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Jaqueline Green Poem
And even SHOVED I say!
For the love of my life threw me away.
It happened too fast--
Quicker than a flash--
And now, alone in the bed, I lay.
Oh, but she couldn't just let things be,
Couldn't find it in her to set me free,
For she pushed and shoved
Then kissed and hugged
And left me to wonder, "What are we?"
And not five minutes later--
That hussy! That traitor!--
Found aloft the one I called friend
That day two relationships she did tend
For it was him, not me, who could sate her.
With my shock and anger, I sat
Doing my best not to look back
Then I looked up to the fan
Slapped my face in my hand
And said, "God, I need a new cat."
Copyright © Jaqueline Green | Year Posted 2025
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Jaqueline Green Poem
Sometimes I wonder if anyone
Truly believes in a God–
A Greater Being, typically benevolent
Who watches + waits + whispers.
Sometimes I wonder if everyone
Clings to this idea for the comfort–
The need, animalistic + entirely human,
Of forgiveness. I don't believe a widow
20, with two kids + a mortgage + bills +
Hungry mouths + a family of granite stones down by the church
Would believe in God, but she would
Pray to whatever, whomever
In the vague hope someone would listen +
Help her keep her children fed + content. Sometimes, I wonder if anybody
Ever did– surely knights beaten + bloody
Red coagulating over gauntlets + crusting over swords
Would only ever collapse to a knee, heedless of the filth
Corrupting the gleaming marble of the church floor.
I wonder if they communed with a God for forgiveness
Screams + pleas + blood building behind sweat-streaked foreheads–
And felt numb when they finished prayer + opened their eyes
To a new battlefield, awash in damning crimson from the stained glass.
And I suppose that's the point,
The Empty leeching all the hate + fear + anguish And laying at the feet of a benevolent being.
In any case, God is truly Good,
If only for giving the broken a sense of
Being whole.
Copyright © Jaqueline Green | Year Posted 2025
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Jaqueline Green Poem
I think I loved the you Before
Isn't that awful, baby?
You've worked so hard
So long
Clawing desperately toward a version
Of yourself only you could see.
I admired your efforts
Fondly watched your warming ashes,
But my heart grew heavier
Each day,
With every improvement.
Isn't that awful, baby?
I loved you Before--
We were shattered pieces in a crooked frame,
And I was never stupid, but God, I wished
And Hoped--
I'm so glad to see that
Blazing smile of yours;
I'm so pleased for you
To be who you want to be.
But I loved the you from Before.
And since that you is long gone,
Perhaps it's times for me to be, too.
Copyright © Jaqueline Green | Year Posted 2025
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