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Jennie Cooper Poem
Beautiful ponder how you meander
in all constraints of unmeasurable tender
you are mine.
And I shall keep you close.
Panjandrum is not your domain
so bear no false witness my friend
for I know thee well my perpetual self.
Misunderstood as you are,
in love we shall pertain.
And I shall keep you close.
Make no sacrifice to past missed
nor give offering from here to eternity
for you owe nothing to the disdain of prejudice.
Only beauty will keep you.
And I shall keep you close.
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Jennie Cooper Poem
Doleful tenaciousness,
dissonant outrageousness,
in contemptuous mist,
forlorn and dismissed.
Early morn my sensibility,
recaptured tranquility,
solitude my quest,
undeniably blessed.
Forbearance and fortitude,
visionary interlude,
a sonnet, an epistle,
a tenet, a gift.
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Bellow, snarl and luster
listen to the mighty roar
of crimson green and mellow beam
and crook and flame and muster. We cluster
drawn to creaky oak and misty morn and poplar,
birch and cedar, smell of mead and mighty kings of Tudor.
With tender hook and sneaky nook on boards
of stoutly temper, old embroidered drift
of thread, ethereal chill of ender.
Lord and Sir and minister stir
in air of artful whisper, mure
of heart in boastful court
callow, bard and jester.
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A beauty, she stands by the fireplace.
An hourglass shape encased in cedar
and mahogany Spanish taste
and I love her dearly.
Three decades of teary play on
strings that sting the skin and
burn yet still, I yearn for the taste of
melodious bass and treble chase.
Golden her face.
Her tone consoling, my soul performing
her inner grace, laid bare for all who will listen.
Placed or misplaced, in earnest
I christen her tone in song.
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My little corner is a welcoming plot
where I sit and ponder and dream a lot.
As the fruits of my toil flourish in soil, I
take pride in the array of heliotrope.
In the moment of a wonderful min,
I hear the voices of my beloved kin.
And though they have long left this mortal place,
their footsteps I most longingly trace.
On the stepping stones of eternal flora,
of song and laughter and harmonious mora.
With an echo of my undying love, I adorn her.
My nostalgic little corner.
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Five chimney pots standing proud
on victorian tiles and darkened
shroud of stone, it stands alone.
Bleak and raven tarnish grown
in age and time, its beauty faded,
stout yet jaded.
Resolute, it does remain a formidable and
gloomy garnished stain
on an urban nest of semi chain.
How neglected you have been
when once a queen!
Standing in your kingdom green.
Guarded by trees and nectar,
blossom breeze through high grass
and the silent murmur of summer sneeze.
Respected, calm and free.
I see and etch your memory made.
Whilst others simply fade away.
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Jennie Cooper Poem
Do you fit in my click before you sit?
Do you say what I think and
titter not tat?
Chitter chat, not meow in a hat.
Do you tick and tick
not tock and tock
nor bounce, nor roam, nor sit alone?
Sticks and stones and
whispers and moans,
cutting lies with a satirical tone.
Can you whisper not shout
and slither about with silky skin
and perfect grin and tell a tale or two or three?
Then you can be we, and we can hang out,
and talk about, and talk about, and talk about.
Do you live in my corner?
Are you a willing fawner?
Can you give me your time
without expecting mine?
Think my thoughts lets crush and thwart
all those who bounce and roam and sit alone,
tock and tat and shout all that.
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Jennie Cooper Poem
I remain in perpetual motion with
no uncertain regard for haste, reliably
scornful of erratic pace.
I am unwilling to change.
Bound by quotidian zeal,
I care not for how you feel.
So take no measure in shallow waters,
or eager plight to adorn.
For treasure is sublime,
resplendent in gold and trinkets of old,
but not in time.
My face remains the same.
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Jennie Cooper Poem
A promise made,
a sign praised,
a film, a song, a fairy tale.
A spectrum of waves,
an arc of rays,
a rainy, sunny, nature parade.
A lullaby played,
a golden trade,
a dream, a vision,
a wonder cascade.
A time to believe,
a time to pray,
a hope,
a vision,
a better day.
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