Short Jenny Poems
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J-ust a simple verse of mine,
E-merging from my mind,
N-ever I leave it behind
N-or is it hard to find
Y-our birthday's on December one.
Now I think I have to concede
My Jenny horse eats too much feed,
Loves her chaff, loves fresh grass,
But through the barn door she can't pass,
Clearly a case of food stampede..
There is a story
Told of old
Of Jack and Jenny
Wild and bold.
Jack was first
To play the fool.
He ran off
and made a mule.
When jealous Jenny
Heard the skinny
She ran off
And made a hinny.
Or so the story goes.
Jenny is exceptional
Christ as exception
Doctor exceptionalness
My First Attempt (Be Gentle}
Thanks once more
Sir Joseph Spence
I loved you once, Jenny Teapot,
Until that love turned sour.
You poured the finest Yorkshire Tea,
On the hour, every hour.
But the love we had, went off the boil,
In a most disappointing way.
Betrayed by your affections,
For Darjeeling, Assam and Earl Grey.
Wendy and Jenny hold a party
They are coming dressed up pretty
They are not lonely
They are all happy
Wendy brings her honey
Jenny brings her puppy
They are there making cookies
The party is funny
Looks like the party is juicy
But someone is going to be crazy
Beneath the man is a lucid vagina,
Censored in thick debris of fur.
Death in the midst of its debris is a glory
Non should behold.
A boy in all certainty, girl deep beneath.
Alas, I swirm, nothing in life is real,
But the squirting sound of an orgasming she male.
Form:
Guys have been praising Jenny
Bent on marrying poor Lenny
At hill tops "I love Lenny,
Whose bank account reads Penny!"
Not that he has not any
But women gasp for many
And Jenny's needs damned many
Still rejected Rich Kenny,
Who himself hates a Nanny:
Wedding one thinks uncanny.
Jenny eat her probiotics
eating foreign leaves
chewing on the cud
the machinations of the wise
foreleign days
back lit
She is braver each day
said she hadn't the time to choose
but she still believes
in the duty of self improvement
A message to the earnest
she find her garland summer
Miss Jenny Lee ran after afterlife
Life was a boat full of fruits overripe
So, Jenny Lee jumped
To the heap, she bumped
And ate up all fruits and began to gripe
An innocence that once was lost
Lives within a broken heart
There it lies in hope and wait
Barred behind a lonesome gate
Waiting for to be revealed
A true desire long concealed
Joy and light beyond compare
Filled with beauty true and fair
Certain it shall find a way
To live and love another day
Sweetheart
little angel
mind body maturing
happily healthy very wise
Jenny
Thanks Rhoda
for insperation
Hope I did this right lol
To my Auntie Jenny,
Whom I loved so much,
You are now with the Lord and free of pain,
You and Walter are back together,
I will miss you loads,
I remember your fun times,
You had a heart of gold,
Kind, fun, generous and warm.
May you now Rest in peace.
Love from your niece Susie <>< <><
Ps, Please will you give Richard a hug and kiss from me.
A connoisseur of delicious or Johnathan apples? Queried my mom.
I had never considered her a connoisseur of either, I said with aplomb.
I knew her as Apple Jenny, she was a crone with a mission to learn.
I watched over her closely as she made her warm apple butter churn.
A scholarly woman, a sage wild woman who knew her own mind.
She was empathetic, casual, down-to-earth, pleasant and kind.
Jenny, they say,
will face a tragedy.
Is it not something always
predicted this way?
Will it be Jenny?
Or Pete or Paul?
We glance every day among
those tabloid papers - so many.
We read headlines, blink,
then another front page;
or see this or that on TV.
Yes, we tut-tut.
We always go
this self-same way.
You reach an advanced age.
So so.
Ah yes,
so so.
(written Sep 2022; posted Jan 2023)
Jenny died eight years ago, but her sister Terry never let her go.
She speaks to her daily, which worries her parents.
They have taken her to a psychiatrist, but nothing changes.
She is still here, she insists. They do not understand.
Neither has a drop of belief in spirituality.
To them dead is dead; no personality, no soul, nothing.
Terry plays on the hill in front of the pond as often as possible.
For it is there that she sees the reflection of Jenny in the pond.
BEAUTY
~~~~~~~~~~~
Your feelings, like silence disguised by sound.
Climb your mental mountain there beauty will be found.
It is in the mirror every time you view,
what you see is beauty, what you see is you!
Now your up there you have to shout it to the world
You always have been, now let your beauty be unfurled.
Unchosen paths,
yet for us to follow,
give us hope
to change our course of sorrow.
Fear of death,
or fear of living,
Either, or
Neither, nor
In any case, unforgiving.
Our Broken Dreams,
Our trail of friends,
Our forgotten fathers,
shape our pain.
But, future twists
and childrens' laughter,
no doubt,
like water,
will lift us once again.
Smile Jenny, Smile.
You know, you have that way
of touching someone,
at any time of any day,
and never knowing it all the while.
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