Long Jill Poems
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The heat of summer makes her brain gelatin
The Arizona sun turns her into a skeleton
Time and space she does not put to waste
Really, this poet lady is one of great taste
Iced tea and lemonade in the Arizona sunlight
Create an atmosphere for her that’s just right
Ink just drying on her newly crafted poem
Always ready to rate on the pole of totem
Tall she stands with stature in poet's land
Only doing right waving her magic wand
Leading other poets to higher heights
Lovely readings are on her poetic site
Everyone should look in her poetic bag
What? Jill Martin, you are now tagged!
Comments: Okay Jill, I was tagged by Tamiviolet Manchas. As a result, I have to
pass the tag along. Your name is on the top of the list. Your poetry is just
wonderful! Now, you must find a poet whose poetry you enjoy reading, and tag
that poet with a poem. Man, this is so much fun! Chau!
(Dedicated to all booklovers who have lost their loved ones to the scourge of the termite hordes - I did)
I thought I was a bibliophile
and indulged in pedantic boasts
I'd speak of ancient tomes and stuff
revel in Academia's toasts
horror of horrors I discovered
a lover of books beyond compare
who beat me hollow at my game
whose fame and honour I cannot share
the greediest booklover of all
who mulls all words into a hill
I hate to say that to this day
I have never beaten Termite Jill
when ole Termite Jill gets just a sniff
a book or paper placed someplace
she hies herself with fearsome glee
leaving for her ilk a homing trace
and from now on you could search in vain
to try and trace out Termite Jill
In nooks and crannies, desks and shelves
but till her deed's done, you never will
and when she's chewed on till bursting gut
she lets her hungry kin-folk feed
and then when done you can be sure
they'll spawn a more ravenous seed
a million Termite Jills will be born
you cannot add their growing sum
a million more and then some more
a progression ad infinitum
a termite apocalypse looms anon
spells doom to the literal world
The termite minions move ahead
Jill's dance has the Tandava Twirl
so who now is the bibliophile
who undoubtedly fits the bill
not me the voracious reader
but the rampant, raging Termite Jill
Warning: Political satire from a
Conservative point of view -- if you feel you may
be offended, do not read. Sincerely, Joe.
Valentine bemoaning to Cupid
what are we to do? Not an arrow
of yours launched this year has
found a political-heart that's true –
blame it on the masks, you say,
because Joe's went to Bill – and
now Hillary is complaining, blaming
her loss on Jill. Oh what sorrows
we inadvertently send, when missing
noble marks; freedom's trusted
guard-dogs, exposed as pretentious
barks – next year, more gold in
their own socks, while the
people they serve get, the same
empty promises, weighted down
with rocks –
Come to the house
of Jack and Jill
He likes drink
and she likes pills
They argue fight
both night and day
about the bills
that got away
The baby boy
with big eyes drawn
then sees the fights
on mothers lawn
with words of anger
tossed around
the child learns
the fighting sound
with voices raised
for discipline
the child learns
a triple sin
you can not teach
without respect
The child's love
you did neglect
It's to the park
that I would go
to climb and teach
that childhood glow
with laugher
and the games we play
the child learns
loves, respect that way
My dear can we somehow meet in the middle
Our eyes say yes, and our hearts say yes
Yet the river of life is rapidly going by
With no waterfall in sight
It would be nice if we could stream as one
In that golden pond under sunny skies
Us, two swans swimming in harmony
In the past, we were like two playful ducks
That duck, fight and quack
For that last morsel of food on the ground
It's like we enjoy needling each other
Can the weather change for the better
Between us and especially between our hangups
I see that Valentine's is right behind the corner
There could be a cupid's arrow between us
We'll never know if Jack and Jill went up the hill
Can you please answer my call
And be my Valentine once and for all
12/28/22
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Tom Thumb got caught peeping
Now his life is on the run
Little Bo Peep lost her sheep
On a gambling junket she was on
Little Miss Muffet is having to tuff it
Out these days in jail
Selling ecstasy to undercover police
And now can't pay her bail
Little Jack Horner took him a corner
Of the Mafia drug trade
Once you are hooked on the Meth that he cooks
There's no way of escape
You think that's bad you ain't seen nothing yet
That even comes this close
Since Mother Goose started hitting the juice
And ended up down on skid row
Humpty Dumpty's more than broke
But not from any fall
He couldn't pay his bookie
And his legs were first to go
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Where forced to sell their wool
To pay for all the damages
While they were in school
Jack pushed Jill down the hill
When he caught her cheating with Little Boy Blue
Now he's paying her doctor bills
Which has left Jack blue too
You think that's bad you ain't seen nothing yet
That even comes this close
Since Mother Goose started hitting the juice
And ended up down on skid row
Jill m’dear, down the street, I
dilly dally sleep, and you
with your dog-fur-and-all
(what’s his name), and
the first time I see a hook
in place of a hand, your dad’s
(and I think, ‘perhaps a war’).
Down, my grandma,
from up North; and I
dilly dally sleep just down the road,
missing her, missing her, convinced
by mom and her to keep
company with friends - friends?
I miss her, miss her, my grandma
and not Jill m’dear, down the street -
not in the least. Still the memory,
does dilly dally and sends me
back in time to keep a candle burning.
We were never friends. She invited me
this one night - we didn’t mesh. I
left better friends back in the village.
I didn’t want to go and spend the night,
but I was convinced; and would I
remember this night so vividly, besides?
My grandma also convinced me
to wander out in curlers, ‘neath a scarf.
Self conscious was I, but if she was here,
back from the past, I’d wander out
once again, to a store, red in face.
Would I then go and spend time,
once more, with Jill m’dear, just
to glimpse my gram’s convincing,
and hear her Buffalonian accent?
You betcha! …and see my mom, too.
Apples, apricot, blackberries, biscuits
Children ! Cheese cake, donuts, dozen drumsticks
Enjoy eating : Food for friends - fellow , fun !
Got guava- grapes ? Have hotdog honey- bun.
Irish Ice-cream ! Jam - jelly , juice in jar.
Jack, Jill, Junior John , jubilant joker !
knife in kitchen : Kids in knickerbocker.
Lying lazy lovely little lizard :
Laughing loud lion -lioness - leopard.
Micro- macro- minimal-maximal
New- naval-nascent ! Oblate or oval ?
Ostrich offered old owl, olive - orange !
Proud peacock playing prompt pretty plumage.
Quiet queen : Rabbit runs, restless rapid.
Swift squirrel ! Soft snail showing so slow speed.
Top topples ! Uncle under umbrella !
Vintage vehicle visits village - villa.
Wow ! Wonderful ! World wide website was won.
Yellow yak yawned in zing at zig- zag zone .
In a distant micro-second, I am holding hands with my Beloved Lenore
A future second , Barbara Jean is the only one my Heart is beating for
I meld into the pictures on the walls of my study : the Loves of my life
My Mom : Stoic, defender of the agony of a scared little boy’s strife
Jill : my second romance with a POETESS, but I used her as a replacement Tool
Rhoda : Oh how she stirred my heart, but I was too Syrupy, I played the Fool
In this now second, I find myself deeply entwined in the LOVE of BARBARA JEAN
Each click of the clock takes me to the Past : the Present : The Future I have seen
To be Continued at YOUR request
Of the original three
One has left our shore
To grace the heavens
Of whom they'll adore
Jill Munroe
Golden haired girl
Whose looks and posters
Brightened mans world
Charlie's angel
Where she made her name
TV and big screen
As she rose to fame
But this dreaded word
Ended her life
As Ryan declared
For her to be his wife
But at 9.30am this day
This golden blond, has drifted away
To rest in peace, relieve her pain
Earth's loss is heavens gain
For white wings she'll grow
And grace the clouds
Her ability, applause out loud
This, Angel with the Angels
" Dedicated to Mary Farrah Leni Fawcett - one of Charlie's Angels "