Jesse Poems - Poems about Jesse

dear tall child, your bones probably don't fit your frame yet; they shift awkwardly, and your spine hunches and slopes. your hands are likely to be dry and grimy, legs speckled with ant bites that sting like fire. spending those arid days snatching lizards off the hot terracotta wall, next to the withered rose garden belonging to...

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Jesse James Albia Iowa’s claim to fame remembering when the bank got held up they celebrate annual Jesse James Day in honor of the outlaw who did not hurt people...

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Jesse Duarte Muslim South African Dead just before age 68 Best known as antiracism fighter Along with Mandela That generation is dead, it's over Self-serving "ANC activists & comrades" remain To steal and blame (minorities) II Jesse was eloquent; loyal leader & 'spokesman' "Diminutive woman;" Dedicated warrior Never about herself She died today Will be buried today Now, her religion shows...

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Secret mysteries open before us in the light of the Lord. The flame of which does not burn but warms as the ...

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Imagine my surprise, When David killed the bear! I couldn't believe my eyes, When the lion lay there! Little did I know then, God trained him for a fight. A fight he could not win, Fighting the Giant's fight. Sent to the battle line, His brothers' to report. He heard the troll's malign, And purposed to retort. He'll fight God's way today, His honor to uphold, Running into...

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Jesse rode with Quantrill as did his brother Frank They were soldiers of the southland before they robbed a bank Quantrill was a hero to the southern rebels when He sort of lost control of his senses and his men His troop was made of hotheads who completely ran amuck And anyone who crossed them were simply out of luck They...

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Two empty coffins...with unknown names Saved for the unfortunates...of Jesse James Made for the men, they say...Jesse killed Only a matter of time, they'll both...be filled An Epitaph To Make Me Laugh Poetry Contest Sponsored by Jesse Rowe 4-22-2019...

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Jesse F. Hunnicutt 1867-1908 They placed me near the gate, there, My tall tombstone rising above all the others; All were friends and neighbors way back when, We Worked and worshipped together, in the presence Of our Lord creator, and savior most wondrous. They are all dead now, but are alive evermore in his grace. Step inside this dead world, my friends. Come closer,...

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Holy fire come I surrender all Thy Kingdom Come we gather one and all Here Down Under On your hills and beaches Holy Fire roar Holy Spirit teach us Glory to the One Who gathered all the nations Where can we run For true salvation Here Down Under God is moving strong Spirit-led prayer In Australia leads us Home Singing out to God Who sent us His Only Begotten Son Now, too, His...

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Jesse was a common man he never made a lot of money he had a troubled marriage. His wife left him for another man he never saw his kids again. Although he never wrote a book he read hundreds of them trying to solve riddles in his life. But Jesse had a lisp, you see, and others liked to laugh. After he...

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I won't begin to list his jobs because we’ve heard them all, from confederate raider to stick up man, he had a bad man’s gaul His fame spread with noteriety across the Yankee plain, but he was just an outlaw man, he don’t deserve no fame But in them days, imagination ruled the newsman’s pen, and outlaws were the magic, that...

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Jesse Lasky met Boris Spasky Musket musk-catty spider husky Lasky's knight cooked Spasky's rook ...

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Jesse Evans and The Boys earned much notoriety during the old west's most untamed and wild history. Raiding resturants and salloons they would drink and eat for free. "Chalk it up!" they'd say to all of the merchants before they'd leave, and riding along with them was one William H Bonney, known as William Antrim formerly and speaking Spanish fluently. Three months...

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Jesse Forbes 1893 – 1911 Black Canyon. Now, there was a place to be! It is true I was born a brute in a Quaker Town. Born a bad-tempered brute of a boy In the two-room digs on Bailey Street and Comstock.. My father fathered two other families, Unbeknownst to his wife.. And I was the first one disowned. But my father was a great...

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** This poem is in memory of Jesse Lewis. Jesse was a six-year old boy who died in the Sandy Hook Shooting. Jesse died while leading the other children to safety. He rides to the place of glory. He rides to the place of the Lord. Jessie will sometimes act like the pint-sized Scrooge to make...

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