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 full moon
grateful to be the new born
like a newly hatched larvae
An urbane man chased by
bedraggled beagles
Forget the rest
cruelty at its own behest
treads to grey
Categories:
jensen, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
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 your tearful cries.
It means so much to me that you’re all by my side,
Keeping me strong with all of your kind thoughts and words.
I know that this will be a very challenging ride,
But I have faith that all of your prayers will be heard.
You may not see them, but there are angels all around,
Telling me every day that I will be alright.
You many not believe it, but your love has a sound,
Calming me nightly and helping my body to fight.
So, please don’t worry about the state that I’m in.
Before you know it, I’ll be back on my feet.
It’s your love that will help me to be healthy again.
After all, we’re Wards, and our love can’t be beat.
Categories:
jensen, writing,
Form: Rhyme
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 patience said
Cause it seems like eternity
Waiting as my passion bleeds
Yearning as the days decrease
To the day we will succeed
Once again each other we'll see
Embrace, entwine and become unity
As we journey to life's serenity
Crystal Jensen
08/14/2020
For my King.
Categories:
jensen, desire, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
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,
it seems everything once has been tried.
So back to the same old, same old, I go -
my Earl Grey.
The cupboard door scrapes open,
Blindly I reach my hand inside,
find the container - find the tea, then
Swing open the small cupboard by the sink,
Grab the tallest mug, water, tear open the pouch,
And inhale.
Pause -
Part of my routine,
Inhale the powerful aroma of
my Earl Grey tea.
Toss the bag it lands to float on the water
in my large mug,
Then two minutes in the microwave,
Add the French Vanilla, and I am ready for my buzz.
Ah, here we are,
I sit on the spare room bed,
Lift my mug and inhale again,
let the flavor fill my head,
and sip, hot, steaming, burning
yet, healing liquid,
I am hoping it
will relax and return me to my bed.
(c) Lisa Jensen-Lewis 2013
Categories:
jensen, health,
Form: Free verse
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 slowed down.
Screams are silently
stolen from lips.
Falling down into
a pool of fire.
Eyes close in horror,
open again....safe.
Alive.
Awake, in the real world.
Karlin K. Jensen, November 21, 2012
Categories:
jensen, fantasy, fear,
Form: Blank verse
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 end?
Shall I try?
(c) Lisa Jensen-Lewis 2011
Categories:
jensen, angst, me,
Form: Blank verse
What Images We Recall?
What images we recall,
As cannons fire, release their smoke?
Mud drenched battlefields abroad
Rat infested
Trenches full of comrades bodies
That offer warmth while they die
Implore us to continue the fight
“Win the war, and stand firm
That freedom remains, our children to
Obtain.”
What images we recall?
As poppies fasten to lapels,
Blood red petals, black powder centers.
Medals, uniforms, wreaths,
Reveille.
Swift steps, barbed wire,
Comrades falling, helpless we stare
Continue on, maimed and broken
Our task this position we must secure.
What images we recall?
Our grandchild’s hand lost in our grasp
Remembrance of the reason
We put our lives on hold
Our sacrifice,
We recall
The reason for it all
Our future generation -
Our reward.
(c) Lisa Jensen-Lewis 2011
Categories:
jensen, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
An ash blaze scours your head.
The ice kaleidoscope of your eyes burns into my soul.
The hardened touch of gentle hands scars my body.
The piercing touch of his tongue abuses my lips.
My knees weaken. His smell, musky, tainted with Armani.
The torture continues. You’ve pull me into your destructive embrace.
Shocked with electricity, you whisper
I can satisfy you.
© Sandra Denise Jensen
5 November 2007
Categories:
jensen, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, love, mystery,
Form: Epyllion
Looking at my life thro' an open window.
The pain in my eyes for all to see
Behind me is darkness; In front redemption.
My thoughts are hushed in the breeze,
My tears dried and complete.
Evidence of my trivia, ash stains down my cheeks.
Vivid greens, blues and hues,
seduce me from the other side of the window.
The inside is dull, forlorn and disarrayed,
Secrets killing my soul.
On the outside weeds seem happier than me,
Harsh cracked faces; Blood cold and frozen within.
Dandelion fairies dance high in the ocean sky.
Trapped, caught and alone.
Fear etched into each breath.
He walks in, My heart stops, light sears my soul
Release finally comes as I hit the floor
for in my hand Hope throbs.
© Sandra Denise Jensen 2007
Categories:
jensen, death, faith, hope, life,
Form: I do not know?