A fast-paced, quick-thinking woman is Jen.
Gregarious and fun, she juggles her men
Tossed and tumbled, all three laugh about it.
Loving her the whole time, for she is a chit.
Happy-go-lucky, fun to be with for sure.
Her motives are good-natured, totally pure.
All think they have a chance, but none know.
She juggles six more beaus down in Buffalo.
There once was a dingo doer named Jen
who’s nothin but a suckin squawkin hen.
For a tim tam she’ll do
the same nasty to you
with a stroke of her feral tongue and pen!
She’s got a thing for this special dingo
and writes me love poems in my lingo.
With all that sexual tension
she so wants my attention
but beware the rabid dingo innuendo!
~~~~
*tim tam is a chocolate biscuit.
'There will be consequences'
'Russia will pay a severe price'
Please pardon Mr. Putin for failing to tremble
He's focusing on his next roll of the dice
'Our sanctions will punish their economy'
'Russia's financial sector will be crippled'
Abject weakness barely causes a ripple
Putin's not as worried as Psaki thought he would be ~
The US has yet to sanction Russia's largest bank, you see
______________________________________________
Ms. Jen Psaki is President Biden's Press Secretary. All the
quotes in the poem are from her.
To quote me
Poor Old
Poor Old
Poor Old me
Why me
Why me
Why always me
Until 1 day came along
Mev Jen
Lady P
She started reading writing
And commenting to me
And now
Poor Old
Why always me
Is foreign to me
Because she opened up my heart
And made me want to be
Everything she sees in me
I wish 1 day I may become and I am going
to try my level best
To justify the faith she placed in me
Because she deserves it so
Bake Dankie Mev Jennifer
My Plus One
A transgender girl in Milan
Must guard when she goes to the can
She may wish to sit
Or truly commit
And pee on the floor like a man!
I visit my nurse today
who gives me my injection
she always makes me feel okay
and has a superb complexion
There are other carers there
but Jen's the one I allow to dose
one prior orderly gave me a scare
almost fainted came near close
I'm glad we found each other
now there's no need to fear it
there never is a pother
I've found a kindred spirit
Her pooper scoper is filled with laughter
A kind and gentle soul always encouraging me
To pickup after her poop, she is a hoot
Her kindest and friendliness on soup
Blends these two together
JEN on the other hand has a love of understanding
A poem she once wrote left me gasping for air
If you put these two together in one simple poem
It would be called
Amazeballs
This is not a song to be sung but the melody of Two
Givening to one
Contest:In Praise of the Ode
Sponsored by: Aette Onclaud
Date Created: 10/01/2020
Jen the hater was an awful bully
People’s reps she would gleefully sully
We made her our friend
Things were on the mend
Left her bad attitude in the gully
I AM TIRED JEN (THE ALIBI)
Lips and hair and style and grace,
Conserted effort to paint that face,
Creams and perfume, a smell divine,
Lace and silk that were once mine.
Stench of deciept hangs in the air,
Slips on her heels without a care,
Where once was love, detest now thrives,
As she brings infidelity into our lives.
Contacts a friend, her alibi now set,
She lies and leaves with zero regret,
My soul is cleaved, my heart is riven,
Destroyed my being, she is never forgiven.
LORD, I humbly greet You, early this new day, a Tuesday in May
I return to my prayer list with "N" countries, from Netherlands to Norway
Adoration is the FIRST STEP (one way to PRAY) using "A-C-T-S"
The letters, not the word, "A" for adoring Him, God IS (Love) & LORD of lords
The "C" is for confession of sins. Then "T"hanksgiving and "S"upplication
I intercede, Abba-Father, for peoples in LOCKDOWN - quarantine as The virus
Called the common "Corona," a "garland" with aura, but what a CRISIS
The world has never been as connected & as SHUTDOWN for business!
Fear is everywhere, we rebuke it in Jesus' name, to Him we are most dear
Bless the global family, from islands to former Empires, praying together
For former Holland, Namibia, Nauru, Niger, Nigeria, some named "North"
One changed to Eswatini (Swaziland, Greece ... in my "E" and "G" lists)
Last but certainly not least, North Macedonia, linked to Alexander the Great
LORD, show mercy to us all, in Jesus' Name, to those "named and unnamed"
NOTE: I have not structured this form with iambic feet or any other meter. I found this form suits my faith in Jesus as LORD, closest to how I feel: SONnet
In twenty-eleven, an Italy tour,
We hung out with Roger and Jen,
Exchanging addresses, though what were the odds
That we might ever see them again?
For with hundreds of miles and quite a few years
In between us, the chances were slim,
But an email popped up – they’d be here in New York
So they reached out, perhaps on a whim.
It was such a delight to connect once again
As we showed them some favorite spots
And at dinner we chatted some more as we filled
In the blanks and connected the dots.
But the biggest surprise, which just knocked off my socks,
Was discovering that, every day,
Roger goes to my site and reads all that I write –
I’m more touched than I know how to say!
Billy whispered to Jen,
Lets have an adventure again.
Through the maze,
Past the graze.
Their'd you find them,
In a fort made of Ma's favorite denim.
Billy and Jen, partners in crime,
Billy and Jen, Always till the end.
Can't find them?
You'd hear Ma say "Oh, not again!"
Through the maze,
Past the graze.
Their they were!
Making their own world!
Billy and Jen,
Were always,
Best friends, till the end.
Number 6 of
THE JENNIFER POEMS
“Be that Miss Jen?” shuddered my voice.
Oh Eros, for three barren year I have waited.
“Alloo,” came from the other end, soft , softer
Pulling my very heart from my enfeebled chest.
That voice, the fuel of my hitherto dying soul;
Voice of Jen.
If by the hand of providence
I was at that moment fossilized,
An eternal smile be on that face registered
So that the world be told I loved her true.
Permit reader to tell thee what so troubled a voiced plodded-
I implore thee listener to hold those hearts like men
For no worse pestilence, no worse dissatisfaction
Had I before felt when that voice quivered in resignation.
“Gerald, no human in this world
Will point to me as a friend-
I have none save fiends and pestilence.
No family at my call.
I have lived in a world of gloom and deceit.
Oh Gerald, if my very pain be understood.
And Jen resolved to exhume for my ears
That self-pity and doom of those gloomier years…
Number I of the Jennifer
My heart-beats race in glee
As blood surges through nerves and veins
While I behold with bliss sweet Jennifer.
There she jumps like a bee in spring-
Here she laughs with Louisa at her heels
Exposing white even teeth to bless any tongue.
O! Here I find myself in love, my heart ding-dong.
In student wear and brown sandals,
Sweet eyes that recall me memories:
Milky skin and contagious smiles
My Jennifer writhes in rhythm with the breeze.
Does she know there an admirer be?
Does she? O! does she?
Does she know my heart is blooming
Like daffodils in full spring?
O Jen, what will I tell so young a queen
And so untamed a child?
Oh Eros, I shall hold myself though I weep,
Than intrude her glorious innocence.
Number 5 of
THE JENNIFER POEMS
Nothing gave me a worse shudder-
Nothing enraged me more
Then when it came to my feeble ears that
Sweet JEN was holidaying with that savage chief.
I leave thee in despair Jen
For that feeble heart I promised thee
Slowly collapses when I reflect of thee.
I leave thee in my despair.
But I hope that someday soon
We meet again with happier thoughts.
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