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Jack Jenkins Oct 2017
My love for her is so great,
my heart melts for her 'til the dusk of day.
The night mourns when she's away,
cherish, adore 'til the dawn.

Her beauty is great,
Wondering mind 'til her sees,
pursuing is all I do,
While waiting for the moment, for her to say "I love you."
Jack Jenkins Oct 2017
A gorgeous gal - her name was Bella
She slept around with many fellas
Until at last, she caught ******
Now no *** life before she's thirty
That poor gal, her name was Bella
I think I've read too much of Temporal Fugue's poetry. LOL
Jack Jenkins Oct 2017
Drab;
  Dreary;
    Bleak;
A grey mood.

why can't I remember my dream last night?

The sun shines;
  I focus on the clouds.

there was a skull involved

Laughter down the street;
  I stay straight-faced with thin lips.

why was I desperate to survive?

An aroma of coffee fills the air;
  I type at my work,
    I try to forget it;
It bothers me...

*what was my dream last night?
A strange dream I can't remember has me on edge...
  Oct 2017 Jack Jenkins
Cné
There is no chill like autumn's air
to brace a poet's soul.
The thought of chocolate on the stove
speeds up the evening stroll.

My dog must stop to sniff the air
and savor scents afoot.
While I must simply watch my step
and where each one is put.

The signs of Halloween abound
for "Tricks or Treats" is near.
How wonderful to take a walk.
I love this time of year!
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