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Jan Terry Poem
I signed a contract with the state
to use my body as they will.
My mind they did manipulate.
In the name of freedom, I would kill.
I never questioned right or wrong.
Obeyed all orders without thought.
I strove to be Army strong.
My loyalty and heart were bought.
The flag I served flew overhead.
My uniform bespoke my pride.
A true soldier born and bred,
I marched on while others died.
As time went on, before my eyes,
I saw a different point of view.
I prayed to God my soul baptize,
wash clean my sins, be born anew.
I threw down my master's glove.
I left the life of blood and sword.
My orders still come from above,
but now I serve the Lord.
July 5, 2015
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A good man's gone, loved by us all
on the screen both big and small.
The fire is cold, the lights are out.
His soul's moved on, without a doubt.
The laughter's gone that masked the pain.
The house is still and peace does reign.
He fought his battles on life's wild ride,
but lost his war with the demons inside.
How can one thrive on acclaim and wealth
without the love of one's own self?
I hope you found the peace you sought.
The life you lived won't be forgot.
July 5, 2015
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I've seen my father in my dreams
and traveled to where, it seems,
he is still composing verse
and, happily, we converse.
His poetry plays in my head.
I wake, in haste, jump out of bed
and quickly jot down what was said.
My father is alive, not dead!
He lives in all my poetry.
He'll always be a part of me.
No one can take away his light
as long as I continue to write.
November 30, 2018
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An angel wrote with a golden pen in the marble book of fate.
The ink she used were the tears of men;
The words she wrote: Too late!
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Today I awoke with a foreboding and a heavy heart.
A contest of good and evil has torn my world apart.
I never even imagined that evil would rule the day.
My faith was greatly shaken in a most disturbing way.
What began with joy and promise quickly turned to grief.
Roughly half the country cried in disbelief.
A cult of hate and selfishness found a way to win,
By lying and blaming others for a nation's sin.
It's the same dangerous playbook employed by madmen in the past:
One man delivers the soliloquy and silences the cast.
I never thought my country could ever stoop so low.
Liberty is hiding her face with no freedom to bestow.
So, throw away all Illegals and close our borders tight.
We don't need friends and neighbors to stoke our country's might.
Once a beacon of freedom but soon to go it alone;
Our new slogan is 'America First' so World you're on your own.
Janece Terry
November 6, 2024
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Jan Terry Poem
Behold the lowly dandelion; a weed with just a fancy name.
She grows where opportunity allows but pest is her main claim to fame.
Strong and tenacious, she holds her own against those who wish her harm.
Growing wherever she can drop a root, a bright yellow flower to disarm.
Among the many blades of grass, she snuggles in your lawn.
If you resent her presence there, then grab the Weed Begone.
But when it's time to reproduce, she's soft and fluffy fairy down.
Sending her seeds into the world, they ride the wind along the ground.
A bee's first food in early spring, she holds a place in nature's heart.
Perhaps a wish is sent her way, as the child in us blows her apart.
So, don't underestimate this overabundant humble weed.
She has a niche in God's plan and her humble presence fills a need.
April 5, 2019
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Baby doesn't like the 'peases'.
She spits them out, as she pleases.
I still have that childish vice
But spitting peas isn't nice.
Avoiding them is hard to do.
They're in the pot pie and the stew.
So, I pick them out one by one
But pea-picking is not fun.
Give me a break. I cannot take
To even smell them on the make.
Cold in salad or piping hot,
Hold the peas. Peas porridge, not!
January 11, 2018
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I drive the clouds that cover the sun
and rain down on everyone.
My power grows with my intensity
while all of nature bows before me.
I am lord of the sea and land.
I can scourge the earth with a heavy hand,
or gently lift a bird on wing
and scatter seeds to bloom in Spring.
Come out to play and we will meet.
I'll swirl the leaves around your feet,
or send your kite way up high
to tickle the face of the sky.
Who am I?
March 24, 2024
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There is a house in my backyard
they call the 'Crescent Moon'.
I visit more than I would like
but, then no one's immune.
I've passed many an hour there,
pants below my knees.
The place is open day and night.
You can come whenever you please.
Just go in and have a seat;
You're welcome one and all.
Take a load off your feet
when nature makes that call.
So, don't be afraid to make a move.
You can even bring a friend;
Just in case, there's a double seat
and you'll be happy in the end.
Inspired by the humor of Jan Allison
Potty humor
Jan Terry
April 16, 2019
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Babygirl, someone needs to say
you can't go on acting this way.
If you don't learn another tune,
the party will be over soon.
Rude, without a clue
know-it-all, that's you.
Good intentions aside,
you don't deserve this ride.
That phony, baloney,
holy sanctimony
is not lost on me.
Just let it be.
Insecure, immature,
but there's a cure.
Life's journey mocks
the school of hard knocks.
Daddy's spoiled child;
He always smiled.
Welcome to what's real.
How ya gonna deal?
Play it out.
Leave no doubt.
Take a stand.
Play your hand.
So, what's up?
Go grow up.
Be a woman,
Know you can.
July 5, 2015
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