"janey" poems
My name is Janey and I am four
I like coloring books and playing hopscotch
and today i learned a word called "war"
Mommy says that's where you're going
"He's a super hero, Janey
he'll come back stronger than before"
and she hugged me a little too tight
I laugh "Let go of me!" She laughs.
But she's looking at the floor.
My name is Janey and I am six
I like dancing and drawing pictures
Mommy misses you a whole lot, I see it
Every morning when she wakes up sad,
until she brews her dark brown drink
and then i have my mommy back
"When will he be home, do you think?"
She shoos me away and says "Just a little
while more,Janey dear" so i offer my pinky,
I want her to promise me
Our fingers lock
But she looks unsure.
My name is Janey and I am eight
i like playing in the lake and reading books
i don't know much, but I know one thing,
that you're not here
And you're not coming back
Things have changed a whole lot
I still talk to mommy while
she drinks her happy drink, it's not brown though
It's clear
And i don't ask about you anymore.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
He went looking for Pace-Maker Mary
and found her with Dollar Jane.
Who’s to blame?
She said it was none of his business
She said she’ll see whom she pleases
She said she was tired of men
and especially tired of geezers.
She said she wanted a new life
one without the ******
It gave her the blues to be always in shoes that hurt her heels and sciatica.
That it was nice for a change to be the one with the game
the one who’s doing the chasing.
And if that don’t sit she don’t care a bit
now excuse me my Janey is waiting.
But he’ll wait forever for Pace-Maker Mary
however long it takes.
He’ll bide his time
until he finds
the thing that makes her tick.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
On this day, which seems a portal to the rest of life,
A pair of Rose breasted Grosbeaks come to the feeder
Under powerful white beaks, their throats are brilliant red.
And Pound’s words: “What thou lov’st well” come to mind.
“What thou lov’st well”
Words I recited to Janey when her husband died.
To myself when I lost my house,
And that job, thirty years ago.
When mother’s white hair signaled her mortality
Now, this beautiful bird
And coffee
And taking breaths
An oriole in the apple tree
Picking nectar out of May blossoms...
“What thou lovest well remains,
the rest is dross
What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage”
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
I'm going down Crazy Janey,
you're gonna dance in my darkness,
then I'm going racing in your streets.
We'll take my '69 Chevy to Atlantic City
I'm gonna find that big dude from LA.
I heard what happened when you two went away to the same College.
I'm gonna make that little boy pay.
I'll roll his broke body across the state line
all the way to Philly,
turn around walk back into Jersey
like Brando on the moon.
Wake up the next morning,
punch the clock on time,
at my hometown factory.
Down by the cold black river
me and my old man still hold the line.
We still cut quality steel in the U.S.A,
under smokestacks that kiss the sky.
Then me and Dad go home
and wash up, drink some cold ones,
He tells the same old stories
while I drink my fill.
I say goodbye wander the highway in the night,
But my spirit stays blinded in Janey's legs,
and in her Crazy light.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 18
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
**** e Qalb ki Saansoun Sey’ Hum Muhabbath Kiya Nahi Karthay”
Nah Janey Kab’ Zindaghi sey Bewafai KarJaye!
“I am not in unconditional Love, with my active living”
Who naturally knows, Inevitably betray my eternal life!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem.
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan
©UT-BK 2019
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC