Jesse Poems - Poems about Jesse

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

Celebrating Jesse James Day

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

Jesse Duarte - Not the Usual Activist

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

Tree of Jesse

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

Jesse

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

Jesse Rode With Quantrill

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

The Graves of Jesse James

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

Jesse F Hunnicutt 1867-1908

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,

Australia's Good Fire: Thanx Jesse Zerlaut, Paul Callus

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

Jesse Had a Lisp, You See

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

Jesse James 1847-1872

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

Jesse Lasky

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

Jesse Evans and the Boys and the Kid

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

Jesse Forbes 1893 - 1911

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

Jesse Lewis

** 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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