Long Jacobs Poems

I remember my cherished Wolf Cub pack, 
How I loved those Wednesday evenings, 
The games, the pomp and seriousness of the camps, 
The different coloured scarves, sweaters and hair 
During the mass meetings, 
The solemnity...

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Adolescent infatuations...never consummated

Greetings reader from a cross between an aging seventy inch long (ringing ding dong) haired pencil necked geek and a Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe; meaning yours truly actually a virtually married Pennsylvania man,...

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He sat behind the counter, 
   Inside the used bookstore.
      I thought I recognized him, 
         As if we'd met...

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News is out; Armageddon is upon us, and it is time for all of us to go 
The world's armies have all gathered and they are putting on a show
 
Heaven is calling and everyone...

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To Trina Jacobs
285 Warren Street
Brooklyn, New York
11201, USA

My Dearest Trina
The time we spent together in London is my greatest treasure. I was so looking forward to us being reunited in NewYork. I fear that my...

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It is a Wednesday afternoon during the school year.
That means sixth-grader Sallee Jacobs will be walking home today.
Sallee's mother works in the emergency room on Wednesdays,
Otherwise she picks Sallee up at the school that is...

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Sarcomas hatch like caviar
in St. Jude chemo-fire inversions,
where leviathans lay magnetars
to suck the blood of
virgins.

Their celestial suckers nurse their mothers
through quantum-dot tunnels, converging
what little life force
might milk
metastatic roots while purging,

and scute steroids discarding the hair
that...

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Now this poem right here is going to change a man/
This is going to stretch out like elastic bands/
From Dallas to Indiana to Alaska man/
This is going to go down in black history man/

See we...

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AS I SIT HERE AND STEW: 		
	MY VOICES ARE ON CUE,
RUNNING MY LIFE, 
	AS THEY USUALLY DO.
MY HEART TOOK A LEAP, 
	AS THESE FREEKS, 		
		THEY DID CREEP
AROUND THIS HOUSE IN MY HEAD.
	THEY’RE SO ENTERTAINING 
BUT,...

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In Honor of Milt - An Un-contest Poetry Contest

I love the way Milton’s poem begins. It draws my attention immediately. Line 10 jolts me with Jacobs and Jacob-ites.I’m still quite interested! Line 3 of verse...

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I gave you no boundaries for all that I had...
I joined you in quest of your dreams
I unwisely allowed you to move in with me...
but you took everything to extremes
You left me not even one...

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For Paula Swanson's "Beseech" contest:
Prose Poetry Verse:



God has given the moon the stars.
He remains a God beyond the stars!!!
A year or two ago, "Ort" was discovered in space and is where stars are formed -...

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What think you now my tortured friend?                            ...

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Lefty Jacobs pushed through the doors,
he wanted a drink, nothing more,
after long days out on the trail,
a ride so hard his horse had failed.

He’d had to get out of Roystown,
to many lawmen going ’round,
he had...

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What would be the point, in this first winter snow, of going
back to several of the women whose bodies I have known
and wondering what they thought about all these intervening
years. Inevitably it is their children,...

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My smile has dimmed
Not as bright as before
My daddy died
Him hitting the floor
and leaving his daughter to deal with the emotional bombardment, alone

I was doing alright
I thought I was fine
But my mind just won't stop
I...

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               Circle in the sand could tell a story 
of a lost world, where celestials and machines 
were one.
A crafty place...

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"Tsundoku Tower"


Bluebird windowsill
peers in, strange terrain
“Rain Rain Go Away”,
mysterious singing 
eerie refrain.
Ghost Girl sitting still
tears falling 
she is haunting 
Tsundoku Tower 
laying vacant 
on Treeless Hill.

Looks up 
her glow attracts 
all the Tiger Moths, 
are...

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Glide of Falcon broken, channel smoothed 
        Transmission snap equals idle start
        Dysfunctional gypsy destitute
      ...

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poor Walter Jacobs, a wretched soul was he
one day he said he had enough, then hung himself from a tree!

the tree was old and brittle, its branches gloomy and dead,
which snapped like a fragile twig,...

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Jesus left Judaea, and departed again into Galilee
It was because of the Pharisees that He had to flee  
It being Samaria that Jesus chose to travel through
Thus stopping by Jacobs well and the land...

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Dreaming wide awake
.by Heather Jacobs on Monday, 27 June 2011 at 12:24.Dreaming Wide Awake

 

She was dreaming wide awake and she had broken through the barriers to her soul,

She was walking on a tightrope and...

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"Different Kind of Fairy Tale"

As the weeks pass by,
While the moments of silence, consume my mind speaking to a hardened heart.
Everything seems to stay the same,
Those good changes I'm looking for;
Seem to circle me.
For once...

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Playing With Fire




Afraid for your miscreant soul
While the Devils licking tongues of flame at your heel
With oh so dirty thoughts

Afraid for the flesh
As you are lead to the pits
All the torture there in of your...

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timing is everything
time now to say it,
had 11, 77, and 175
had what you had,
been shown what you saw,
heard what you heard,
told what you told,
they'd have done
what you did

still, no matter
self-destiny is
inherent in us all,
most apparent...

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