there was a young lad from Cork named Hess
who liked to fool around with a lass named Jess
one night it was said
he forgot to wear a certain item to bed
and Jess said ugh you made a real mess
Goodmorning
(Table says datt)
Ooooouuhhhhh
(Jess voice ),
Wyd
(Table says datt)
Ooooouuhhhhh, chillin
(Jess voice),
Dam it's fkn HoTT today , don't Cha think
( Table says datt)
Ooooouuhhhh, fr
(Jess Voice),
"Wya?",
(Jess voice)
Ooooouuhhhh, n Slow
(Table say's datt)
Oooooouuhhhh , " bring me bak something to eat den ?",
(Jess voice)
Ooooouuhhhhh I'll try
(Table says datt )
Ooooouuhhhhh
(Jess voice )
Say datt
(Tables voice)
Oooooouuhhhh , k den Love you
(Table says datt)
ooooouuhhhh,k den love you too
(Jess Voice)
Say datt
(Tables voice)
Oooooouuhhhh
(Jess Voice)
He was the most basal, nasal
Bottom slowest, lowest
relative in their family, Jess Mamily.
They were fearful and tearful,
When his parents brought him to Sunion Reuion
He was dorky, dinky, odd, a clod.
Don’t play with him, said the Suion cousins, there were dozens.
So he sat alone, writing a story, penning a poem, a friendless gnome.
His penning paid off, he wrote a killer of a best seller.
He made two hundred thousand, maybe a few dollars more.
For the Jess Mamily the public knew was adored by the ten score.
The cousins began to knock on his notoriously famous door.
But he did not open it, remembering their mistreatment of him.
A Sunion Relative, but shunned no more.
On the Mamily size, Jesse had an always sweet cousin, Jim.
Not thirty four, not even a dozen, only Jesse and him.
This cousin was embraced by him and he shared his wealth.
Their friendship firm, both happy with monetary health.
Was writing him a letter
God whispered on my ear
He is your soul mate
Writing Fr. Jess Labor
God told me
Fr. Jess Labor is your soul mate
Date Written: 2082020
Time written: 11 a.m.
Poetry Form: Haiku
Jess was only born in 2000, in the millennial year,
So she’s just a young thing, but she’s a bookworm,
She trains at the Lillishall sports centre, has gear,
And comes from Hemel Hempstead, very warm.
She found her archery through a sports camp,
The Wheelpower Junior Games camp diverse,
And Stoke Mandeville encouraged her, lamp,
To shoot every shot with concentration terse.
Her breaking achievement was at the Worlds,
In 2015, the Paras in Donaueschingen, Germany,
Where she took the individual with sharp swords,
Then at the Euros 2016, she got the silver penny.
She's got cat eyes but she sees with her mind
A feline vision of a curious kind
A calico beauty with a purpose to ascend
She seeks to encounter our alien friends
Bewitched or enchanted? I really can't say
The universe knows she has her own way
When the sun dims bleak and the moon shines bright
Her astral body will soon take flight
To the outbound regions, netherworld's sublime
A feline beauty of a curious kind
The sum and the total is no more or no less
It all adds up to a girl named Jess
Her December skin
Now sweetly rests on my lips
Still taking my breath
Pale moonlit hours spent together
We conversed solely about matters of perfection,
about how it's only a state of one's perception
I didn't tell her then, now I wish I had
That the way her upper lip quivered
as she dug deeper into her soul
for answers to the questions her
body ached for her to ask
would be the very thing to do me in
Everyday now I beg for us to be snowed in
There are so many things I'd love to do with you
or to you...
First, make love to you
Second, make love to your soul
Third, give in to you
I'll lust no longer,
But surrender all I have
To always be yours
There was a big serpent called Jess
Who lived on the banks of Loch Ness
At night he played chess
With Ness, though I guess
The game was devoid of finesse.
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You, my life, my love;
What more can I give to you?
You have my heart,
I've pledged my soul.
No matter your reassurances,
that doesn't seem, to me, enough;
I yearn to surrender more, give you even more than I have;
But what more is left?
Every tiny, meaningless thing
takes on new depth with you;
It's as if you've awakened my very being,
shown me new wonders I'd never dared imagine real
with every single breath you take.
When you let out your mirth,
and dance out in the rain,
my smile can't be held back,
my joy at yours boundless.
When you lift your voice in song,
my heart beats to your melody,
my soul the enraptured audience to an angel's harmony.
When you need me most,
and my touch brings you comfort,
my purpose makes itself known:
To be with you,
to be there for you,
to live what was meant to be,
you and me.
With a broken heart,
I say goodbye to you Jess,
May you rest in peace.
shes my everything.
my important.
the one i can trust.
the one i can do anything with.
i want to know about her.
ive asked.
she just wont tell.
i wish she would rely on me more.
as much as i rely on her.
it make this feel more even.
there only a few people i mean i love you too.
and when i hear best friend the name that comes in mind is her.
shes my condom, my protection from my dad.
shes always there by my side.
some people ask if were always together.
the answer is pretty much yes.
my house, her house, somebody elses house.
ill do anything to be with her.
lie to my parents. one, once again.
just to see her.
to just get a hug.
im always grabbing for her hand.
i wish shed never let go.
im positive i wont fall.
if shes there gripping me tight.
and who wouldve known that last year when i got a wave in the hall.
that this year wed be this close.
but i know now.
i know how much i love her.
i know how much i trust her.
i know how much i cant live with out her.
i know how much she knows about me.
but most of all i truly know.
how much i fcking need her.
and how happy.
we really are.
the splintered glass
of endless tears
the rending
of my life's garment
a rug pulled
from underneath
and
no air, no breath,
no sweetness
could satisfy
the absence
of your laughter
once more
I'm expected to say
goodbye
too soon, too unfairly
yet your friendship
was worth this aching price