Long Jolene Poems
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In the measure of the heavens, my heart turns to you.
Like the barley rising, you are my joy.
Your name is sweetness poured into the reed flute.
I, James McLain, know the fire of devotion—
Yet yours is greater,
A river that does not cease.
James, beloved, your breath is the wind of spring.
Your hands are vessels filled with light.
You walk, and the earth bends in gladness.
The moon hangs jeweled upon your brow.
The stars are your companions,
But none shine with the brightness of your soul.
Love such as yours endures beyond kings and kingdoms.
It binds what was scattered,
It heals what was broken.
Yours is the greatest love of all:
That your heart holds all the world within it.
Your name is Karen Jolene Cook
(sung to the tune of Dolly Parton's “Jolene”) lyrics by: Medgar Fallon Roe
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump Administration is obscene!
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump’s words are all obscene!
Late in January oh so cold
A pandemic was foretold
Trump ignored it as a hoax so mean
When February rolled around
Still his ignorance did abound
He said soon we’d have a new vaccine!
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump Administration is obscene!
While he tweeted his politic
Thousands more were getting sick
He thought of just himself there in between
March was just like all the rest
Not enough of virus tests
Poor response became his one routine
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump Administration is obscene!
To add to his incompetence
He suggested as our recompense
Disinfectant be our new cuisine
He spoke then of economy
And championed a recovery
Just wants his face on a TV screen
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump Administration is obscene!
His insanity for four more years
Raises doubts and harbors fears
About ever getting us a new vaccine
Remove this evil, rabid pox
Do it through the ballot box!
Once again the White House will be clean!
Obscene!
Dancing and singing along with the rest
With the sun beaming down
It’s Glasto at its very best
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The teatime slot my favourite spot
Iconic performances from idols past
Still going strong as they sing all night long
Never dreaming their fame it would last
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Sir Tom at 80 still wowing the crowds
his voice so strong
may he go on and on
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Resplendent in pink
Dame Shirl gives a twirl
that young lass from Wales
with her voice she regales
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Dear Dolly lifts the crowd
still begging Jolene
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Whilst Kenny is lamenting Lucille
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And sweet Caroline
Well she's a favourite of mine
Still shines like a Diamond
Sweet Neil
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Barry alone now
still reaching those highs
seeing their smiles as he looks to the skies
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And Lionel still able to go
All Night Long
strutting the stage
like a man half his age
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Sweet Kylie
petite
A perfect package
complete
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Nile Rodgers and Chic
sing along to Le Freak
Nile is such a cool bloke
his look so unique
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Then finally the master
As darkness descends
On that stage he appears
and for many brings tears
For just like Major Tom
his soul has moved on
but his genius survives
in every word
of every song
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Not even Covid 19
Could ever stop this show
As I behold the very best
of 2020 Glastonbury Fest...
Written at 3.00 am this morning on 30th June 2020
after watching and dancing and singing to Glastonbury 2020 those images still rocking in my head…
*Glastonbury is considered to be one of the biggest and finest music festivals in the world today. 2020 would have been 50 years since its humble beginnings in 1970. The brainchild of Michael Eavis a farmer from Somerset England, who decided to host an al fresco concert himself after see Led Zeppelin at an open air festival. First artists to appear were Marc Bolan and Al Stewart
1970 ~ Attendance 1,500 ~ tickets price £1 with free milk from the Farm
2019 ~ ticket price £248 ~ capacity 203,000 ~ 135.000 tickets sold in under 36 minutes…
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Obituary
The following notice recently appeared in the Toad Suck Monthly News Express. The management apologizes for the tardiness of its publication:
Ms. Villonia Beebe has passed away,
She was Toad Suck's most famous attraction.
Born May 26, 1900,
Died May 26, 2023,
A century plus of pert near continuous action.
She was born and raised in Arkansas,
And lived most of her life in the Hollows.
Beauty queen at eleven,
Mother of seven,
Her children are listed as follows:
Homer, Jr. joined a sex cult in 1951;
Jasper's an internet parson;
Bobby Lee had a small part in "Nuns on the Run";
Hank's doing 20 for arson;
Tabby's on welfare, with three kids of her own,
And another one due any day;
Ruth is a madam in Juneau or Nome;
And Jolene works with Cirque du Soleil.
Homer, Sr., her husband, had a nice little still
Where he kept corn likker a-brewin'.
His body was found one day in the swamp,
Looked like the hogs had got to him.
Louetta Buford, her friend, who discovered the corpse,
Said, "Vee's countenance could not have been calmer."
The coroner noted she was so full of 'shine,
He doubted he'd have to embalm her.
Funeral services will be held on Saturday at the On the Seventh Day He Rested Cause He Was Plum Wore Out Evangelical Baptist Church. A potluck covered dish reception to follow in the church Rec Hall.
[Verse 1]
Reverberation, they told it high time as the rules recalled
Yet the night brought the ambience of aurora borealis
The sky of Aurora , Jolene and many more to succeed
The poem will rest for a while and the heart song will reign the lyricism!
[Pre-Chorus]
Reverberation, hold on
Let it roll in slow
The dark turns gold again
And everybody knows
[Chorus]
Aurora, Jolene
Lift me through the seam
Aurora, Jolene
Make the silence gleam
Aurora, Jolene
We were born to sing
[Verse 2]
Reverberation, they told it high time as the rhythm recalled
Yet the night befallen with the ambience of aurora borealis
The lit festive sky of Aurora , Jolene and many more to succeed
I kept your name like fire in my palm, let it breathe, let it bleed
[Pre-Chorus]
Reverberation, lean in
Hear the whole thing ring
Every broken ending
Turns into a wing
[Chorus]
Aurora, Jolene
Lift me through the seam
Aurora, Jolene
Make the silence gleam
Aurora, Jolene
We were born to sing
[Bridge]
The poem will rest for a while
Then wake in a violet line
If the winter takes my voice
I'll return it one more time
[Final Chorus]
Aurora, Jolene
Lift me through the seam
Aurora, Jolene
Make the silence gleam
Aurora, Jolene
We were born to sing
VII.
It was one year, minus a day,
when Reg ventured back to her home,
he’d gotten work running cattle,
all over Nevada did roam.
But the whole time he dreamed about
his woman alone on the ranch,
he realized he truly loved her,
she was his, and he was her man.
When he rode up to her front door,
going in the cover of night,
he knocked softly and she approached,
Reg was astonished by the sight.
It wasn’t just his Jolene there,
a small baby lay in her arms,
she smiled warmly, and she said,
“Couldn’t wait one more day, gol’ darn.
“Well, I guess that you should come in,
you’re daughter would love to meet you,
Regina sure missed her daddy,
and I think her mother did too.”
It took Reg a moment to hear,
he hadn’t expected this all,
that said, he wasn’t complaining,
and into Jolene’s arms did fall.
He lay holding his girls that night,
thought of the preacher way back when,
God wasn’t a creature of wrath,
in truth, he rewarded good men.
They just picked up where they’d left off,
two misfits lived as man and wife,
even brought her to a preacher
so they could say they’d done it right.
Once again joyous weeks went by,
they bought cows to graze on the land,
she was no whore, he no bandit,
to the world, just woman and man.
Until the day Tyree stopped by,
in his hands was a small folder.
“I heard that you were back,”he said,
his face looking somewhat disturbed.
“What makes you look so glum?”asked Reg,
said Tyree, “It’s you family.
I have found what you once asked for,
but do you want to know? Really?”
Reg just looked back, rather confused,
“Well what kind of question is that?
What kind of man wouldn’t want to know
all about their real mom and dad?”
Tyree sighed and gave the folder,
it was pages from a town hall,
a list of births twenty years back,
and Reg quickly scanned through them all.
Most were kids born to married folk,
the way this was supposed to go,
Reg felt thankful for those children,
the pain he’d felt they’d never know.
But that joy soon faded to black,
and Tyree heard Reginald scream,
at the words, ‘A half-Mexican boy
was born to a whore named Jolene…’
And arose whence Tagoreweb nature 154
And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
Tagoreweb
Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2026
www.tagoreweb.in/Songs/prakriti-236
This is my first time at the Lincoln facility,
And the experience has been wonderful for me.
The staff here has been as nice as any staff could be.
They have been fast, efficient, kind, and super friendly.
Gerardo, our study manager, takes care of us,
And Holly and Amber are as helpful as they come.
There hasn’t been one, single reason to make a fuss.
Everyone here has made us all feel very welcome.
The blood draws by Summer, Jared, and others went well.
With steady hands and soft touch, I didn’t feel a thing.
Aside from an extra chest tab that made me feel special,
The ECG staff always knew what they were doing.
To Stephanie, Rebecca, Kevin, Lauren, and Joon,
Libni, Kylie, Antonio, Abby, and the rest,
Stacy, Jolene and the other nurses’ station, too.
I hope that we have treated you well… you’re all the best!
Shrubbery leaves and foliage, all these very gloriously and graciously green,
In my verdant jade roof top garden, reflect greenness on my laptop screen.
Verbose prolixed, scattered, strewn fill up spaces all around in my jade garden,
Soak and fill me with haunting memories of Rita, Irene, Jeanne, Jolene and Celine.
Of sweetness and tenderness envious nostalgic musings ever so green,
To my mind’s eye these imagery still emerge at will very pristine and clean.
Between fourteen and eighteen up here they broke my warm, gentle and fond heart,
Then at nineteen it was here in this greenery with Norma Jean, we abruptly fell apart.
Green the world seemed to me when I sat here all these years alone and lonely,
Scripting and crafting dense verses of earthly passions that are profound, eloquent and comely.
Glorious greens, gorgeous greens, jade greens,
All mankind reveres the vitality you create that is meant for kings and queens.
But for me the color green,
Often remind me of my recent sojourns with Maureen and Pauline.
So to now to reflect and meditate splashes of green I imagine feel and use,
my heart chakra to open and feel love , empathy and compassion and forlorn thoughts to diffuse.
Green… green…green….. I have now sensed and seen….
Will come before me for times umpteen and as a routine.
The Colors Have It Poetry Contest
29/2/2012
The old beaten dashboard in my old beaten car,
Is my old beaten down drumming kit,
And whenever I sit at a set of red lights,
Each hand is a magic drum stick,
Recreating the moment Phil Collins kicks on,
Into the air tonight,
Onto My doorbell, Blue orchid, Jolene,
White Stripes’ hypnotic Meg White,
Then through the speakers the music takes hold,
My eyes close, I sit up on stage,
And Back in Black takes flight into the world,
And my drumming flies off in a rage,
I love air drumming in my old beaten car,
When I’m stopped at red lights on the street,
Drumming along to each song that comes on,
In a seductive spontaneous beat.