Long Jerri Poems

June 2, 2014 at 7:26pm

 Too much testosterone in our Bologna

too much testosterone-e in our baloney

killed the dignity of our femininity.

Stepped out of my character onto front

lines, armed with cocktails, rocks, and lighters

Mothers, warriors, and...

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(I'm really sorry if I left your name off, but I tried to do
 all the premium members I could imagine plus the 
non-premiums with whom I regularly communicate.
 If you are not here, I'm...

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When we start to think about high school 
We think about way way  back then 
Where all of us knew each other 
 But only a handful of us were friends
I remember your faces...

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Our Bed and Breakfast was the Presidents’ House,
An antebellum Italianate with a rich historical past
With nourishing breakfasts of presidential repast
Served by a suitably attired raconteur, my spouse.

Our home was known for its welcoming spirits merry
We...

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We called our Bed and Breakfast the Presidents’ House 
A sprawling antebellum Italianate with a rich historical past 
Fed our guests tasty nourishing breakfasts of presidential repast 
Served by an eighteenth century-adorned raconteur, my spouse....

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Why?

WHY  do we blacks laugh at each other 
whenever we get the chance?
We talk about one another,
When the other one tries to advance.

WHY do we fear when someone is different, 
but the same color...

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Medical they proposed  to be
Arnold Schwarzenegger and me
Relentless advertising - negativity
Individual battles -  the Ebay girl - a possibility 
Judging seventy-two year old's virility 
Under cover  all some political  pot heads
Another...

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She left too soon, but when she left
she rode across the waves 
with many dolphins by her side.
The smile on her face as she
glided across the waves
such peace in her eyes did portray.
Everytime I see...

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