Jessie Poems - Poems about Jessie

(A lone voice whispers) It's early morning as I stand here in our old bedroom Listening to my old friends the robins, blackbirds, and thrushes The twitterings, tweeting and chirps of wild birds That now live in my bushes Mourning Mourning Thinking about my old lover from Peru Who once helped carry me through When my busy life was so...

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I was going to pick up a pair of blue jeans Found some at the second hands store for eight bucks I could cut strips in them No! An inner voice hollered inside my head. Surprised me, as I was not serious. On my way out a jacket with embroidery caught my eye. It was unique. A gold star, rainbow, pink...

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time is all he has how little no one knows the end is near of that he is reminded daily he sings the blues for anyone who’ll listen imagining scenarios where he’s in love and life is sweet hallucinations swirl inside his head as pain killers of every color take effect between imaginary and surreal life floats unfettered the blues his only lover he sings as best...

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Tears are good!! Tears are good, really they are, indeed. Tears are better than smiles since they show you your own, and those who are pawns of the world, clowns behind the bar. Tears are a window when your vision is a blur, yet you can see quite clean, crimson and reds, whites and blues of the green world. Green in jealousy! Yet, Green...

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Jessie J What can I say about the sponge to my head? Well she is beautiful, even if she will not wear a dress; That is he Emmeline Pankhurst right I guess, But like I’ve always said, Jess would look good in something silky and red. She is not sure who she is going to be, yet, But mark my words...

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Jessie James Made it big as a wild west tough guy, And when he came to town folks would hide. He hung up his guns saying this life ain't fun, And at the hand of a friend Jessie died....

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Jessie James Made it big as a wild west tough guy, And when he came to town folks would hide. He hung up his guns saying,"This life ain't fun." And at the hand of a friend Jessie died. Jessie James was shot in the back by a trusted friend, Robert Ford on April 3,1882 for the reward offered for his...

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Jessie James was a fine young lad, When he joined the Confederate troops. He learned his craft as a shootist and spy, While traveling with this group. His commander was one Capt. William Quantrill, A man with a checkered past; And under this man he learned hit and run, Leave your enemies standing aghast. After his death in 1865, Quantrill's celebrity stayed, And Jessie and...

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I remember the day I first held you in my arms Your beautiful smile Your hands so small Our trouble were few But oh, how the years flew I closed my eyes Only for a moment How can this be Where did time go I wake up and your all grown boxes now strewn all over your room I wipe away the tears So you cant see Just how...

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Into a garden, Jessie wandered, wanting to get away. Finding the glorious site, leaving all her dismay, Warmed by the broad spectrum of light behind, Captured within nature’s beauty, she did find. Crisp clear pool, where reflections, are beheld true. At first, not believing her eyes, though it was a clue, Angelic wings, adorned her shoulders, in silent glory. Upon that glance,...

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Another way the entities that be, suggested in Jessie's show, is to control, a Society, through their individual belief systems, i.e, through their freedom of speech. Say if a Society is solely based in this principal and formed as such by the majority rule of said created site. I did and have done a personal study for some 7...

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Nothing as with in our own Government here in America, is if complained about, i.e. "Spam" well you have no way on this site to know what if anything they are doing to help and solve the issue as it were. I noticed early on that a set amount of the same folk were winning...

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Jessie! I would have filled your empty heart with my overflowing love if you had but caught it when I poured! But, alas! Your arms lie at your sides! And your face flinches not as my last drop of blood drips into emptiness!...

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Stuck up brat, Always has to be in control, Ready to eat all the time, A control-freak, Has to listen to country music....

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How did you do it, I don’t understand You saved my life, when I wanted to die Only you gave me the courage to set down the knife You gave me a reason NO, the want to live You touched my heart Your God’s gift, an angel in disguise You opened my eyes Without you I would have died There is no...

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