"jeanine" poems
I’d only been home for a week or two
And Jeanine was acting queer,
Each time she’d pass the mirror she’d stare
And I heard her say, ‘Oh dear!’
I’d been away for five long years
But she hadn’t changed a bit,
Each time I’d ask, she’d cover her ears:
‘I have to go to The Crypt!’
I thought that she meant the local club
Where they drank and danced all night,
‘Aren’t you a little too old for that,’
I’d say, and her face turned white.
‘You’re only as old as you feel,’ she snapped,
‘If only,’ was my reply,
‘Whether we like it or not, we age,
And then, we finally die.’
She put her hands to her ears, and shrieked,
‘Don’t ever say that to me!
You can die, but I’ll still go on,
I’ll be what I want to be.’
I stood quite shocked as she raved, she cried
And turned and ran from the room,
I didn’t know what to make of her,
So sat, half stunned in the gloom.
She’d always worried about her looks
Had made up her face for hours,
I’d said, ‘You’re really compulsive, Sis,’
She’d take innumerable showers.
I said, ‘You’re washing yourself away,
There’ll be no oil in your skin.’
‘But don’t you think that I’m beautiful,’
She’d say, with an evil grin.
She’d never married, but dated men
Who would compliment on her looks,
‘He said I’m like Cleopatra,’ or,
‘Like Helen of Troy in the books!’
‘Words are cheap,’ I would say to her
And she’d fly right into a rage,
‘You’re always trying to put me down!’
‘You’re like a bird in a cage!
Always fluffing your feathers up
To say, ‘Hey look at me!’
Don’t you care for the things in life
That are not complimentary?’
But she would shrug and ignore me then
She was vain beyond compare,
I didn’t know that she’d signed a pact
With the Devil, in her despair.
The weeks went by and her mood got worse,
She was nervous, I could see,
Her hands would tremble and she would curse
Applying her toiletry.
The wrinkles set in around her eyes
‘So much for that cream I bought!
I’ll have to go to The Crypt,’ she cried,
And burst in tears at the thought.
One day I spied her out in the street
Down by a ruined church,
She forced her way past the battened door
And disappeared with a lurch.
I waited hours, out there in the street
To see when she’d reappear,
Then realised she’d gone to the crypt
In the bowels of that church, in there.
She came out walking, as in a trance,
So beautiful, redefined,
I couldn’t believe the change in her,
I thought that I’d lost my mind.
The girl I saw was only a shell
Of the woman who once was whole,
Whoever she’d met in that evil crypt
Had walked away with her soul!
David Lewis Paget
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
Giulani ...
looking much like
a radiated & mutant tortoise
from the walking dead,
& the always golden-hearted
Judge Jeanine Pirro
casually chat
on Fox News
all chuckles & smiles
about Muslim bans
& refugees,
while youngsters
languish in camps,
die in cities,
get cold
in mountains.
Chuckle on
you two
chuckle on.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
You sat by my bed everyday
You kept me spirit happy, gay
You gave me a reason to fight
Because if I died I wouldn't see your sight
You knew when I was in a rut
You knew when I had started to cut
You never judged
By my side, you never budged
You are the reason I now thrive
When many thought I would not survive
Now I start over in Oregon, Eugene
You saved my life Jeanine
Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 2:32 PM UTC
أغتنم هذه قبلة على جبين !
و ، في فراق منك الآن ،
وبالتالي السماح لي الكثير avow--
لم تكن خاطئة ، الذين يعتبرون
التي كانت أيامي حلم ؛
بعد ما اذا كانت أمل قد طار بعيدا
في الليل، أو في يوم واحد ،
في الرؤية، أو في لا شيء،
هو بالتالي أقل ذهبت؟
كل ما نراه أو يبدو
ليست سوى حلم داخل حلم .
أقف وسط هدير
من شاطئ - المعذبة الأمواج ،
و أحمل في يدي
الحبوب من sand-- الذهبي
كيف قليلة! بعد كيف زحف
من خلال اصابعي عميق،
بينما أنا أبكي - بينما كنت أبكي !
يا اللة! لا أستطيع أن فهم
منها مع قفل أكثر تشددا ؟
يا اللة! لا أستطيع أن حفظ
واحد من موجة بلا شفقة ؟
هو كل ما نراه أو يبدو
ولكن حلم داخل حلم ؟
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
Cave Painting
Prof. Jeanine Kowalski, PhD, Anthropology:
“I write until very late in my parents’ farmhouse, in my old bedroom.
I am visiting at Thanksgiving, writing my research.
I love my parents, to be here, my work.
“When I was seventeen, here, in my childhood bedroom,
Threatened with boredom, which my parents implied was the Prince of Darkness,
And to be fair I believed it myself, independently,
I did not honour the life and love commitment I made to a seventeen year old boy.
I gave up, temporarily, the love-courage of girls.
“The combine harvester working by floodlight in the field outside this room, is harvesting soybeans while I write.
The man who was that boy is driving the combine harvester at night, harvesting his parents’ crop, helping his parents.
He is driving back and forth by tractor floodlight and headlights and the headlights of the trucks aimed up the rows.
“I do not have to live without love or happiness or beloved children.
I am pretty, too. I got most of the gifts.
He has a wife and children and a life of his own.
If I was treacherous, I am, I am sure, forgiven, but still,
After even the fullest and truest justification, you must look at the thing itself,
Just the thing itself ….
“And to do that I would need the kind of love poetry which is hardest to find, the love poetry which is all we have left
Of the great art of cave painting, poetry not drawing its power from melancholy, but shining with wanting, with excitement and awe.
He had, of all the gifts, character.”
Paul Anthony Hutchinson
www.paulanthonyhutchinson.com
copyright Paul Anthony Hutchinson
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
Savvy and sultry
Jeanine is such a beauty
Paul — lean and lanky
Both of them free
And single
Let’s see what happens
When happenstance arrives
Paul likes her personality
They meet at a job in the nice part of town
He’s the handyman
She plants flowers
They chat so pleasantly
Share some lemonade
They both think
“It’s been such a long time
Since I went on a date”
It was time to give it a chance
Yes, they could relate
So Jeanine asked the house owner
For his number
Immediately called
They’re down by the lake right now
Each enthralled
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 10:20 AM UTC
For here I sat for a short while,
Writing few words about what is going on
Across my mind, thoughts of love about
How my lover came to visit me yesterday
And all he had to give me, was a tsunami
Of tender love into which I drown myself
Under his control, just wanting to get lost
In a safe hand, that I had not known since the
Departure of my beloved Mother Jeanine!
Maybe, the invisible hands of God, which I
Strongly believed have had my back, since
Life made that I am some miles afar my
Beloved Family, for some on the same land
That today I am seems to have forgotten all
The meaning and sense of “Unity and same
Blood”. So, here I sat, behind a friend’s laptop
Screen writing the thoughts that are running
Across the channels of my brain… I am envisioning
Myself laying on a beach Isolated by type, and
Enjoying A soft sand on my skin, Loving my Life,
feeling that a day at the beach for me can
Only be a good one…
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
I wanna see Angels like Lorna sees them today
Please give me the sight, Angel's, please show me the way
Seen puffs of clouds and sparkles of blue and pink
I want to see more please, more distinct.
I want to see feathers, vivid colors displayed
I want to hear the harps of the angelic music played
I want to see them smiling at me
I want to see one, no two, NOO Three!!
Given the gift to hear spirits from the other side
Want them to come through, please please I cry!!
I have looked in the sky and seen'em lookin down
thru the clouds
I am in awe, and I am just like....WoW!!!!!!!!!!
I love and rely on my guardian Angel Jeanine
She knows what I do and she has seen what I see
I know she is there about 3 feet behind.
She is so quiet, full of loyality and so loving and kind
To come into this world with me from the womb
Then to stay behind me silently but with warnings of doom
She gives me signs and I know that I receive them.
I feel mine is a female and not definitely a him
Please always Jeanine know that love I have for you
Its for me, soley me that you do what you do.
God assigned you to me and I definitely agree
If you were not here, then I might not be me.
So please let me see more Angels appear
Let me feel them when they are near
I promise I will treat them with all the love in my heart
But for now thanks allowing the puffs of clouds and the pink and blue sparks.
Thank you for the ones that form from the beautiful clouds
and sky
Thank you for letting them be near me hearing their wings when i have cried
Thank you God for the Angels. I will will say it a million times
I feel them always in my heart when I hear the church bell chime.
I feel them when I have an issue or sick
I feel them when I am happy and feel Good about this Chick!!
I feel they help my family friends and so many Souls
I feel they are in the trees the sky and when the wind blows
So again I wanna see the Angels Like Lorna can
Reach out Reach out and Just hold my Hand!!
xoxoxoxo
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 4:38 PM UTC