Jensen Poems - Poems about Jensen

...Jensen plays to the skinless drum Ten chocolate soldiers melt down by the campside Platitudes of the night crimson altar affairs preside I have forgotten your face wish i was a pram under fu......Read the rest...

...It was a year of revolutions Worldwide, quiet little fights Wanting more from democracy? Fighting for Civil Rights.? From Hull three trawlers sank February, fifty eight lives lost, Adding to th......Read the rest...

...This horrible disease that’s attacking my body In the end, will lose, no matter how hard it tries. With your help, I won’t let it get the best of me. I hope that these thoughts of mine help ease y......Read the rest...

...I long have been a trail-runner, and my name is Art Constantine, sprinting peaks is a thigh-burner, just as tiring as it seems, I started this at seventeen. Most people thought that I was nuts......Read the rest...

...Just the other morning I was working in my den, wrestling with a piece I’d written 2, 3 weeks before, When nephew, David Jensen - who had stayed with us that night - and was struggling with his hom......Read the rest...

...Waiting to hear how things went when a loved one has had critical surgery can be quite traumatic - we've been through it too often... It represented destiny. To answer meant to know what life ......Read the rest...

...This is based on a true story - The wind was soft and swishy as the sun was drifting down, As most the town were mingling at the annual county fair, When loud across the speakers by the north......Read the rest...

......He spotted Jones, and three other rough men, digging at the ground beneath a large spruce. Jones was grousing, “I know it’s buried somewhere, if if it’s not here, I’ll beat it out of that youth......Read the rest...

...Elias Kerwin was born to a woman that people in the town didn’t care for, way out in the old Dakota frontier, she’d been nothing more than a common whore. Until she took up with John ‘Killer’ K......Read the rest...

...As I sit here on the bed Thinking how you should be fed By my love pure as the color red As the time gets closer yet And I scream silent in my head Cause I don't want to be fed To this time of ......Read the rest...

...[A cuppa with mademoiselle Fana Tesfagiorgis] I had just driven my ageless self into the Kaufmanns’ 1936–1939 Frank Lloyd Wright-constructed Pennsylvania getaway:Falling Water Mansion– In a 1......Read the rest...

...Lost and Found Be quiet quiet quiet Yes quiet as a mouse It's nobody else's business What goes on inside our house We like our big little secrets All disguised in pretty bows These things ......Read the rest...

...Groggy, in need I arise, Not bothering to wipe the sleep from my eyes, Another sleepless night as my legs wiggle, and torture me from the inside. What remedy this time will I try? I'm not certain, ......Read the rest...

...Shadows dancing about, encircling around wrists changing into snakes and then it rains blood. Constricting coils of rope, a clattering of bones. Laughter surrounding, legs run but everything is slowe......Read the rest...

...Let me off - Stuffed Weighted chest life was to change, improve Instead the pain grips me my gaze won't stay focused eyelids insist on closing Let me die End this pain End this life Will it then e......Read the rest...