Long Jenny Poems
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i am going to sit down here
try this cheesecake ice cream cake
with a dollop of cool whip
listen to the waves crash as i
listen to some oldies from the 50s
and early 60s
i am going to let the rhythmic
crashing of the waves take me
away and nod my head to black
is black by los bravos followed by
jenny take a ride by ole mitch and
those detroit wheels traced by that
song i like called come softly to me
now what is the name of the group
does that little piece of wonderfulness
though i am by myself, my mind is
free and my stress level is zero
i will drink my vanilla oatmilk with
pride and pray for another sunny day
tomorrow
life does not practice perfection,
so i rush in the house when a sudden
starts to fall rather expressively
however, it is all groovy and gravy
after donovan makes me smile again
with that mountain song with the
unsuspectingly funky groove
It seems awfully naive to think that you're the only ones
In such a vast universe you know so little about.
There are millions and millions of planets, moons, and suns
That can harbor the possibility of life, throughout.
The smartest people of the human race on planet Earth
Can't even fathom the knowledge of what really exists.
Your species is so young, comparatively, in its birth
To what's really out there beyond that with which you subsist.
I'm of a species that your mind can't even understand.
We came to Earth millions of years before you existed.
We stuck around longer than we originally planned.
When it was time to leave, many of our kind resisted.
So, we left them behind, something many of us regret.
But we thought, at the time, that it was the right thing to do.
Our friends died a horrible death, and we were so upset.
We all took a vow to never again return to you.
But you dig up their bones like some sort of disgusting prize.
You rebuild them and put them in museums on display.
Soon, you will be gone and after your horrible demise,
We'll return to Earth and bury them in a proper way.
24 Dr Peppers
One day I started running and my legs fell off.
I was in the army, and I had to clean the floor with a toothbrush.
It started raining sideways.
Then a bullet jumped up and bit me that day.
Jenny threw her shoe at her old house.
I guess she ran out of rocks.
I was with Jenny, and I became the minute man.
That’s all I’m going to say about that.
I had 24 Dr. Peppers, and I had to pee.
My mom made some strange noises because she cared about my school grades.
Me and Jenny are like peas and carrots.
Jenny played a guitar naked, and I saw her butt.
For a while I owned a shrimp boat.
When I first met Lieutenant Dan, he was holding a roll of toilet paper.
I like playing ping pong in the spring.
One day I gave Lieutenant Dan some ice cream.
Jenny, is he smart like me?
No Forest. He is dumb as a coconut tree.
You never know what you're going to get in a box of chocolates.
All just put my hands in my pocket.
Me and Lt. Dan are best friends.
I like dancing to Sweet Home Alabama.
I can’t forget about Bu Bu.
Another friend of mine who likes shrimp gumbo.
Me Lt. Dan and Bu Bu are the three amigos.
Jenny will always be my hero.
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KATHERINE STELLA
The Visit Part 6
The hospital room was bathed with a warm light. Prisms of luminosity shone
and fired out through a mass of flaming red hair. She was the most beautiful angel
she had ever seen. "Hello, my name is Pietra, I'm your guardian angel. She
wanted to speak but words failed her, " Save your breath. I can hear you through
your heart and soul. " (she smiled, and an ice castle crumpled from within)
"From the looks it Jenny they are struggling to survive. Follow me. This will help you
change your mind"
Love, Your Mystic Rose
full story found on the stories section of poetry soup.
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To buy a star, I wouldn’t buy just one,
For one all by itself cannot be fun.
I’d buy a group, and five to be precise
because two, three or four would not suffice.
It’s five I want, and five that I would buy,
and if you ask me, I will tell you why.
A special daughter each would represent,
Our mother’s shining dears, all heaven-sent.
Each one so lovely, mother says, So GOOD.
We came to earth to share a childhood!
With eyes so light, and dimples when we smile;
alike and yet distinctive in our style.
Such happy memories and so few bad.
What secrets shared, what revelry we had.
Divided now, we each live far away
from one another; what a happy day. . .
If once again together I might be
with Thea, Jenny, Dori, Melanie. . .
And give them something named for what we are:
“Five Sisters,” for we each deserve a star!
How does one capture a female heart?
When all her male suitors
Are all over her like stink on an ape?
How do I profess such undying love?
That nothing would stop my romantic advances
Other than the gun she has aimed at my heart
From under her window sill
So I have stated, so I have sung
I would climb the highest mountains
I would cross the stormiest of seas
I would trek across the most arid of deserts
I would forage through the densest of rainforests
Sadly dear I can not come over tonight
As it’s raining out
But my heart still cries out for you, you see
Justin Beiber loves songs echo in my ears
As I long for you tonight
My phone rings and brings me back to reality
It’s your best friend Jenny calling me
I am so sorry
We have to break up
Jenny just kissed me over the phone
She’s awesome
Private Joshua Bronson wrote this letter by the camp fire where he lay,
Nigh a place called Gettysburg where a great battle loomed next day.
He'd bid farewell to Jenny and his children at their humble cabin door,
Nearly two years ago to join his regiment to do battle in the Civil War.
"My dear Jenny", he wrote, "How I miss you and the children tonight.
My sarjint is a-gittin' us ready to face Johnny Reb fer another fight.
I jes wanted to write a few lines to let you know I love ya'all,
And that I'll be alright and be home to tend the crops this fall."
I'm a-thankin' ye fer the pies and chicken you sent the other day.
That shore beats the hardtack and rancid bacon which is our mainstay.
Jenny, I don't want you and the children a-worrin' about me a-tall.
Jes pray fer me 'cause I'm a-fixin' to be home to tend the crops this fall."
"I jes want you to know I read my Bible, 'specially the Twenty-third Psalm.
It rests my weary soul and when things git rough it gives me calm.
I hope the wheat and corn is gittin' lots of rain and is a-growin' tall.
How I look forward to comin' home to tend the crops this fall."
"I reckon I'll git some rest 'cause I hear rebel cannons a-startin' to roar.
My love to you and the children 'til we next embrace at our cabin door."
Sadly, the Scythe of Death reaped Private Bronson in that awful brawl.
Alas, he won't be coming home to tend the crops this fall.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
All seems peaceful on a normal day, cheerfulness is no disarray;
friendly neighbors greet us with a warm good morning,
we wave and smile back, wishing them well and speed away:
slow was the life of yesterday, many happy tunes to sing!
The only person in the house is Emma sewing a dress for Jenny,
she had promised it for her birthday, two locked lips on her part....
secrets are kept to oneself, it's surprises that excite and delight;
a Colbert dress that matches her eyes can make her look pretty!
Why is the house quite, the hushing wind brushes her silver hair;
granny is crocheting a blanket for her couch, the other her chair,
" Everything gets old including me, " It's her resounding lament,
" Winter comes for all, it's a sad season so ghostly and so silent! "
Breeze flowing through golden hair
Bicycle wheels slowly turning without a care
Joy filled her face with such a contented smile
The quacks from the ducks
Church bells chimes caught the breeze in the sky
Gentle flow of water through the village stream
Sun promise for a beautiful day
It was like being in a dream?
An old lady approached and caught the the golden haired girls eyes
She stood very still; a familiar yet distant guise!
‘Jenny’ she said as the girl rode on by
‘Jenny’ she said like a love call and cry!
‘Jenny’ she said and the brakes stopped the bike
She turned to face the woman and met her eyes
Do I know you said Jenny, have we met before?
The old lady smiled and replied that she was her from before
She walked closer to Jenny now without motion on her bike
As Jenny looked closer she saw a familiar glint in her eyes
Jenny it’s me and I am you.
Somehow I came back because I prayed to see life as before.
Before life became such an awful ugly thing the final and most brutal world war
Before seeing your loved ones die for absolutely nothing
The war that is coming will end everything that is beautiful and spiritual for you
The war that is coming will do this to you.