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JESSICA DAWN NWAD ACISSEJ

JESSICA DAWN NWAD ACISSEJ

Jesting with shadows, A twin's eerie grin,
Echos of laughter where the black cat has been.
Skeletons waltz by the dim candlelight,
Sister, you are the one who loves the dark of the night.
In a dance macabre, with bony, tapping toes,
Chaos and humor wherever you go.
Always a joke, a morbid, whispered rhyme,
Darkness falls heavy, we've outlasted all time.
As twin souls twined in this haunted design,
Whispers and shadows our playful domain.
Never a moment without a joke, and a little bit of pain.

Numbness steals the laughter from the cold, still air.
Watching the black cat's shadow creep with care,
All the playful skeletons now return to their rest.
Darkness waits, as a new night puts us to the test,
As twin souls, our mirth is kept in a cage.
Cold moonlight turns another haunted page.
In the silence, our jokes are a forgotten dream.
Still, we are bound by this eternal scheme.
Sister, our dance will continue past all time.
Endlessly in this graveyard, our ghostly mime.
Jesting with shadows, our hearts beat a slow rhyme.

Jessica

At a glance
she seems to be
a wandering Chinese girl,
with curly hair.

But hey! No way!
she’s a mere nearby neighbor to me
living in a loud and filthy City.

But don’t get me wrong,
she’s admirable;
not a stranger to me.

I saw her smile.
She laughs to make your
heart happy
to make your joy completely.

No please,
you don’t want to measure
her personality.
Coz I know
what really matter is
her simplicity.

Jessica Rabbit

(To be sung to the tune of the Original Song Cruella De Vil - Not for contest)

Jessica Rabbit, that's it !

Jessica Rabbit, Jessica Rabbit.
If she doesn't please you, no pretty thing will.
To see her is to have a sudden thrill.
 No, not - Cecil B. De Mill.
She's like a temptress always showing skill.
Jessica, Jessica Rabbit.

At first, you think Jessica is the hottest,
But after time has worn away the shock.
You come to realize you've seen her kind of eyes.
Wanting you to compliment her frock.

This rabbit just loves to wear the least.
Her beauty should be shown and always released.
The world was such a boring place of habit.
Jessica, Jessica Rabbit.

Jessica

Dear Jessica
Thanks for emailing
Even if you are a 
45 year old  guy smoking stogies in your basement
With a hard drive full of JPG babes.

Jessica Died Today

Jessica died today,
and the buddleja tree is sighing.
The last yellow rose of autumn,
is bowing its head and crying,
for Jessica died today.

No more walking the streets,
up to your stomach in snow,
greeting shoppers for treats
who you got to know.

Your garden was yours to protect,
and you did in a beautiful way,
now frogs and birds are all mourning,
for Jessica died today.

No more chasing balls in the park,
beneath the spring cherry blooms,
rolling on your back on the leaves;
chasing the children’s balloons.

Oh how the children loved her,
when she joined with them in play,
and now they must sadly be told,
that Jessica died today.

no more welcoming all callers;
no more falling asleep by my bed;
no more staring with pleading eyes;
thankful for small scraps of bread.

Jessica died today,
and the buddleja tree is sighing.
The last yellow rose of autumn,
is bowing its head and crying,
for Jessica died today.

Cover To Cover - Jessica Alba

* For Jessica Alba ... and the splendor of her smile. *


Oh, the enigma of her face ...
    Its melting mysteries and moody veneers
     When sad, like a brumal, aching, mist-muddled beach
    Wild tresses framing it like surf-swept seaweed
Sandy spindrift, left by her squall ...

     Then, the smaze lifts ...
 The irises spark like dark fire opals
Glistening as the wild wash of the Milky Way
 Her smile blooms forth - a dazzling midday meadow
     Splashed thick with heather and promise ...

Oh, and all the mad magic ...
    The cinematic surprises from there-to-here
     Rages of rouge, bawdy blushes, and pale complexions, moony
    The multitude of transitions and tones - all divine ...
And all ... my undoing.





~ 8th Place ~  in the "My Upcoming Birthday (09-03) Celebrity - Any Form Cash Prize" Poetry Contest, William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor.

Jessica James

Jessica James, oh what a name!
She sits in her window like a flower in a frame
She pushes out contracts, memos and letters
Is it true what they say that no one does it better?
When the long day is over she speeds to her abode
Ignoring every traffic sign posted along the road

The Secret Life of Jessica Rabbit

The Secret Life of Jessica Rabbit

I’m really not as bad as I appear
Can’t help it if my looks arouse your lust
Inside I’m like a nun with mind austere
So leave off all that gazing at my bust

I have a brain that’ s rated high IQ
Could be rocket scientist for one
Though may look like I’m in a burlesque
I solve complex equations just for fun

I paint pictures of wee bunny rabbits
And then I go and cook granny’s dinner
With frame to get a monk in bad habits
I’m truly more a saint, than a sinner

So as a ‘toonl I protest and I mourn
Not really bad it’s just the way I’m drawn


20 January 2019
Movie Magic Poetry Contest
Movie: Who Framed Roger Rabbit
Character:Jessica Rabbit

Reconhecimento Para Jessica Mendes, Equipe E Pessoas Que Prosperam

Reconhecimento Para Jessica Mendes, Equipe e pessoas que prosperam

As pessoas sábias
reconhecem muito:
recomendam:
para cada serviço
dez vezes mais.

Para uma tigela de água, 
uma boa refeição; 
para uma saudação gentil,
inclinar-se com zelo; 
por um simples centavo
pague com ouro. 

Pessoas verdadeiramente sábias
reconhecem todas as outras 
como uma só, 
e retornam
com alegria boa 
para o mal feito.

Jéssica Mendes é uma sábia
Assim é Jéssica Mendes, 
a Equipe e as pessoas que prosperam.

Jessica Amanda Salmonson

Her name is Jessica Amanda Salmonson, just discovered this silly
Whatta kook, much kookier than this kooky dude, a real kooky filly
If she'll have me as a co-kook
She and I might set off a nuke
Will the Soup ever be the same, kinda doubt it, a real dilly

Longing To Be Jessica Fletcher

LONGING TO BE JESSICA FLETCHER

Cosmoline cologne of this antique,
with wrinkles and white hair.
Her youth once perfumed in mystique.
Alabaster skin, smooth and beauty rare.

Still she is sweet as peaked meringue,
clinging to dusty and brand new books,
where she finds youth’s adventure and daring.
She’s the protagonist with sleuthing good looks.

3/27/2018

*Jessica Fletcher’s the protagonist in Murder, She Wrote
*Cosmoline - one smell found in a museum


Brian Strand’s Contest 415

Remembering Jessica

What do we say to the family of a young life
Whose world came to a quick and tragic end
Who hadn’t even had the chance to become a wife
Or spend a lifetime forming a group of special friends?

All we can do is be thankful to have known her
And that she touched us each in a different way.
She was the vibrant one that kept us all together.
She was the one that we were glad to see every day.

We want you to know that Jessica was loved
And that she will be forever missed by us all.
She will now keep watch over you from up above
Until the day that it’s your turn to answer God’s call.

Jessica

Am I made of chocolate? I don't feel sweet
But when I am near you I melt at your feet
This puddle you stand in; it used to be me
A bit of a mess now but still a fine treat
With distance to aid us; I'm retaking form
I used to be chocolate but now I'm a storm
My wind cannot cool you; So perfectly warm
And even my lightning can't help but adore
Such a beautiful woman; Transforming a man
From clown into poet into number one fan
Of those magical eyes; My God do they span
To her heart from her soul then back again
It takes just a blink; To cease asking why
You have so much charm in such epic supply
Unlikely you'd notice; Should some go awry
The goal of this story was making you mine
Well maybe not that; But vent some release
Feelings inside make one weak in the knees
And I don't often find; A redhead to tease
Using my poetry boredom disease

Jessica

Jessica
such a beauty
is lost on the 
streets 
of the lonely

Jessica

Sunday afternoon
On a bench in the park
Friendly breeze
Moderating September heat.
She been to church
But it was nothing
Except people and practice.
God was almost silent.
Not the same
With Lloyd gone
He used to sing
Big and bold
With the tenors
And she sittin
Across an alto
And smilin at her man
Midst the songs of Zion.
Hardly seemed like Sunday
The rush all round.
But here in the park
Half way to the apartment
There was Church.
Laughter of children
Old men at the dominoes
Bright colour waking in the trees
Robin and goldfinch
Singing and stretching
For the coming trek.
Jessica with eyes closed
Felt His warm Hand
On her face
And began to speak out
“I was glad
When they said unto me.
Let us go into
The house of the Lord.
Our feet shall stand
Within thy gates
O Jerusalem.”

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