Jane Poems

forever Jane Doe

skull in the forest
her body yet to be found
accident or what

no one comes forward
lone skull left all by itself
detectives come out

dna testing
jane doe remains a jane doe
body still hidden

Remembering Jane

Remembering Jane

“Oh Lord, Won’t You 
Buy Me A Color TV.”

A Genius In Spirit,
A Saturated Soul.
All The Standard Methods
Served To Aid Her In
Forming A Beautiful
PEARL.

Her And Her Bigger
Brothers Had All The
TV They Needed…
That Wasn’t What
She Really Asked For,
I Guess…

Nobody Called Her
Jane…
Sweet Jane.
All Her Friends
We’re Finally
“Driven Away.”

There Is So Much
Empty Space Left
To Somehow
Try And Fill In:

My Ultra

Loretta Jane Swit

Loretta Jane Swit
always possessed of great wit
wasn’t content slinging hash
and became head nurse in MASH

jane birkin

Was the article illusive
In transparent approach
The suitor in study
As students with rome?

Cause and able, yet
There she isn't 

















Ive died in your dear wifes eyes
tell me i never loved her
hurt after the dancings done

ive died in your dear wifes eyes
and theyve been taken away

tell me i never loved an angel
hurt after the dancings done


thugger enter the

JANE AUSTEN

She was well-versed in writing,
With words which touches the heart more than the pierce of a nose ring,
Her characters are bold,
With a nature both haughty and cold.

Elizabeth did find her Darcy at last,
Though she did not explore him much,
Like finding a piece of creamy cake after hours of fast,
And finding someone who is one such!

She

To Jane

Through shifting tides and skies of gray,
One light remained to guide my way.
Through storms and trials, you stayed by my side,
Whichever place, whichever time.

No fleeting love, no passing phase,
A bond that warmed my darkest days.
No matter the chaos, the pain or the fight,
You are my anchor, my shining light.

She grew up with a father’s name,
But

see jane run

.

   i can hear thuh splash 
             already
         yourn pretty
              feets
      'cross thuh creek

 

Lady Jane Grey

Lady Jane Grey was only sixteen
A happy teenager till they made her queen
They wanted her status they wanted her name
But she was only a pawn in their game


Those unscrupulous people those evil men
Forced her to fulfil their evil ends
What they wanted was fortune and fame
 She was only a pawn in the game

Forced to marry

Shell: Jane Grey

Shell (Jane Grey)

The Knights are all lining up
to have their taste of me.
Because I'm quiet and demure 
of the weak and tired and pure
they lock us up forevermore. 

Their whispers and their shouting too,
always surrounded, what's a Queen to do? 
But sit back and take 
I know their words are only fake. 
But a different

ODE TO JANE AUSTEN

She wrote of prejudice and pride,
Of sensibility and sense.
She wrote of love, sometimes requited, sometimes not;
All in an age of elegance (for those who could afford it)
She never found romance herself,
Or, when she did, declined it.
She realised, perhaps, that what she wrote
Bore no resemblance to the real life she knew.
No Darcy there to rescue her,
No

Jill and Jane

Jill and Jane were bosom friends.
Both of them had similar trends.
In acts of daring, they were together.
But Jane was quite cunning and clever.

One day they planned to go down the dale.
Difficult it was climbing down the sloppy vale. 
They knew there was ripe strawberry. 
The thoughts of having it made them merry.

Sad, Jill slipped down

JANE GOODALL

Today’s blessing comes from Jane Goodall
words for all of us…all the other creatures…and for our planet’s sake:

What you do makes a difference
and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make

CAROL, MAYA, EMILY AND JANE

Last night I heard Jane Goodall tell the story of her life of 90 years.
She spoke a lot about her mother…and of her own wishes, dreams and fears.

She spoke about her chimpanzees and their world which she loves living in.
How her mother taught her to judge people by what they do…and not by the color

TO Jane: if not here, I'll see you up there

Jane who long the 
road-to-self-discovery,
married and living
in Carter's wake--turned leaf o'er
Reagan's Mid-East, ALL MY BEST

Jane-By-Pebble-Beach: -3-

I think you would have found sociology agreeable.

The chapters jump right into the heart of the matter and do not cause you to stray wondering--spelled with an 'o' not an 'a'--as 'stray' would have clued you in, ... and I wouldn't suggest psychology. 

Why not? You'd pass out in the hallway fronting the classroom door.

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