever come to an end
What evil lurks
That preys on little girls of three
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on February 11, 2021 for contest 3 POETRY sponsored by ANTHONY BIAANCO - RANKED 7TH
Jubilant Johnny Jump Up runs all over town
But what about Debutante Julie Jump Down?
She lands on horses and cows and such.
Would re-directing her be too much?
If she were to also jump up along with Johnny
Would that infuriate his lovely wife named Connie?
They used to have a running feud, these unhappy two.
Getting them to agree would be a coup.
Are you on board on helping me redirect Julie Jump Down?
I think we can catch her; she is on this side of town.
Uh-oh here is Connie and she looks mean and sour.
She is one hag I never want to make dour.
My apologies to the horses and cows and such.
But I think redirecting Julie might be too much.
I want to stay on the good side of terrible Connie.
So, I am not going to mention Julie or Johnny.