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Jerry T Curtis Poem
Why do people, want to cause
Other people pain
Where is the Love
That will break the chain
Someone says something
Then it's tit-for-tat
I've played this before
We all know the score
Now who's up at bat
I think it's time, for us to play
The self healing game
Before there's no one, left
Around to blame
One that's more thoughtful
And much less insane
Let's reach for the Sun
And help everyone
Come out of the rain
All we have, is this fleeting chance
To get this right
No time for jealousies
No time to fight
Don't say, that you're sorry
Don't seek to forgive
Just start here today
And throw it away
And learn how to live
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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Jerry T Curtis Poem
I Love Hate
I love hate; it's plain to see
It fills the hearts of my enemies
It sucks out the life and joy from their souls
And where happiness was, it leaves a large hole
They like to spread rumors and go off on a rant
But ask'em for a reason, You Know! They just can't
You see, Hate is just darkness, a disease of the mind
It soon affects everything; you'll find it time
The way you talk to others, the expression on your face
You tend to lose compassion and be void of all grace
It just makes more enemies and never a friend
And when it's all over, you'll feel empty in the end
So I leave all the hate to those who revel in it
And get on with my life, Loving every minute
By JT Curtis Nov 2017
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2017
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Jerry T Curtis Poem
Is it Love
a simple bowl of ice cream
sweating from the heat
cherries on the top
huddled 'round and looking sweet
two little wooden paddles
pretend that they are spoons
as we sit beneath the stars
in the savor of the moon
your lips are all I see
as they caress them with a passion
the cherries on your tongue
in a delightful playful fashion
with our eyes intent and focused
in a stare of solemn trust
Is this ice cream truly love
or is it merely cherry lust
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015
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Jerry T Curtis Poem
North of Nottingham, there lies a wood
Clothed with fern in Dartmouth green
A barefoot Beauty, There she stood
The likes of which, the worlds not seen
A man observes, but undetected
Concealed up in The Major Oak
She drops her hood, quiet unexpected
Gently slipping off her cloak
This man, a thief, price on his head
Cannot resist his captive heart
In great danger, he gladly sheds
The massive tree's concealing art
You might conceive, this shocked the maiden
Confronted by a rogue so bold
But his eyes were so love laden
She touched his hand, he touched her soul
He leads her to his camp in secret
On the ground lie jewels and gold
But his eyes could never leave her
The greatest prize he ever stole
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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Jerry T Curtis Poem
"I can tell you are a Libra"
"No !"
"I am seldom ever wrong
Ah, of course you are a Taurus"
"No!"
"But the feeling was so strong
Now it hits me, you're a Leo
I should have recognized the traits
"No!"
"Just please give me a moment
In my mind, I see a date
"You're a Pisces now ascending
With the cusp of Capricorn
And Scorpio was setting on the day
that you were born
The moon was in Virgo
With Aries on the rise
and before you say,
'No' again
Just let me say,
"I love your eyes "
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015
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Jerry T Curtis Poem
Inspired By Angel Marie and
Her Poem "Crazy Love"
She looked at me with tear filled eyes
And said that we were through
Then walked away, from my love
There, was nothing I could do
Now my fright, grows strong at night
I pray that she is near
To think she might, not return
Is now my greatest fear
I drive around, while on my cell
But she's nowhere in sight
Worried sick to death
I hope that she's alright
Perhaps she's leaving on a jet
She may be going home
I fail to see what this has done
But leave us both alone
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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Jerry T Curtis Poem
From Pinnacle to Cynical
When we were young
We had our dreams
But, in our future we would find
That many times along the way
There were mountains, we must climb
But with the strength
That comes with youth
We foiled every peril
And hiked the broadways to the top
Until the path got narrow
Yes, in our way, we reached the top
And then became quite cynical
For our decline, we could not stop
In descending from that pinnacle
It matters not, how far we reached
Upon life's twisted routes and bends
It's knowing that we've seen the summit
And that our journey, must slow, then end
By JTCurtis
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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By David Kavanagh
On second thoughts
When instinct becomes
an educated guess
And improvisation
demands quick redress
Like thinking on one’s feet
if too drunk to stand
Be found all at sea
throwing up on dry land
Twisted situations
we find ourselves in
When bundles of joy
reek original sin
Smack on the butt
for showing a bit of cheek
Do everything perfect
get labelled a freak
Gestures, signals,
often appear to confuse
High five or fist bump
sweaty handshake defused
One or two fingers:
the bird a sign of peace
Kneel with respect
submissive purr on a leash
Diversions, promises,
never black and white
Passive aggression
silent treatment for slight
Jack in the box, ripper
jumps out with a knife
Break a leg, for the
performance of his life
Police warning: never
mess around with guns
Gut reaction sparks a
stampede, or the runs
Playing it very cool,
whilst feeling much heat
Praying devoutly,
burnt at stake for deceit
Sticking out one’s tongue
in contempt, no a kiss!
Sigh of relief
they were just taking the piss
Such is living, such is death
come friend or foe
On second thoughts
syllabic verse, or sh!tshow
By David Kavanagh
hms
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2025
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Jerry T Curtis Poem
Kim's song in French
Lent son du saxophone ; je m'allonge
et j'écoute les paroles du bon vieux temps,
quand Paris était à la mode,
et que le temps de l'amour est révolu
pour la vieille fille sirotant du vin
à la terrasse d'un café ; fixant,
sommes-nous, les yeux d'un tableau
pluvieux et coloré ; romantiquement
par le son frémissant du saxophone ;
ses notes flottant sur la Seine.
Gouttes de pluie grises, bleues et cerisiers en fleurs ; un sourire subtil sur des lèvres rouges,
rappelant la beauté et les heures passées ;
claquement de talons et belle robe.
Paroles et vocables posés et assurés
régularisent mon cœur, réchauffent mes pulsations.
Une voix fredonne, tandis que les doigts du phoniste s'agitent,
fourmillent tous les sens ; variateur de cabernet.
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Jerry T Curtis Poem
Now down at our local pub
I noticed McGee at the bar
So I pulled up a chair, A bit unaware
That he was a bit under par
He said to me "Last night,
I tried to take me own life
I wanted to end my misery
In this world full of struggle and strife
So, I started to take a thousand pills,
and wash them down with wine
but after the second aspirin
I started to feel just fine
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