Jenny Poems - Poems about Jenny

Bubbles confabulated, Aquamarine rosary beads, Steel-blue beams. Americana scarecrow, Cherry-red combine. Lost Highway, A road to the car dealership, Back on the interstate. Campanile, Brookings. Brick courthouse, marriage license. Curvy fairytales, Gluten-free supper, Phillips Diner. Sioux Falls railroads, Sewage floating in the river, All in view— On the Cliff Avenue hill, Of the obsolete penitentiary. Converged coalescence— South Dakota State women win March Madness, A retired federal chief district lesbian judge, Her hands clapping in the...

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Wendy and Jenny hold a party They are coming dressed up pretty They are not lonely They are all happy Wendy brings her honey Jenny brings her puppy They are there making cookies The party is funny Looks like the party is juicy But someone is going to be crazy ...

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There is a story Told of old Of Jack and Jenny Wild and bold. Jack was first To play the fool. He ran off and made a mule. When jealous Jenny Heard the skinny She ran off And made a hinny. Or so the story goes....

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Jenny eat her probiotics eating foreign leaves chewing on the cud the machinations of the wise foreleign days back lit She is braver each day said she hadn't the time to choose but she still believes in the duty of self improvement A message to the earnest she find her garland summer...

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Guys have been praising Jenny Bent on marrying poor Lenny At hill tops "I love Lenny, Whose bank account reads Penny!" Not that he has not any But women gasp for many And Jenny's needs damned many Still rejected Rich Kenny, Who himself hates a Nanny: Wedding one thinks uncanny....

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Jenny, they say, will face a tragedy. Is it not something always predicted this way? Will it be Jenny? Or Pete or Paul? We glance every day among those tabloid papers - so many. We read headlines, blink, then another front page; or see this or that on TV. Yes, we tut-tut. We always go this self-same way. You reach an advanced age. So so. Ah yes, so so. (written Sep 2022; posted...

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This is about Lenny and Jenny, Whose love had begun with no Penny But Jenny's songs all about Lenny, Thousands ready to swear 'uncanny', Not excluded Miss Jenny's Granny, Who had told Jenny about Danny, His Gold in all the nooks and cranny: "Leaving it for just Lenny Funny!" "My Smarter Grand Daughter Tessy Had her regular dumped for Messi" In dollars wonderful; Lord have...

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Jenny died eight years ago, but her sister Terry never let her go. She speaks to her daily, which worries her parents. They have taken her to a psychiatrist, but nothing changes. She is still here, she insists. They do not understand. Neither has a drop of belief in spirituality. To them dead is dead; no personality, no soul,...

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It seems awfully naive to think that you're the only ones In such a vast universe you know so little about. There are millions and millions of planets, moons, and suns That can harbor the possibility of life, throughout. The smartest people of the human race on planet Earth Can't even fathom the knowledge of what really exists. Your species is...

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A connoisseur of delicious or Johnathan apples? Queried my mom. I had never considered her a connoisseur of either, I said with aplomb. I knew her as Apple Jenny, she was a crone with a mission to learn. I watched over her closely as she made her warm apple butter churn. A scholarly woman, a sage wild woman who...

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In school when I was growing up while destiny and I were still determining my path…I leaned more toward reading and art…I was not interested in math. Oh, the basic math I needed in life I was able to adopt…but here…when it came to math…is where my interest stopped. For instance I didn’t need to amass a...

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Remember who you used to be? Say why you never truly loved me....

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Jenny Wren Jenny Tiny feisty Torrent of hyperbole Over puffed explosion of joy Lovely...

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Comin Thro the Rye by Robert Burns modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Oh, Jenny's all wet, poor body, Jenny's seldom dry; She's draggin' all her petticoats Comin' through the rye. Comin' through the rye, poor body, Comin' through the rye. She's draggin' all her petticoats Comin' through the rye. Should a body meet a body Comin' through the rye, Should a body kiss...

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J-ust a simple verse of mine, E-merging from my mind, N-ever I leave it behind N-or is it hard to find Y-our birthday's on December one....

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