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FPOTD:
10/23/25 7:05am
Everything that needs to be said has already been said.
But since no one was listening,
everything must be said again.
—André Gide
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Preface
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stumble in the old-man-manner,
a long sleep full of unremembered dreams,
my watch happily informs nmI
is, was, am.
'fully rested'
after a wonderful evening of Mediterranean delicacies,
and Dance,
French ballet dancers exquisite,
who mold their bodies
in homage to gravitation,
but more on that in a later
"episode'
let's us re~rebellion re-begin:
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Po<>em
stumble in the old-man-manner,
grab my tablet and helloooooo,oooo,
am greeted by the above,
Les Mots d'André Gide(1)
before eye opened, before my elixir of Caribbean mixture,
this hard slap of wr but dryly,
words,
naively knocks me, totters me, and before I read on further,
the composition stretches my mind,
to confess, to admit, to knowing
that you and I have long silently all (along) have known this,
"Everything that needs to be said has already been said."
and yet we write;
we, by the mega~thousands come to
homage ourselves,
using words,
presumably sequentially never prior ever~uttered,
and a grizzled unshaven face,
his father~confessor,
his bathroom mirror,
e-mocks me-with kindly grace,
that we should (n)ever have had that peculiar thought,
n(ever ever)
pass through our brains...
and the courage to cease, thus to please,
is right here - right now,
beggar my thoughts to go elsewhere,
in embarrassed silent priv-a-see,
and you can say,
Amen
and ponder it yourself
and power on through it
in wheee, (3)
shame and glee,
and write on,
unjustifiably,
but on (and on),
moreover-endlessly,
trying for our own
originality,
somehow
despite, even Andre
yup, him too,
this verily same thought was
written thousands years before
by the Psalmist, The Preacher, the King
Solomon,
and taught to me as a young boy,
in that poet's native tongue, Hebrew,
"there is nothing new under the sun"^
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Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
I know what i have
I'm aware it should feel like the moon and stars were hung.
Just for me.
By her.
That doesn't stop my heart from wanting more.
My brain, my sanity, my focus
They've been tied to my heart's hip as it runs
Head first into the cyclone
The cyclone of wanting more
You can't see it
And I want to tell you
I want to look into your diamond eyes as I say,
"Can you hold me a little longer? Please?"
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC
Like a life cycle
Moving on again and again
Seeing a movie life is a short cut
But there is always a but?
Riding a horse beautiful
Flowing hair chestnut
But when?
Will life change/rearrange/emerge
Can we erase and start over to begin
Smart revenge or perfect win
We never know what will
be coming soon?
The full moon reckoning
The big happening
Start living
Falling in a category losing
No crying just loving
Keep trying wasting away dying
No meddling/ Gifts of giving
Creating loving words
In writing
New Birth developing
But when?
A star to wish upon
Pollution air rushing
Tornado destroying
But two people
Take the moment
True love- hugging
Good stirring- resettling
But When?
Not everyone
Will be welcoming
Words crash thundering
Everything has a sign
But when -Good luck
Entering
baking
whisking
But when is the part seeking
In a flash of an eye we will be gone
Blinking
Jul 6, 2023
Jul 6, 2023 at 11:27 AM UTC
Should I hide complex emotions from you?
Pull out my heart to bleed on the floor
Promise me you'll keep it safe
Even if lacking qualities you are searching for
Feeling faint
I count imperfections
Sincerity leading my voice
One by one petals plucked proving patience
Each dripping with the stubbornness of my choice
With darkest intentions harbored
The silence sins subtly cast
Trust no words besides memories
Carry lessons from the past
I will not reach out for your hand
Close to an honest profession
Bite my lip in anticipation
Peeling off skins
Battling confessions
The planet quiet for a brief instant
Coming apart under gaze
Breathing in moisture from feelings shared
Love set on fire
Cloudy haze
In clutches of uncontrollable desire
Caught by attraction attempting to hide
Life ripping apart with ease
World determined to wholly divide
I must be foolishly enchanted
Have to break the spell
Breathing is raspy and ragged
Can feel my windpipe swell
It's up to you to save my soul
Chosen to make the call
Hate how you let me suffocate
You loathe my newly built wall
I'm afraid to show I am vulnerable
I put on a frigid act
Although needing you close to me
Never let you know that fact
Apr 21, 2023
Apr 21, 2023 at 4:49 AM UTC
part of me wants to scream
I want to scream out to the world to get them to understand
I want to scream until there isn’t a single breath left in my lungs until they sting with the energy , I've expended and my words hang in the air for all to hear
to be a poet you must write with a certain passion
live with the satisfaction that you can constantly assemble phrases words and lines
because to truly write you must feel
you must freely write your emotion
you must learn to let go of your darkest secrets
allow the words to flow from your mind
liberate yourselves from mental slavery
they cannot comprehend why I write
I am striving for inner peace
fighting for the freedom of my soul
writing is my form of release because sometimes
poetry is not a release of emotion but an escape of emotion
moments & raw emotions
these aren't things ready made
we fear what we know but do not understand
we are loose at the seams
pretending to fine
Yet desiring to be heard
understood from the core
of our poems our souls
© Jennifer Delong 🦏 8/14/18
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 2:54 PM UTC
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do you have moments where you can’t imagine a future?
you’re lying there staring at the
same walls
same ceilings
same words
with nothing but the same feelings-
empty and pale
like there’s no reason to go on
when you can’t even do enough to fail
the future is coming but you
can’t imagine yourself in it
where you just want to stop
everything
and just sit there for a while
maybe not forever
as that’s too permanent,
but something close to it
when you feel like there's a rope
around your neck
Is it just depression or is it the loneliness
when you don't know but you know
you can't continue to feel this way © Jennifer Delong 11/7/18
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 2:44 PM UTC
Sometimes , I wanna disappear
Sometimes , I wanna just
quit
I wonder why , I always
keep going
I don't see anything
in my future
that , I am so in need of
I am still alone
I am still struggling
It's these times
I really just feel the pain
burning my soul
How can one go through
so much pain , hurt
and still just keep living
Knowing there's more to come
Like a punch in the gut
Where's the reason
Where's the purpose
Why not just disappear
It's not like anyone would
notice
So maybe , I will just
Disappear
:: © Jennifer L DeLong 2/2021::
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 6:08 AM UTC
Inspection leads some men
to brief resurrection,
But that course can also
lead to a defection.
There’s often some needing,
for a frenzy of feeding,
When we seek to feast,
on an ego that’s bleeding.
Is it real or some mirage,
lost in forest or garage?
So many casualties of truth,
how can we triage?
And this is that place
too well we all know,
that if you disagree
well that’s just your ego.
And right or wrong
you must submit,
Or be tossed from the circle
a dishonorable ****
How is it we can be so blind,
to not see we are of a kind.
Who run about with desperate shouts,
without a mindful mind.
In the dark I see a wraith
Perhaps a remnant of our faith,
Ephemeral and tinged with rust
Forgotten father of our trust.
I’m not speaking here to thee,
what’s this paradox I see
But you said that, no I did not,
Oh, what a travesty!
Walk a mile in my shoes,
see for yourself what you may lose,
Perhaps you’ll find the fit so right
that it awakes you in the night.
And there you’ll lie and toss and turn,
amidst the loss amidst the burn
Oh, sad child who would not learn
Please say a prayer for me.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
One day
My man, a gentle knight,
Will know the pain in my eyes
Hidden by my streetwise style
He’ll detect the buttoned down toned tight tremble in my chest
the chill of my breath
And he will lay every piece of armour down
To come bravely
Tenderly
With silence to listen to the words and feelings turning the rhythm of my sobs
Into a partner dance
Ears and eyes, heart and soul
Moving our bare bones
to the wisdom presented by hearts that are
Truth faced
And with this presence and kindness
I will surrender knowing finally I am safe.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
On some cold nights, oh, I miss you,
So I cling for my teddy when I'm alone,
Wishing that I could still call your phone,
So I cling to my teddy when I'm alone,
But he doesn't have your heart-beat,
I can't hear its rhythmic thump in my ear,
Close to my heart where I held you dear,
And he doesn't smell like the way you do,
No trace of your intoxicating sweat or perfume,
Missing a scent that used to be all over my bedroom,
You see, my teddy is soft and furry,
And not firm and steady,
Like the way I remember you,
With my head on your chest,
Forgetting time and space,
You kissing me half-dressed ,
And he doesn't sound like you,
He can't mumble into my chest,
Telling he loves me too,
He can't bite and whisper into my ear,
Making my legs give way as he says,
All he wants to be is here, with me,
He can't breathe down and lick my neck,
Making me double-take in breath,
My body becoming a nervous wreck,
My teddy is warm and comforting,
But he can't pull me closer into him,
Wrapping my legs around his waist,
I can't kiss him to remember your taste,
And he can't kiss me before I go to bed,
Right where I need it, on my forehead,
His paws cant draw lines down my body,
Like the way you could with your hands,
Send electricity through every part of me,
And I can't wear my teddy's clothes,
Because well he doesn't really have those,
But you took all yours, but that's how it goes
My teddy is cute and adorable,
But to compare his face to yours is laughable,
Because you are so beautiful,
Especially when you were joyful,
Some nights alone I miss you,
And I cling to my teddy wishing it were you,
Hoping it to be good enough to replace you,
That it could never be anything close to you,
I'm just clinging to long-past memories of you,
But you're long gone so my teddy will just do,
Because you're not coming back to my room,
You're not going to replace my teddy with the real you,
You're not going to slide next to and cuddle me,
You're not going to come in and say that you love me,
You're no longer even a real person,
But a ghost of memories that continue to haunt me,
But I still want you, desperately, clinging to my teddy,
Trying to regrow the piece of my heart you took from me.
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
I want a cigarette
but I need to stop smoking
to improve my health
and optimise my joy and happiness.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 12:18 AM UTC
Red lipped and her smile
Is everything, her teeth shine
Like the pearls against the pale
Skin at the tip of her neck, she
Claws at my skin, the pain throbs
For a second, drawing a little blood
Would you cross her? Knowing her
Hurricane mind? Coming out to play
To feel her tigress soul, wild but free
She doesn't pretend to be anyone
Only herself with a power like no
Other, a control willed by her heart
Motivated by the butterfly in her veins
There is a hunger to pounce, to run with
The wind, she carries class, savagery and
A deep loyalty others had tried to poison
But a paw put down is all that is necessary
To call it a point.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC
Desire is delicious
It's the lingering taste upon
my tongue
it's the exsquisite pleasure
of tasting something so delicious
It leaves the trace upon a soul
It leaves you wanting needing more
That temptation to try only a bite
Yet it leaves you craving that tingling
tasteful delightful feeling you get
when you get a little more
You can't have a little
you got to have it once more
So what's your desire so delicious
that leaves you craving more
© Jennifer Delong 2/19
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 8:45 AM UTC
i'm a fool for you
one day without you with me
and pop goes my heart.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
I'm so messed up, and so ****** but your magical, and amazingly pretty….
And every-time i think about you, I can't help but cry,
Because somehow in God’s plan, I earned you, don’t know how or why.
Your an angel, so divine. Completely holy, sanctified.
We don't, cant. It just doesn't make sense.
But without you i'm just so tense….
I'm just another piece of trash, throw me away.
I can earn your love, one day...
Week in, and my heart can't stop pumping,
God, i hope you never hurt or dump me.
Blood rushes to my head,
If this keeps up, one of us will end up dead!
Saying rash things and having bad ideas.
Except now I have a reason,
Write a song and hope to the day,
That you love this one, like you loved the one i wrote yesterday…
Do anything, long as it’s for you!
Even if you ask completely out of the blue!
God I'm, so, stupidly stressed,
Being away from you for so long, makes me want to go on a quest.
Need to save you, from a giant spiky tortoise,
Dodge his fireballs and continue on, I have a crazy purpose….
Get to your chamber, unlock the doors,
Being told your elsewhere, I fall on all fours.
Readjust my shroomy hat, and off I go,
To save my princess, cause you couldn't find a Mario.
But i don't mind, not in the slightest.
Long as I’m on my quest, I’m covered in your brightness.
I can’t breathe, or think, without you listening.
My heartbeat, near you, is incredibly crippling.
I want to... Will you let me?
I'm in young love, and i can't flee.
Wouldn't want to if i could, i love this Spider’s trap,
I'm so enraptured by it, just like rhyme and rap…
Messed up on adrenaline, and the way your hair smells,
I’m hearing the sound of all the school bells,
Signaling we must be apart yet again,
But my love for you is impossible to comprehend...
So wait for me, dearest, I’ll save you yet!
Until, our love, long this poem, is finished, so never I bet.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
You say no one cares
You say that there's no one who wants you
No one that needs you around
But I have to ask
Are you blind?
Did you not see my gaze?
Did you not feel my touch?
Did you not sense my feelings?
Did I not voice them to you?
Did you not hear my cry?
Did you not savor my speech?
Am I invisible?
I ask you simply
Am I not enough?
Should I wait in the shadows?
For your glancing touch?
Should I hide and wait?
For something that may never be?
Should I run for the hills?
Never to be seen again?
Why can you not see?
That I was there all along.
Wanting your touch.
Wanting your gaze.
You run around
Talking to all
But here I sit waiting
For you to finally see
See my heart
Laying upon this platter
Beating so softly
Until no more
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
Is it wrong to..
Feel too much
Do too much
Like too much
Love too much
Trust in your gut and your heart and soul trying to find control.
The balance between lust and fate
Love and hate . Searching finding loving learning ..
....wanting needing getting having ..
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
If your the type
to only breathe through
the stitches
of your camisole.
And if you always taste like mint,
when kissed on the mouth.
Just because you don't want them smell,
the self hate.
That resides in the back
of your throat
in your breath.
You're also the type
to call me up
six am
asking for a
Friend
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC
No one knows how my soul searches for you during the darkest night
Or how my feet gravitate towards your street on the regular
The air cold like your soul caresses my skin
The sounds of guitars and melodies decorating the streets in the distance
My starving heart aches to be fed by your presence
No one knows, truly knows
The scar you've left on my existence
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC