jessie-schwartz - Hello Poetry

Snake in the Grass…by Jessie 6/06 Be weary of where you put your feet There's a snake hiding in the grass Slithering in and out of holes Waiting to attack Although, unseen, his agenda sure His plan set into motion One false move, he will strike you Without a trace of emotion He has a way of getting close Manipulating along the way Just as you think all is safe He’ll cut back the other way Many are fearful, encountering the snake It’s the position that he holds Using it to paralyze And make your blood run cold But he’s just a snake, like any snake A tail and a head Separate the two of them You’ll find that he is dead

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Feb 12, 2018

Feb 12, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC

Snake in the Grass

Snake in the Grass…by Jessie 6/06 Be weary of where you put your feet There's a snake hiding in the grass Slithering in and out of holes Waiting to attack Although, unseen, his agenda sure His plan set into motion One false move, he will strike you Without a trace of emotion He has a way of getting close Manipulating along the way Just as you think all is safe He’ll cut back the other way Many are fearful, encountering the snake It’s the position that he holds Using it to paralyze And make your blood run cold But he’s just a snake, like any snake A tail and a head Separate the two of them You’ll find that he is dead

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You See What I Let You See…by Jessie 1/05 What do u see when you look upon me…Do you see a rock in front of thee? You see what I let you see …you know what I let you know. I am not the rock you think me so, nor am I the hunter’s mighty bow. The strength I have, you think you see is nothing more than fantasy. There are days I can conquer the world and days I can’t face it. I am a tragedy within a comedy, laughing to conceal the pain. Lean on me and I will hold until the weight crushes us both Ask and I shall give until I have given more than I had. Put me on high and disappointment will inevitably be near by. Outwardly I am as still as air in the eye of the storm, while inside I shake uncontrollably. I can calm and steady the frailest of souls for I have the trust of all, yet none in myself. I am the one that people depend on and I am weary of the burden it brings. Like a raging fire I can consume all in my path…yet wet me and I am merely steam, dissipating within the air. You see what you want to see… Examine the rock, for it has faults and will one day crumble. What do you see when you look upon me? You see what I let you see.

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Feb 12, 2018

Feb 12, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC

You See What I Let You See

You See What I Let You See…by Jessie 1/05 What do u see when you look upon me…Do you see a rock in front of thee? You see what I let you see …you know what I let you know. I am not the rock you think me so, nor am I the hunter’s mighty bow. The strength I have, you think you see is nothing more than fantasy. There are days I can conquer the world and days I can’t face it. I am a tragedy within a comedy, laughing to conceal the pain. Lean on me and I will hold until the weight crushes us both Ask and I shall give until I have given more than I had. Put me on high and disappointment will inevitably be near by. Outwardly I am as still as air in the eye of the storm, while inside I shake uncontrollably. I can calm and steady the frailest of souls for I have the trust of all, yet none in myself. I am the one that people depend on and I am weary of the burden it brings. Like a raging fire I can consume all in my path…yet wet me and I am merely steam, dissipating within the air. You see what you want to see… Examine the rock, for it has faults and will one day crumble. What do you see when you look upon me? You see what I let you see.

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With Thee… by Jessie 7/05 Close thy eyes and touch me with tender thoughts Wrap thy mind around the visions Hold close these translucent images to thy beating heart Carry them into eternity, where they will settle firmly. Cast across the land Look back to where the seed was sewn Where the fertile ground safely harbored Now look at thee and question never For in thy own eyes you will see the reflected truth In thy own heart the temped beat will increase, Until it roars with passion Trust thy senses for they are sharp Feel my presents as the essence of my spirit penetrates your superfluous thoughts I am with thee; I am with thee, now and forever

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Feb 12, 2018

Feb 12, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC

With Thee

With Thee… by Jessie 7/05 Close thy eyes and touch me with tender thoughts Wrap thy mind around the visions Hold close these translucent images to thy beating heart Carry them into eternity, where they will settle firmly. Cast across the land Look back to where the seed was sewn Where the fertile ground safely harbored Now look at thee and question never For in thy own eyes you will see the reflected truth In thy own heart the temped beat will increase, Until it roars with passion Trust thy senses for they are sharp Feel my presents as the essence of my spirit penetrates your superfluous thoughts I am with thee; I am with thee, now and forever

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Why…by Jessie 8/05 Why do happy things, always make you sad? Why, no matter how good you are, things turn into bad? Why when ever you want to picnic, does it always seem to rain? Why, when you wash your car, it does the very same? Why, when you plan a trip, everyone gets sick? Why, when the wind is in your face, you feel the need to spit? Why, when wearing your new shoes, you step where dogs have s**t? Why, when you’re in a hurry, people, wont move along? Why, when you see the Doctor, all the pain has gone? Why, as soon as you butter your bread, that’s when the bread is dropped? Why, whenever wearing white, you get a new grease spot? Why, when you decide to take a nap, that’s when kids will yell? Why, when you are put on hold, nature always calls? Why, when skating, looking cool, that’s when you will fall? Why, when I find the shortest line, it stops, before my turn? Why, does every loan officer, always look so stern? Why, if I am in a crowd, the bird will **** on me Why, don’t people just say no, instead of we will see? Why, when I go to the movies, people kick my chair? Why, is the standard answer, life is never fair?

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Feb 12, 2018

Feb 12, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC

Why?

Why…by Jessie 8/05 Why do happy things, always make you sad? Why, no matter how good you are, things turn into bad? Why when ever you want to picnic, does it always seem to rain? Why, when you wash your car, it does the very same? Why, when you plan a trip, everyone gets sick? Why, when the wind is in your face, you feel the need to spit? Why, when wearing your new shoes, you step where dogs have s**t? Why, when you’re in a hurry, people, wont move along? Why, when you see the Doctor, all the pain has gone? Why, as soon as you butter your bread, that’s when the bread is dropped? Why, whenever wearing white, you get a new grease spot? Why, when you decide to take a nap, that’s when kids will yell? Why, when you are put on hold, nature always calls? Why, when skating, looking cool, that’s when you will fall? Why, when I find the shortest line, it stops, before my turn? Why, does every loan officer, always look so stern? Why, if I am in a crowd, the bird will **** on me Why, don’t people just say no, instead of we will see? Why, when I go to the movies, people kick my chair? Why, is the standard answer, life is never fair?

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Who’s There …by Jessie 6/06 I hear a knock, knock, knocking at my door But I don’t get up to look I’m not too busy I’m board in fact I think it was the effort that it took Complacent in my contemplation, of why the waters wet Is what kept my **** tightly sealed to the chair where I now sit There’s that knock, knock, knocking once again Will you please just go away!! I’m quite content doing nothing and here is where I’ll stay No sooner than I yell these words The knocking started up Frustrated to the point of mad I got off my lazy **** Made a b-line to the door; anger on my face Opened it up, looking out, a note the only trace I opened the note, it read like this… Hi, I knocked three times, no one answered It was you I came to see… No big deal, it was only me…OPPORTUNITY!

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Feb 12, 2018

Feb 12, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC

Who's There?

Who’s There …by Jessie 6/06 I hear a knock, knock, knocking at my door But I don’t get up to look I’m not too busy I’m board in fact I think it was the effort that it took Complacent in my contemplation, of why the waters wet Is what kept my **** tightly sealed to the chair where I now sit There’s that knock, knock, knocking once again Will you please just go away!! I’m quite content doing nothing and here is where I’ll stay No sooner than I yell these words The knocking started up Frustrated to the point of mad I got off my lazy **** Made a b-line to the door; anger on my face Opened it up, looking out, a note the only trace I opened the note, it read like this… Hi, I knocked three times, no one answered It was you I came to see… No big deal, it was only me…OPPORTUNITY!

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Who would have known? …by Jessie 10./06 If I had not been born Who would have known? Would the sun still have set? Would the moon still have shown? Would anyone care, if I were not around? Would music have had, a much a sweeter sound? If my print was never laid upon the world If all of my deeds were never unfurled Would playgrounds be filled, with children at play? Would war just simply go away? Would a cry for help, finely be heard? Would things like, hate and **** even be words? Would laughter have had a soothing effect? Would all things I said, be even correct? What if, I had never been born? And every connection I made had been torn? The one’s that have laughed The one’s that have cried The truths I have told and even the lies The world has never hinged upon me But, had I not been born Would someone have seen?

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Feb 12, 2018

Feb 12, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC

Who Would Have Known?

Who would have known? …by Jessie 10./06 If I had not been born Who would have known? Would the sun still have set? Would the moon still have shown? Would anyone care, if I were not around? Would music have had, a much a sweeter sound? If my print was never laid upon the world If all of my deeds were never unfurled Would playgrounds be filled, with children at play? Would war just simply go away? Would a cry for help, finely be heard? Would things like, hate and **** even be words? Would laughter have had a soothing effect? Would all things I said, be even correct? What if, I had never been born? And every connection I made had been torn? The one’s that have laughed The one’s that have cried The truths I have told and even the lies The world has never hinged upon me But, had I not been born Would someone have seen?

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Who are you? …by Jessie 4/05 I met a man this morning I didn’t really like I looked into his eyes and saw the darkness of night The feeling I got was empty, I’m doubt we even spoke The staring just continued, connection never broke Some how he looked familiar, his face I could not place The way he continued looking at me, the scowl upon his face Then it’s as if a fog rolled in, the image began to fade So I wiped the mirror one more time, exposing the reflection of my face

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC

Who are You

Who are you? …by Jessie 4/05 I met a man this morning I didn’t really like I looked into his eyes and saw the darkness of night The feeling I got was empty, I’m doubt we even spoke The staring just continued, connection never broke Some how he looked familiar, his face I could not place The way he continued looking at me, the scowl upon his face Then it’s as if a fog rolled in, the image began to fade So I wiped the mirror one more time, exposing the reflection of my face

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Whispering Rock… by Jessie 4/05 One day in need of answers, I traveled far away Searching for the whispering rock, in hopes of what it might say Deep within the forest, amidst the mighty trees Dark and quite secluded, through the rustling of the leaves A light pierced through the canopy and shown down upon the rock Awesome and inspiring, all chocked up and couldn’t talk Climbing up, I sat up on, the light enshrouded stone Asked the simple question…Why am I alone? Things got still and nothing moved, as if time had just been stopped Then suddenly a shaking, emanated from the rock A whisper came from where I sat, the answer now revealed You are a rock, you sit alone, your fate is all but sealed Open up and let love in, don’t stand so hard and cold Soften up and take a chance or be alone, tell you are old The shaking stopped, the whisper gone, the light had disappeared Direct and to the point, the answer very clear Then I laughed and I thought, that’s silly… I like the way I am I have no need for love and could care if I had friends Then, no sooner did I start to go; my legs became like lead I should have heeded the whispering rock and all that it had said Now I sit amidst the tress, cold and now of stone Just another whispering rock, Forever to be alone

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC

Whispering Rock

Whispering Rock… by Jessie 4/05 One day in need of answers, I traveled far away Searching for the whispering rock, in hopes of what it might say Deep within the forest, amidst the mighty trees Dark and quite secluded, through the rustling of the leaves A light pierced through the canopy and shown down upon the rock Awesome and inspiring, all chocked up and couldn’t talk Climbing up, I sat up on, the light enshrouded stone Asked the simple question…Why am I alone? Things got still and nothing moved, as if time had just been stopped Then suddenly a shaking, emanated from the rock A whisper came from where I sat, the answer now revealed You are a rock, you sit alone, your fate is all but sealed Open up and let love in, don’t stand so hard and cold Soften up and take a chance or be alone, tell you are old The shaking stopped, the whisper gone, the light had disappeared Direct and to the point, the answer very clear Then I laughed and I thought, that’s silly… I like the way I am I have no need for love and could care if I had friends Then, no sooner did I start to go; my legs became like lead I should have heeded the whispering rock and all that it had said Now I sit amidst the tress, cold and now of stone Just another whispering rock, Forever to be alone

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Where is my Angel?…by Jessie Every child at its birth Receives an Angel guide To help them through there trying times And stand right by their side Here I stand now Head hung down The forgotten son I’m entitled to my Angel All the rest got one I think perhaps ….that God forgot I, might be in need Give them one… but not to me? Is that what he decreed? Do I not cry? Will I get lost? Should I be all alone? Oh where is my sweet Angel To hear me when I moan? Don’t send me down upon the earth With out my Angel guide Oh where is my sweet Angel To stand right by my side?

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC

Where is My Angel?

Where is my Angel?…by Jessie Every child at its birth Receives an Angel guide To help them through there trying times And stand right by their side Here I stand now Head hung down The forgotten son I’m entitled to my Angel All the rest got one I think perhaps ….that God forgot I, might be in need Give them one… but not to me? Is that what he decreed? Do I not cry? Will I get lost? Should I be all alone? Oh where is my sweet Angel To hear me when I moan? Don’t send me down upon the earth With out my Angel guide Oh where is my sweet Angel To stand right by my side?

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We are right…by Jessie 1/07 Countries gather, analyzing strategic battle plans Soldiers at their ready, to follow the command Families waiting eagerly, in hopes of a reprieve Where countries settle differences and let each other be Everyday, tensions rise, to the point of no return People crossing bridges, which, eventually are burned We are right and you are wrong…until you are willing to concede This war, which seems inevitable, by my orders, will proceed Go home and give your loved one’s, a hug and say good bye Get all your things in order, in the off chance you will die Hurry back and mobilize, there is no time to waste We have to start this war, before the people lose their taste Years have passed and sons are now, changing out the guard Finding space in cemeteries, for both sides, has been hard Tell me…why are we all fighting? And why does it go on? I can’t remember, doesn’t matter, the point is… they are wrong

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC

We Are Right

We are right…by Jessie 1/07 Countries gather, analyzing strategic battle plans Soldiers at their ready, to follow the command Families waiting eagerly, in hopes of a reprieve Where countries settle differences and let each other be Everyday, tensions rise, to the point of no return People crossing bridges, which, eventually are burned We are right and you are wrong…until you are willing to concede This war, which seems inevitable, by my orders, will proceed Go home and give your loved one’s, a hug and say good bye Get all your things in order, in the off chance you will die Hurry back and mobilize, there is no time to waste We have to start this war, before the people lose their taste Years have passed and sons are now, changing out the guard Finding space in cemeteries, for both sides, has been hard Tell me…why are we all fighting? And why does it go on? I can’t remember, doesn’t matter, the point is… they are wrong

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